My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Noticing the power surging around him, Gu Lan couldn't help but frown.

Seeing this, Gu Lan cautiously stepped back.

Such a force was unheard of, something he'd never encountered before.

And this aura bore a faint resemblance to that of the Wizard God.

Instinct told him what was about to appear was a monster cultivated for nearly a thousand years.

Gu Lan's heart wavered toward retreat—this foe would not be easy to handle.

Yet he was unwilling to let it go. If he spared Mo Xuan now, dealing with him later would be harder.

Gu Lan's expression grew deeply cautious. Above the void, Mo Xuan sneered and turned to flee.

"I've prepared a grand gift for you—handle it well."

They'd long undone the Blood God's seal, holding off his awakening just for Gu Lan.

But as he retreated, Gu Lan's face darkened, a chill flickering in his eyes.

"I'll accept your gift, but first, I'll deal with you."

"Doesn't your clan's Wizard God have the power to resurrect? Today, I'll tear you to pieces."

Killing intent flared in his eyes as Gu Lan charged with his sword.

At the same time, the Hongmeng Sword erupted with an eerie firelight.

This was the Flame of Hell, targeting the soul.

He wanted to see how Mo Xuan would withstand this strike.

Mo Xuan knew Gu Lan's strength and wouldn't take it head-on.

Just as Gu Lan closed in, he thrust a palm backward, shoving a nearby figure forward.

Though clad in true qi, this Wizard Clan powerhouse was no match for Gu Lan.

"Shnk!"

With a piercing sword cry, the man was cleaved in two.

A foul stench of blood filled the sky, yet Gu Lan's sword didn't stop.

Mo Xuan, seeing this, was utterly shocked.

"Go, kill him!"

The Blood God's emergence would take a little longer.

He couldn't let Gu Lan get close, or he'd surely die today.

As the Wizard Clan young Lord, his orders were absolute, and the powerhouses had to obey.

Though they feared Gu Lan's strength, none dared retreat.

One by one, blood qi surged from them as they rushed Gu Lan.

But their power was too weak to threaten him.

In an instant, Gu Lan cut them all down.

Yet when he sought Mo Xuan's shadow again, the man had already fled.

His aura lingered, but his form was gone—Gu Lan didn't bother with it.

His gaze shifted to the abyss below.

In that moment, a blood-red shadow flashed from within.

Its speed was so fast Gu Lan couldn't even see it clearly.

The scattered blood around was absorbed in an instant.

Looking over, Gu Lan's face betrayed his shock.

Under Gu Lan's scrutiny, the blood shadow halted.

Clad in a blood-red robe, his face was devoid of color, a trace of unabsorbed blood at his lips.

More striking, this figure wasn't some ancient monster but a youth.

Yet his pallor was chilling, corpse-like.

As Gu Lan watched, the figure's gaze met his.

"You're not of my Blood Clan?"

"Who are you?"

The man's demeanor was already hostile, and Gu Lan saw it clearly.

"I am the Blood Clan's lord, the Blood God. Step here, and you'll lose your life."

Seeing his intent to act, Gu Lan didn't dare delay.

With a tremor of his sword, he struck with a palm.

Ten thousand beams of sword light converged from the sky, their piercing cries echoing through the clouds.

Against anyone else, this blow would be unbearable.

But Gu Lan had chosen the wrong foe—this one feared his attack not at all.

As the sword qi descended, the Blood God thrust out a palm.

The ten thousand beams reached him, only to shatter in that instant.

Under this overwhelming aura, Gu Lan was forced back two steps.

"So terrifying!"

Gu Lan's view shifted entirely—this foe was unlike any he'd faced before.

They weren't even on the same level, and the power gap was vast.

As Gu Lan cautiously eyed him, a greedy smile crept onto the Blood God's face.

"That blood just now was yours, right? Not bad. Today, you'll stay."

With those words, the Blood God turned into a blur and charged.

In a flash, he was before Gu Lan, a palm striking straight at him.

Facing such a ferocious assault, Gu Lan didn't dare hesitate.

True qi poured into the Hongmeng Sword as he raised it to block.

If he couldn't stop this, he'd die.

Gu Lan summoned all his strength, the soul power he'd absorbed now surfacing.

Though he avoided fatal harm, he was flung thousands of zhang away.

His arm tingled with numbness, the Hongmeng Sword trembling in his grip.

Good thing he'd refined it with the Flame of Hell beforehand.

Otherwise, he might not have withstood this blow.

"This is a god!"

He had to admit, this guy's strength was immense.

If this dragged on, he might not hold up—death could come.

Yet he had no choice but to fight; this foe wouldn't let him leave.

Wiping blood from his mouth, Gu Lan flung it aside.

"As the Blood God, is this all you've got?"

At Gu Lan's taunt, the Blood God chuckled, his eyes full of contempt.

"Not bad—your spirit suits me. Shame, though."

As his voice fell, dense blood qi gathered in his hands.

Malice flashed in his eyes as he struck with a palm.

This blow held nothing back, instantly rupturing space itself.

Gu Lan knew he couldn't block it.

So he didn't plan to take it head-on.

The moment it closed in, Gu Lan turned and retreated.

This time, he used every ounce of strength, even summoning the Great Path's qi.

But he'd underestimated the Blood God's speed.

Barely a hundred zhang out, the Blood God appeared eerily behind him.

A palm blasted forth, striking Gu Lan's body.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, his face paling significantly.

In all this time, it was his first encounter with such a formidable foe.

And he knew now wasn't the time to dawdle.

If this continued, he'd be dead eventually.

Yet he had no counter—his face darkened, rage blazing in his eyes.

Making Gu Lan surrender was impossible unless he died here.

But how to handle this was the problem.

He wanted to resolve it, but only with enough strength.

Otherwise, it was all empty talk.

Seeing Gu Lan's expression, the Blood God smiled, his aura surging again.

"I'll give you a chance to live—hand over the Great Path seed in your body."

Gu Lan's blood held an inexplicable allure for him.

More crucially, he coveted the Great Path's qi within Gu Lan.

Only by claiming it could he become the mightiest among gods.

"Want this? In your dreams!"