My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Though Gu Lan knew these people weren't directly responsible, they were still deeply entangled in the matter.

His sword moved at an incredible speed, so fast that the Dao Venerables couldn't keep up. It was already a miracle that some managed to cling to life.

Standing a hundred feet away, Mo Xuan watched his clan's strongest warriors being overwhelmed again and again. His already ferocious face darkened further, emanating a sinister killing intent.

Despite his rage, Mo Xuan didn't dare step forward, let alone confront Gu Lan directly. He was well aware that he was no match for him. Even if he tried, he would be of little use.

Previously, he had thought their strength was similar. But as the battle dragged on, the gap between them became painfully clear.

At this moment, Gu Lan had lost himself in the slaughter, completely indifferent to the lives of these foes.

The Wizard Clan's Dao Venerables had fought in nearly ten thousand battles, big and small, yet they had never encountered such a terrifying adversary.

From Gu Lan, they felt an overwhelming oppression unlike anything before—not even the Lord of the Wizard Clan had ever made them feel this powerless.

"Activate the formation!"

With a roar, the remaining Dao Venerables retreated swiftly.

Golden light descended from the heavens, condensing into a massive golden figure.

However, their strength was already greatly diminished, and the golden figure's aura was far from its peak.

Gu Lan glanced at it with an amused smirk.

"Using this trick now? Don't you think it's a little late?"

They hadn't been his match at their strongest, and now they thought they could turn the tide?

Gu Lan was one to return the favor.

He took a step forward, and behind him, the blood-red shadow reformed once more.

"If you want to play, then let's play."

Gu Lan remained motionless as the blood shadow in his stead raised a massive crimson sword.

"Go!"

At his command, the blood shadow swung its blade.

At the same time, the Dao Venerables unleashed their combined power, surging forward.

Initially, their strength seemed to be evenly matched.

But within mere moments, they were completely overpowered.

Gu Lan cast them a disdainful glance as the blood shadow struck.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rocked the heavens and earth. The golden figure shattered instantly.

The Wizard Clan's Dao Venerables were sent flying ten thousand feet away.

Struggling to steady themselves, their faces were pale, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths.

When they looked at Gu Lan again, their eyes were filled with dread.

They had never imagined that his power would be this overwhelming.

Gu Lan wasted no more words on them. He locked onto Mo Xuan with eyes brimming with murderous intent.

These Dao Venerables no longer required his attention. They were in no condition to escape.

"Wizard Clan's young lord, do you have any other tricks left?"

"You…!"

Mo Xuan ground his teeth in hatred but could do nothing.

He was furious beyond measure, yet he didn't dare to challenge Gu Lan directly.

One misstep, and he would die on the spot.

"If you're afraid to fight, then why not submit? I'll let you live."

"Submit to you? Dream on!"

With a furious shout, Mo Xuan manifested a seven-foot-long sword.

Infusing it with his true energy, he slashed at Gu Lan.

But if even the Dao Venerables had failed, what chance did he have?

As his blade neared, Gu Lan didn't even move.

He merely flicked his fingers, shattering Mo Xuan's sword into dust.

It seemed effortless, yet the impact left Mo Xuan's arm numb.

Staggering back hundreds of feet, his right arm cracked in countless places.

"This… This can't be!"

Mo Xuan couldn't accept it. He wasn't even worthy of making Gu Lan take him seriously.

The moment disbelief flashed across his face, Gu Lan took a step forward and seized him by the throat.

"Tell me, should I let you live?"

As he spoke, his grip tightened slightly.

Mo Xuan's face turned crimson, veins bulging on his forehead as he struggled desperately.

Watching him suffer, Gu Lan's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Everything that had happened was because of Mo Xuan.

If he had honored his word, none of this would have come to pass.

"You brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me."

Gu Lan squeezed harder, and Mo Xuan's breath grew faint.

Just then, a crimson light suddenly descended from the sky.

Boom!

A powerful force struck Gu Lan, engulfing him in a swirl of blood-red energy.

The impact was so immense that even the heavens trembled.

Caught off guard, Gu Lan was forced to loosen his grip.

In that instant, a dark figure streaked through the air at an incredible speed.

Even Gu Lan failed to catch a clear glimpse.

By the time the blood mist dissipated, Mo Xuan and the shadowy figure were already ten thousand feet away.

Gu Lan's eyes glowed with murderous intent as he fixed his gaze upon them.

"Not bad. You actually managed to wound me."

Looking at his hand, Gu Lan saw several gashes, each surrounded by a sinister black aura.

"You're poisoned. You won't survive the day," the shadow sneered.

But as he spoke, he suddenly noticed something strange—

Before his eyes, the poison he had inflicted was rapidly fading.

In mere moments, even the wounds on Gu Lan's hand had completely healed.

"This is it?"

"Doesn't seem so terrifying to me."

Gu Lan's taunt was blatant provocation.

The shadow was furious but dared not retort.

"Young Lord, we must leave now!"

With that, he prepared to retreat with Mo Xuan.

But Gu Lan wasn't about to let them escape.

The moment they stepped back, he flickered forward, blocking their path.

His sudden appearance made their faces go pale with shock.

"You—"

Before the words left his mouth, Gu Lan's sword pierced between the shadow's brows.

"Didn't you think you were fast? Try dodging this one."

Mo Xuan was so terrified that his face turned ghostly white.

His eyes were filled with sheer panic.

Shing!

Gu Lan withdrew the Hongmeng Sword, casually wiping the blood off its blade.

"What's wrong, Young Lord Mo Xuan?"

"Why do you look so scared?"

His every word dripped with arrogance.

But Mo Xuan had no way out.

He had brought numerous warriors, yet none had even managed to harm Gu Lan.

Gu Lan didn't strike immediately, instead posing a single question.

"Tell me, should I let you live?"

Mo Xuan trembled violently, stepping back in fear.

"You…"

Before he could finish, Gu Lan slashed his sword.

Screech!

A sharp sound rang out, and Mo Xuan's arm was severed.

Blood gushed forth as the color drained from his already pale face.

"I'll kill you, but I won't let you die too easily."

Gu Lan's words were a death sentence.

Mo Xuan had already lost all hope.

"If I survive, I'll slaughter your entire Jing Nation!"

He was doomed anyway—he might as well vent his fury.

But before he could finish, his other arm was sliced off.