My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Gu Lan let out a cold laugh and stepped aside.

The Second Elder was already severely wounded and had lost his authority within the Wizard Clan.

There was no need for Gu Lan to concern himself with what would come next.

Lava Clan's Young Lord, Chi Yang, was already in a fury—there was no avoiding an all-out war this time.

Moreover, Chi Yang had brought along an Imperial Realm Eight fold expert from his clan.

Chi Yang paid no attention to Gu Lan; his murderous gaze was locked onto Mo Xuan.

"It's time for us to settle our score!"

"Indeed, this debt must be repaid. Today, you will die!"

Mo Xuan roared in rage, unleashing his full aura without reservation.

A blood blade materialized in his hands, and in a flash, he transformed into a shadow, charging directly at Chi Yang.

Their battle erupted with terrifying force.

As for the powerful warriors each of them had brought, they too engaged in fierce combat.

Even though Chi Yang had only brought a single Imperial Realm Eight fold expert, it was enough to dominate most of the Wizard Clan's forces.

The Wizard Clan's only remaining powerhouse was the Second Elder.

But now, gravely injured, he was in no condition to fight.

Meanwhile, Gu Lan and An Ying watched from the shadows, cold smirks on their faces.

An Ying had not known why Gu Lan had brought him here.

The intense battle before him shocked him, but he remained composed.

"Master Gu, why have you asked me here?"

"The Second Elder is now extremely weak. You should take this chance to finish him off."

Gu Lan's words made An Ying pause, his gaze shifting to the Second Elder.

Indeed, the elder was on the verge of collapse, but An Ying knew that high-level warriors from the Wizard Clan always had life-saving methods.

Even in his weakened state, the elder was still far beyond An Ying's current level—attempting to kill him might very well cost An Ying his life instead.

After contemplating for a moment, An Ying spoke with difficulty.

"I can't kill him."

This was no excuse—it was simply the truth.

Gu Lan had expected this response, so he was fully prepared.

"What if I give you a hand?"

Since coming here, Gu Lan had never planned on letting the Second Elder live.

Everything he had done so far was to make Mo Xuan believe that he had sided with Chi Yang.

But now, it was time to act. If the Second Elder remained alive, Gu Lan would face even more trouble down the road.

And by having An Ying strike the fatal blow, Gu Lan could cover his tracks.

"If Master Gu assists me, then finishing him off will be easy," An Ying replied without hesitation.

This was not an exaggeration. With Gu Lan's help, killing the Second Elder would be effortless.

More importantly, it wouldn't require too much effort from An Ying himself.

Gu Lan smirked faintly, his internal energy surging.

Before An Ying could even react, the Hongmeng Sword had already been placed in his hands.

"Use this sword."

An Ying was stunned. The power radiating from the Hongmeng Sword was overwhelming.

His eyes widened in shock, and it took him a long moment to regain his composure.

"This…"

He had wielded the Hongmeng Sword before, but its strength had never been this terrifying.

Now, it had reached an unimaginable peak.

Even just holding it, An Ying could feel the immense power within.

"Master Gu, rest assured—I will not disappoint you!"

An Ying knew he was already a traitor to the Wizard Clan.

Even if he did nothing, the Wizard Clan would never forgive him.

Since he was already in danger, he might as well strike first—killing one more enemy would only improve his odds of survival.

With the Hongmeng Sword in hand, An Ying became a shadow, dashing forward.

The Second Elder had been focused on the ongoing battle.

Suddenly, he felt an eerie chill behind him.

Though gravely injured, his instincts for danger remained razor-sharp.

His face darkened as he quickly turned around.

But it was too late.

The Hongmeng Sword in An Ying's grasp had already pierced through his body.

"Second Elder, rest in peace!"

With a sickening squelch, An Ying pulled the sword out.

Blood sprayed through the air. The Second Elder's body shuddered violently before going still.

A once-arrogant powerhouse of the Wizard Clan—dead in disgrace.

"Young Lord Chi Yang, the matter has been handled!"

This had all been part of the plan Gu Lan and An Ying had devised in advance.

As An Ying spoke, he swiftly retreated.

His voice, however, rang out loud and clear—

Loud enough to reach Mo Xuan's ears.

Mo Xuan had been locked in a fierce battle with Chi Yang when he heard An Ying's words.

Both combatants hesitated for a brief moment.

They simultaneously launched powerful strikes, sending waves of true energy exploding outward.

With a deafening boom, both warriors were blasted backward by a hundred feet.

"Boom!"

Mo Xuan steadied himself, his expression grim.

His eyes radiated pure murderous intent.

"You dare do this?!"

His face twisted with fury as he turned into a blood shadow, lunging toward An Ying.

But Chi Yang would not give him the chance.

Just as Mo Xuan took his first step, Chi Yang instantly moved, blocking his path.

"Young Lord Mo Xuan, where do you think you're going?"

Chi Yang sneered, his aura flaring once again.

While he hated Gu Lan and An Ying, this situation was a golden opportunity for him.

The strongest warrior in the Wizard Clan was now dead—there was no longer any obstacle in his way.

"Get out of my way! This is a Wizard Clan matter—I warn you, do not interfere!"

"Hah! Weaklings sure talk big."

Chi Yang showed utter disdain.

Letting Mo Xuan leave now? That was nothing but wishful thinking.

"Enough talk. Today is your last day alive!"

Chi Yang's expression turned cold.

In an instant, tens of thousands of flames ignited, engulfing the sky.

Mo Xuan had expected trouble from Chi Yang.

What surprised him, however, was just how powerful his opponent had become.

He had always heard that Chi Yang of the Lava Clan was strong.

But he had underestimated him.

Still, Mo Xuan was no weakling.

He admitted he was no match for Gu Lan, but Chi Yang? He still had a chance.

"You brought this on yourself—don't blame me!"

With a chilling tone, Mo Xuan's body transformed into a blood shadow once again.

His blade trembled, and thousands of phantoms appeared in an instant.

Both fighters unleashed their full power, battling ferociously.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the two warriors clashed with overwhelming force, An Ying let out a small chuckle and swiftly retreated.

Now that these two were locked in combat, there was no point in sticking around.

Lingering would only put him in danger—it was better to escape.

His movement was swift.

In mere moments, he had already returned to Gu Lan's side.

The Hongmeng Sword was still brimming with power.

Truthfully, An Ying was reluctant to give it up.

But he knew—this sword did not belong to him.

He dared not claim it as his own.

After a final reluctant glance at the blade, he respectfully offered it back to Gu Lan.

"The trouble has been dealt with."

Gu Lan, however, remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant battlefield.

A cold glint flickered in his eyes.

He still felt it wasn't enough.

Perhaps he should eliminate one more enemy.

Killing the Second Elder had indeed removed a major threat.

But Gu Lan had not forgotten—the Lava Clan's overall strength was formidable.

After some thought, his eyes locked onto the Imperial Realm Eightfold expert from the Lava Clan.

One glance from Gu Lan, and An Ying immediately understood his intent.