My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Mo Tian stared at the ten cold, lifeless bodies before him, his eyes gradually filling with killing intent.

Mo Xuan didn't know how to break the silence, but at that moment, several figures flickered behind Mo Tian.

Seeing the powerhouses that had arrived, Mo Xuan was momentarily stunned.

The remaining forty Dao Venerables had now assembled.

Such a grand display of force had never been seen before in the Wizard Clan.

Under the watchful gazes of the crowd, Mo Tian issued his command.

"Find the one responsible and bring me his head!"

With Mo Tian's order, dozens of Dao Venerables shot off like streaks of light.

Their speed was astonishing—within a blink, they had vanished thousands of meters away.

"You will mobilize the wizard soldiers and accompany them."

Mo Tian's words were directed at Mo Xuan, who knew he had committed a grave mistake and dared not say another word.

Mo Xuan rose to his feet, summoning his energy. Behind him, a hundred wizard soldiers appeared.

"Follow me!"

With that, he was the first to charge forward, turning into a blur as he disappeared into the distance.

Watching Mo Xuan's departing figure, Mo Tian waved his hand slightly, and a dark shadow emerged behind him.

"Follow the young lord and ensure his safety!"

Mo Tian hadn't expected ten Dao Venerables to be slaughtered.

He didn't blame Mo Xuan, but that didn't mean he could swallow this humiliation.

The Wizard Clan's large-scale mobilization soon drew the attention of the Lava Clan.

Lava Clan's Grand Hall

Inside the grand hall of the Lava Clan, Chi Yang gazed at the distant horizon with great interest.

"They're moving quickly this time."

He waved a hand and spoke indifferently.

"Follow them and observe. Do not reveal yourselves unless absolutely necessary."

With that, the powerhouses before him silently retreated, disappearing without a trace.

These Dao Venerables were incredibly fast, stepping into the Human World within moments.

At that same time, Gu Lan had just returned to the Jing Nation's Imperial Palace when an unusual disturbance rippled through the skies.

Sensing the ominous aura, Gu Lan's expression darkened, and the Hongmeng Sword materialized in his hand.

Noticing Gu Lan's actions, An Ying furrowed his brows in confusion.

But Gu Lan's stance made it clear—something serious was happening.

"Master Gu..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Gu Lan had already launched himself into the sky.

Seeing Gu Lan's sudden departure, An Ying hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow.

Within mere breaths, the two arrived in the void.

As soon as they stopped, An Ying's face turned pale with shock.

"It's them."

His sudden exclamation made Gu Lan turn toward him.

"They're from the Wizard Clan? What's their purpose?"

Gu Lan had encountered these people before but didn't know their exact origins.

Under Gu Lan's pressing gaze, An Ying quickly explained.

"They are the Dao Venerables nurtured by the Lord of the Wizard Clan."

"Dao Venerables?"

Gu Lan's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with killing intent.

So, they were after him.

Otherwise, why would they be here?

Gu Lan hadn't noticed, but the Wizard Clan had already locked their gazes onto him.

A hundred meters away from Mo Xuan, Gu Lan stopped and spoke calmly.

"Wizard Clan's young lord, what brings you to my territory?"

"You killed my Dao Venerables. I'm here to settle the debt."

Mo Xuan's face twisted in fury, a blood-red glow emanating from his body.

"Just you?"

Gu Lan initially wanted to talk, but seeing Mo Xuan's aggressive stance, he knew there was no point in further discussion.

These guys were strong, but compared to him, they were far too weak.

He had slaughtered their comrades before—this time would be no different.

"Kill him!"

At Mo Xuan's command, the wizard soldiers and Dao Venerables charged down in unison.

Each one wielded a gleaming weapon, aiming straight for Gu Lan's face.

But Gu Lan merely smirked in disdain.

As they were about to reach him—

Swoosh!

The Hongmeng Sword flashed.

With a single slash, the hundred approaching warriors were instantly erased.

The air reeked of blood, and the Hongmeng Sword glowed with a crimson sheen.

Standing thousands of meters away, An Ying was utterly shaken.

His eyes widened in terror.

Even though the attack wasn't aimed at him, he could still feel the overwhelming danger radiating from it.

Gu Lan's strike had only wiped out the wizard soldiers, leaving the Dao Venerables untouched.

But their reaction was immediate.

Realizing the dire situation, they turned to flee.

"Not bad—your speed is much better than the last batch."

Gu Lan sneered, his mocking tone infuriating them.

Their faces twisted in rage, but Gu Lan's killing intent remained undiminished.

The Hongmeng Sword glowed blood-red, and countless sword shadows flickered in the sky.

This time, Gu Lan wouldn't hold back.

He intended to end them all in one strike.

After all, this was the Human World.

If they caused too much destruction, it would be problematic.

More importantly, if he let them escape, Jing Nation would suffer countless casualties.

As his aura surged, Gu Lan's blood energy condensed into a shadow behind him.

The sheer force of his presence stunned the Wizard Clan's warriors.

Especially the dozens of Dao Venerables—they had fought countless battles, but they had never encountered someone like Gu Lan.

"What are you waiting for?! Kill him!"

Mo Xuan's furious roar snapped them back to their senses.

Their eyes locked onto Gu Lan, brimming with murderous intent.

Gu Lan, however, had seen it all before.

"Come on, enough with the useless talk!"

He had no interest in wasting time with them.

Swinging his sword, he unleashed a torrent of blood-colored sword energy.

"Retreat!"

The Dao Venerables roared, choosing to evade rather than face the attack head-on.

Their speed was impressive, but the wizard soldiers weren't so lucky.

As soon as they stepped back, they were swallowed by the crimson glow.

Screams echoed through the sky.

The very space around them shattered under the force.

…

Gu Lan's power remained unchecked for a long while.

When the blood-red light finally faded, only a handful of wizard soldiers remained.

Gu Lan frowned but paid them no mind.

Instead, his gaze shifted to the remaining Dao Venerables.

"Now, it's your turn."

As soon as he spoke, the Dao Venerables charged.

Their attacks were fierce, countless blades of ice-cold energy slashing toward Gu Lan.

Their power was undeniable, but it still wasn't enough to harm him.

Gu Lan took a single step back, adjusting his grip on the Hongmeng Sword.

A sharp, ear-piercing sword cry echoed through the clouds.

Swoosh!

Gu Lan moved.

In an instant, he appeared behind three Dao Venerables.

For a moment, they froze in place.

Then, blood spurted from their throats.

Agony twisted their faces as they plummeted from the sky.

The remaining Dao Venerables stared in shock, their expressions turning grim.

"H-How is this possible?!"

Gu Lan's strike had been so fast—they hadn't even seen it.

"Don't be so surprised. You're next."

His voice was cold.

Then, he charged again.

Gu Lan's aura was now fully unleashed, his body wrapped in bloodthirsty energy.

He had already wasted enough time with these Immortal Realm warriors.

He was done waiting.

More than anything—

He had a debt of vengeance to settle.