Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

A few minutes later, the rumbling gradually subsided, and the shaking ground returned to calm. Everyone looked up at the sky. An Yiqing’s face was deathly pale, with blood at the corner of her lips. She sat cross-legged on the back of the Vermilion Bird, her gaze fixed in the direction where the light cluster dissipated.

The light gradually disappeared, and Michael’s figure finally emerged. His face was equally pale, and his white robe was in tatters. At this moment, he floated in mid-air, eyes closed, and large patches of crimson adorned his robe.

Under everyone’s gaze, a golden glow gradually emanated from his body. Then, his body slowly became transparent in the light, eventually vanishing without a trace.

Dead?

Dead!

An Yiqing actually killed a god!

Everyone was horrified!

An Yiqing sat cross-legged on the back of the Vermilion Bird, coldly watching Michael’s body completely dissipate in the air. She knew he wasn’t truly dead but had been severely injured, unable to remain here, and had returned to the Divine Realm.

Fatty Mao Er suddenly snorted, "What angel? What God Level? Just so-so!"

An Yiqing was somewhat amused and helpless; this time, if it weren’t for Fatty Mao Er’s assistance, she might not have been able to drive Michael back. The power of a Divine Beast is not to be underestimated.

Rubbing her aching body, An Yiqing finally couldn’t hold it in and vomited a mouthful of fresh blood. This scared Fatty Mao Er out of his wits, who immediately flew back to the ground to protect An Yiqing, allowing her to adjust her Inner Breath.

After swallowing a large handful of elixirs, An Yiqing looked up at Xia Hau with concern.

At this moment, Xia Hau’s battle with the Seraph had also reached a stalemate. Having transformed into the Twelve-Winged Purple Feathers, Xia Hau was even more powerful, and for a while, it was hard to determine the winner in the fight with the Seraph.

Having almost recovered from his injuries, Long Zixuan, with An Yiqing’s help, once again charged into the air, returning to Zixuan’s side.

One man and one dragon joined forces, and even as powerful as the Seraph was, he couldn’t escape the fate of being pursued and beaten. In just a moment, like Michael, he vanished into the air.

Vomiting blood in large gulps, Xia Hau’s blood seemed like it was free. He floated in mid-air, glanced at the ground, and saw most of The Church’s people had been cleaned out by the Blood Guard Army and the Thirteen Blood Generals. Only a few difficult bishops still tangled with Old Prince Bruch and Prince Bach and a few others.

Seeing the situation under control, Xia Hau breathed a sigh of relief and landed back on the ground. He walked over to An Yiqing and plopped down beside her.

After a while, this battle finally drew to a close. Everyone was injured, but apart from An Yiqing and Xia Hau, the others weren’t severely hurt. A hundred and thirty Blood Guard Army members had routed The Church’s Knight Team, and even after there was no one left to fight, they still clamored it wasn’t enough. Together, Bruch and Bach dealt with Archbishop Brown and several cardinals. The methods of the Thirteen Blood Generals were swift, killing all the other bishops.

In the vast courtyard of the ancient castle, patches of blood were shocking, and the bodies scattered everywhere made people gasp. As the cold wind blew, an overwhelming smell of blood hit them. An Yiqing frowned, took out the Corpse-Dissolving Liquid, and handed it to Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei understood, walked to a corpse, and poured out a drop.

Under the horrified gaze of all Blood Clan and Werewolves, the corpse emitted white smoke and sizzled, and soon turned into a pool of sewage. Subsequently, other corpses and the blood on the ground seemed to be infected, gradually emitting white smoke, finally dispersing into the air and completely disappearing.

Xiao Hei nodded in satisfaction and handed the small porcelain bottle back to An Yiqing.

"Ahem, well, Xiao Qing Beauty, what is this thing...?" Under the crowd’s encouragement, Old Prince Bruch walked over to ask.

"This? Corpse-Dissolving Liquid, I made it myself." An Yiqing replied.

Seeing the group desperately winking behind him, Old Prince Bruch twitched his mouth. He glanced at An Yiqing, touched his nose, and thick-skinnedly asked.

"Uh... could you spare me a bit of this good stuff?"

Poor Old Prince was in tears; he had lived for over a thousand years and never before had he had to cheekily ask someone for something. What a situation is this?

He turned his head fiercely and glared at the crowd, and immediately, the Blood Clan and others looked up at the sky.

Shaking his head, amused and helpless, Old Prince looked at An Yiqing expectantly.

An Yiqing smiled and handed the small porcelain bottle to Old Prince, "There’s plenty of it. If everyone is interested, you can buy some from me. Friendly price, 30% off."