My Silly, Sweet Wife

With that, Zhao Yi stretched his hand like a claw, ready to grab Song Yanran.

As Zhao Yi was about to seize Song Yanran, a sound of the air being torn was heard, and a golden cane struck Zhao Yi’s hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly shattering the bones in Zhao Yi’s hand, forcing him to retreat quickly.

”Who dares to make a move against me!” Zhao Yi looked around, trying to find the person who attacked from the shadows.

”Zhao Family boy, this is not a place you should be. Since you’ve cultivated the Devouring Blood Scripture, today you will stay here.” The voice came before the person appeared, and then Zuo Qiuyun accompanied Elder Song as they slowly emerged from the inner room.

”It’s you? Aren’t you severely injured and nearly dying? How is this possible!” Zhao Yi gazed at Elder Song, who was lively and vigorous, nothing like someone critically injured and near death, and involuntarily stepped back a few paces.

Elder Song squinted her eyes, drew the golden cane from afar into her hand, and then pushed forward. The golden cane carried golden True Qi, gradually forming a phantom of a tiger’s head in the distance.

The tiger head roared suddenly, the sonic blast striking deep into Zhao Yi’s soul, causing a momentary distraction, and the golden cane hit Zhao Yi’s chest directly. Zhao Yi flew straight out, landing with a perfect dog’s fall, causing the ground to sink instantly.

Zhao Yi arduously climbed up, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, his heart full of dismay, eyes darting back and forth, suddenly catching sight of Ye Guichen in the distance.

He leaped up and instantly arrived beside Ye Guichen, a smug smile appearing on his lips.

”Mr. Ye, be careful!” Song Botong cried out anxiously.

Before the words even fell, Zhao Yi had reached behind Ye Guichen, his fingers suddenly elongated, catching Ye Guichen in his grasp, placing his fingers at Ye’s throat, threatening, ”Let me go, or I’ll kill this kid.”

As he spoke, the force in his hand increased by a few degrees.

”Come on, I was just watching the excitement, why do you have to bother me?” Ye Guichen felt a wave of helplessness in his heart.

Seeing Ye Guichen in Zhao Yi’s grasp, Elder Song didn’t dare make any moves for a moment, staring directly at Zhao Yi and said, ”Let go of Mr. Ye, or I will surely bury you in the Song Family grounds.”

”Mr. Ye? Seems like quite an influential person!” Zhao Yi laughed savagely upon hearing Elder Song’s words.

”Kid, seems you have no need to exist, so go die.” Zhao Yi said harshly, exerting force with his fingers, only to find they seemed stuck by something, unable to move forward.

”Is that all the strength you have?” Ye Guichen said mockingly to Zhao Yi.

”How can it be, cultivating the Devouring Blood Scripture has increased my strength tenfold, how can I not kill this kid?” Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, continually increasing the force in his hands, yet unable to move forward, as if nailed tightly to a wall.

Ye Guichen smiled lightly at Zhao Yi, his fingers suddenly applying force.

”Ah...!” The sound of Zhao Yi’s palm snapping echoed, Ye Guichen swiftly maneuvered behind Zhao Yi, seized his arms, and like carrying the weight of thunder, pulled down his arms.

Zhao Yi’s arms were instantly torn apart, blood dripping continuously.

”Ah! Kid, I’ll kill you and drain your blood!” Zhao Yi roared like thunder, his eyes bloodshot as if he wanted to shred Ye Guichen into a thousand pieces.

Zhao Yi invoked the Devouring Blood Scripture, immediately enveloping Ye Guichen in a powerful blood energy vortex.

Those around, seeing Ye Guichen engulfed by the Devouring Blood Scripture, were like ants on a hot pan, exceedingly anxious.

Ye Guichen carefully felt the power of the Devouring Blood Scripture, a peculiar smile appeared on his lips, ”You dare to suck my blood? Then I’ll let you suck it.”

Seeing Ye Guichen giving up resistance, Zhao Yi felt complacent, ”All that power, yet in the end, you became the sacrifice of my Devouring Blood Scripture.”