My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

As soon as Ding True Man's voice fell, the ten Dao Venerables' eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

"Since you've come, leave your life behind."

It was clear where Ding True Man stood. Since he and Lin Tan'er were together, the Dao Venerables had no reason to show mercy.

Seeing them unleash their auras and rush toward him, Ding True Man dared not hesitate. With a single step, the World-Destroying Golden Wheel condensed once more.

"I'll hold them off. Find a chance to escape!"

These were the last words he left Lin Tan'er as he charged forward.

That was the only option now. If they continued to drag this out, death was inevitable.

In an instant, Ding True Man was locked in a fierce battle with the Dao Venerables.

Despite his strength, he was still at a disadvantage.

After hundreds of exchanges, Ding True Man found himself completely suppressed.

At this moment, he could only protect himself—counterattacking was out of the question.

Lin Tan'er hesitated. Rising to her feet, her Twin Swords hummed with a sharp resonance.

Hearing the sound, Ding True Man quickly turned his head.

"Get out of here now!"

Seeing her stance, he knew she intended to fight again.

Absolutely not!

That would be suicide.

Ding True Man felt a headache coming on. He was no Gu Lan.

Lin Tan'er might not even listen to him.

But the situation was dire—if they fought, they would die.

While he hesitated, the ten Dao Venerables surrounded him.

This time, Ding True Man failed to block.

With a deafening explosion, he was blasted a thousand meters away.

As he steadied himself, a sharp pain spread across his body.

Glancing down, he realized a sword wound had appeared on his torso.

"So fast..."

He had to admit, these guys were formidable.

Never before had he been pushed this far.

Lin Tan'er gripped her swords, the blood aura around her rising once more.

But just as she was about to move, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

Lin Tan'er raised her sword but was stopped by Gu Lan's single-handed suppression.

Under Gu Lan's overwhelming force, the bloodthirst in Lin Tan'er's eyes faded.

Seeing him, she froze.

"My Lord..."

After a long hesitation, she finally spoke.

Gu Lan looked at her indifferently, his voice calm.

"I will handle this."

As the Hongmeng Sword materialized, Gu Lan stepped into the sky.

At that moment, Ding True Man also retreated.

"Master!"

He respectfully saluted Gu Lan before tactfully stepping aside.

Gu Lan's gaze, filled with killing intent, locked onto the ten Dao Venerables.

"Did you injure her?"

"Yes, and today, all three of you will die!"

The Dao Venerables still hadn't realized the gravity of their situation, speaking with arrogance.

Hearing their brazen words, Gu Lan chuckled mockingly and shook his head.

"You will die!"

Without another word, he flashed forward with his sword.

At this moment, Gu Lan's speed reached its peak—far beyond what these Dao Venerables could react to.

Swoosh!

A single slash.

Blood sprayed into the air.

Before the victim could even struggle, he collapsed into a pool of blood.

Seeing this, the remaining Dao Venerables immediately backed away.

Their eyes were now filled with fear.

They hadn't even seen where Gu Lan's strike had come from!

They had already begun to dread him, but Gu Lan's power was still rising.

He had said it already—these people would die today.

And he meant it.

A blood-red light surged around the Hongmeng Sword.

Gu Lan slashed again.

No flashy techniques.

Just pure, lethal precision.

Each strike claimed a life.

Within mere moments, only one person remained.

This last Dao Venerable, once arrogant, was now trembling in fear.

He had no trace of dignity left.

As Gu Lan stepped toward him, he instinctively retreated.

At first, he had thought they had a chance against Gu Lan.

Now, he had discarded that ridiculous notion.

There was no opportunity—Gu Lan was simply too strong.

"I already told you—you will die!"

With those chilling words, Gu Lan's sword pierced through his forehead.

Before dying, the Dao Venerable used his last ounce of strength to utter a final warning:

"My Wizard Clan... will not let you go!"

Gu Lan smirked in disdain.

"Then that will be between me and them—it no longer concerns you."

Swoosh!

With a flick of his wrist, the blood vanished from the Hongmeng Sword.

Lin Tan'er had watched the entire battle in a daze, unable to look away.

When Gu Lan descended from the sky, she finally recovered her composure.

Stepping forward, she lowered her head in deep respect.

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Come back with me. Do not act recklessly again."

With Gu Lan's words, Lin Tan'er could only nod.

Even with the Blood Demon Kung Fu, she was still far from strong enough.

Gu Lan moved swiftly. In a blink, they had vanished.

Ding True Man didn't hesitate either, immediately following after Gu Lan.

Meanwhile, at the Wizard Clan's Grand Hall...

Mo Xuan was still basking in satisfaction when a panicked disciple rushed in.

"Young Lord, bad news!"

The disciple was visibly shaken, his face pale.

"What is it? Why are you so flustered?"

Mo Xuan didn't even look up, his tone irritated.

Under his questioning, the Wizard Clan warrior hesitated for a second before finally speaking with dread.

"The ten Dao Venerables you dispatched... have all been killed."

The words struck Mo Xuan like a thunderbolt, making him jolt upright.

"Impossible!"

The subordinate bowed his head, not daring to say another word.

The truth was undeniable—he didn't dare to speak carelessly.

"Where are they now?"

"Their bodies... are outside the grand hall."

Mo Xuan's face twisted in panic as he rushed out.

The moment he saw the scene before him, his body trembled violently.

He staggered back two steps.

"How is this possible?"

"How could this happen?"

As he stepped forward, his hands began to shake uncontrollably.

He couldn't believe it.

The ten Dao Venerables he had sent out... were all dead.

This was a massive loss.

More importantly, how could he explain this to Mo Tian?

"Who killed them?"

Mo Xuan's expression turned ferocious, his eyes burning with murderous rage.

"We... don't know. When we arrived, they were already dead."

The remaining warriors dared not speak much, fearing for their lives.

Mo Xuan's fury was pointless—the dead could not be revived.

And if he knew about this, then so did Mo Tian.

Elsewhere...

Mo Tian's expression darkened as he received the news.

"All of them were killed? How is that possible?"

After all, he had personally nurtured these Dao Venerables.

He knew their strength inside and out—surely, they couldn't be this weak.

Seeing his subordinate's silence, he already had his answer.

His face darkened as he stepped out of the palace.

"Come with me. We must see this for ourselves."

Upon reaching Mo Xuan's palace, Mo Tian immediately saw the ten corpses.

Mo Xuan, upon seeing him, fell to his knees.

"Father, I have failed. Please punish me!"

"This is not your fault."