My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Boy, since you’ve crippled my son and hindered my advancement to the Nascent Soul Realm, absorbing all your vital blood is the only way to ease the hatred in my heart." Zhao Wencheng glared furiously at Ye Guichen.

Zhao Wencheng’s aura had already reached its peak. His body trembled, and countless droplets of blood flowed down, floating in the air. With a forceful push, the blood droplets transformed into numerous blood needles rushing towards Ye Guichen.

"Purple Cloud Divine Thunder!"

A silver-purple lightning bolt suddenly struck the blood needles from the sky, instantly reducing them to nothingness.

Ye Guichen waved his hand, and twelve figures appeared behind him.

Muttering incantations, Ye Guichen commanded the twelve Earthly Branch Iron Armor to swiftly surround Zhao Wencheng.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wencheng attempted to leap into the air, but found his feet suddenly bound by two vines that had emerged from the ground.

Using his hand as a sword, Zhao Wencheng slashed twice at his feet, severing the vines immediately. At that moment, twelve beams of sword light, each carrying an unstoppable momentum, darted towards Zhao Wencheng.

Countless streams of blood energy condensed around Zhao Wencheng, forming a blood wall that enveloped him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of numerous collisions echoed as the sword beams struck the blood wall, causing fine cracks to appear. However, surges of blood rolled continuously, quickly sealing the original fissures.

"If twelve swords are not enough, then a hundred will do!" Seeing the situation, Ye Guichen harnessed his divine movement technique and surged towards Zhao Wencheng like a hurricane.

"Hundred Swords Unleashed!"

Countless sword shadows appeared around Ye Guichen, accompanied by rocks cascading to the ground, filling the air with dust as they relentlessly pierced into Zhao Wencheng’s blood wall.

The blood wall was soon riddled with numerous holes.

"Boom!"

A sound rang out as the blood wall collapsed with a crash.

At the moment the blood wall shattered, Ye Guichen gripped the Immortal Slayer Sword, leapt forward, and slashed horizontally towards Zhao Wencheng.

Zhao Wencheng was caught off guard by Ye Guichen’s position, and instinctively tilted his body in haste.

"Ah..."

Zhao Wencheng’s right arm was severed by the Immortal Slayer Sword, and blood seeped into the ground, transforming into countless droplets.

Invoking the Devouring Blood Scripture, Zhao Wencheng focused the scattered blood droplets onto his severed right arm, rapidly regenerating the missing limb.

Seeing this, Ye Guichen frowned deeply, continually pondering a strategy to counter this.

Zhao Wencheng clearly hadn’t anticipated Ye Guichen’s terrifying strength and found himself perpetually suppressed, gradually discarding his underestimation.

"Boy, don’t waste your energy. The benefits the Devouring Blood Scripture gives me are beyond your imagination. As long as my soul remains, no one can kill me." Zhao Wencheng cocked an eyebrow, speaking arrogantly.

"Soul?"

Hearing Zhao Wencheng’s words, Ye Guichen smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, contemplating using him to test the power of soul techniques.

Witnessing the smile on Ye Guichen’s lips, Zhao Wencheng felt a sudden, inexplicable unease.

Ye Guichen once again summoned the hundred swords, simultaneously employing his divine movement technique as he launched another assault towards Zhao Wencheng.

"Extermination Immortal Sword Formation."

The hundred swords arrayed themselves abruptly in the air, then, with a force to cleave heaven and earth, they slashed towards Zhao Wencheng’s heart.

Zhao Wencheng rapidly retreated, enveloping himself with blood as a shield, while continuously wielding blood swords.

The hundred swords converged at a single point, striking through with unstoppable force towards Zhao Wencheng’s blood shield.

"Crack!"

The blood shield shattered instantly, and the hundred swords pierced straight through Zhao Wencheng’s heart.