My Silly, Sweet Wife

Zhao Wencheng looked sullenly at Elder Song, his eyes turning cold. Suddenly, the blood of two people nearby was drawn away, rapidly condensing into a bloody giant hand in the air, enveloping Xiao She, then forming a clapping gesture. Xiao She shattered instantly, and the bloody hand charged swiftly towards Elder Song.

Seeing that the situation was dire, Elder Song pulled out a golden rope from behind, quickly weaving it in the air to form a giant net, upon which the bloody giant hand collided with a roar.

The bloody giant hand finally dissipated.

Zhao Wencheng looked at Elder Song with a greedy expression, laughing hysterically, "I never expected Elder Song to still be at a half-step Nascent Soul level. Today, not only can my son complete his wedding, but I can also use your blood to help me break through to the Nascent Soul, a double blessing indeed! Hahahaha."

Elder Song dared not relax for even a second. During the brief exchange just now, she knew she was at a disadvantage. She never imagined that Zhao Wencheng’s strength had reached such a level in just a few days.

"No, I must keep Zhao Wencheng here today, or he will definitely become a disaster in the future." Elder Song secretly resolved.

With this thought, Elder Song suddenly shook the golden staff she held. The metal of the handle fell away, revealing a golden dragon head that slowly rose, radiating boundless light.

"This, this is the Song Family’s Coiling Dragon Staff. Elder Song has actually refined the Song Family’s ancestral Coiling Dragon Staff," someone below exclaimed in astonishment.

"It’s said this Coiling Dragon Staff was nourished by the True Qi of a Divinity Transformation Realm ancestor of the Song Family and even retained One Primordial Spirit after death. Its power is capable of devastating the world," a person below remarked fearfully.

"It seems this demon Zhao Wencheng will finally be subdued by Elder Song today." Witnessing this scene, the people below showed a deep sense of anticipation in their eyes.

"This Coiling Dragon Staff is actually a half-step Immortal Artifact," Ye Guichen, standing at the top, murmured as he observed the Coiling Dragon Staff in Elder Song’s hand.

"Humph! Zhao Wencheng, today this Coiling Dragon Staff will send you on your way," Elder Song declared indignantly in the courtyard.

As soon as she finished speaking, the dragon head on the Coiling Dragon Staff let out a roar, the sound mixed with True Qi, rushing towards Zhao Wencheng like rolling thunder.

Those around covered their ears when they heard the deafening roar, while those with weaker cultivation spat a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Zhao Wencheng sneered, staring contemptuously ahead. As he sank his feet, a wall of blood suddenly formed in front of him, transforming into a barrier to shield him.

The dragon’s roar struck the blood wall with a bang, and the wall shattered like paper in an instant.

The roar of the dragon rushed towards Zhao Wencheng’s face.

Seeing the dragon roar upon him, Zhao Wencheng hastily waved his hand, using the Devouring Blood Scripture. Two people nearby were swiftly drawn to stand before him, forming a human shield.

The dragon’s roar raged against the human shield in front of Zhao Wencheng, reducing the two individuals to a blood mist, their flesh scattering, but buffering the impact, which gradually dissipated.

Zhao Wencheng was hit by the remaining force and violently retreated fifty meters.

Seeing Zhao Wencheng forced back, the surrounding people felt a surge of joy, but none dared to applaud, instead retreating to distance themselves from fearing Zhao Wencheng might capture them as tools for defense.

Seeing Zhao Wencheng pushed back, Elder Song seized the opportunity to press the attack, throwing the Coiling Dragon Staff forward. With the speed of a thunderbolt, it flew towards Zhao Wencheng, forming seals with her hands.

With a wave of her fingers, True Qi enveloped the staff. Instantly, the Coiling Dragon Staff radiated golden light, and the dragon head shone under the irrigation of True Qi, as if it had gained a spirit. Its dragon eyes opened with a bang, flooding the courtyard with a wild aura, as if a True Dragon had descended.

Witnessing the power of the Coiling Dragon Staff, Zhao Wencheng’s face turned grave. He then violently retreated, transforming into a blood shadow continuously changing positions in the air, constantly casting blood swords in an attempt to weaken its power.

Yet the Coiling Dragon Staff seemed to have tracking ability. Despite Zhao Wencheng’s constant shifts, it always locked onto his position.

Seeing this, Zhao Wencheng abruptly halted in the air, frantically operating the Devouring Blood Scripture, manically addressing the Zhao Family below, "I intended to nurture the Gu worms within you to directly break through to the Nascent Soul Realm. As it stands, you’ll be sacrificed ahead of time for me!"

"Ten Thousand Blood Gu!"

The Zhao Family below fell limp to the ground, blood-red Gu worms bursting from their bodies.

"Ah...my cultivation..."

The Gu worms below frantically absorbed their cultivation and blood, then immediately shot into Zhao Wencheng’s body.

Before long, those below were reduced to dry corpses, eyes open in disbelief.

Feeling the endless flow of cultivation and blood entering him, Zhao Wencheng showed immense pleasure on his face as he maximized the Devouring Blood Scripture, absorbing with abandon.

"Power, power, this is power. Hahaha..." Zhao Wencheng felt the vast power within him, his face contorted with ferocity.

He slowly raised his left hand, a blood-colored long sword piercing out from his body, surrounded by a blood glow. Zhao Wencheng swung forward, the sword carrying immense power like a tiger descending the mountain. A blood-hued sword light slashed at the Coiling Dragon Staff.

The Coiling Dragon Staff flew out, embedding obliquely into the ground in the distance, its golden light fully extinguished, the staff’s luster dimmed instantly.