Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

"And just how much did Yanrong actually contribute? How much effort was put in? Wasn't it just taking credit behind the scenes? We are asking for some reasonable returns; what's the problem?"

Yelü Miaomiao's pretty face was covered in frost, like the ice and snow of a bitter winter, as she coldly said, "In that case, may I ask, General Yang Spirit Envoy, what else do you want?"

The Yang Spirit Envoy's fingers rhythmically tapped on the armrest of the chair, and his gaze toward the young girl revealed a subtle greed:

"It is often heard that Princess possesses a rare Divine Maiden Dharma Aspect. Since we are saying farewell with thanks, Princess, why not be generous... and give this peerless Dharma Aspect to us as the final reward?"

"Yang Spirit Envoy, you have quite the nerve!"

The female deputy general who had been silently enduring by the side suddenly bristled with anger, her eyebrows raised in rage, "Do you really think my Yanrong fears you vile creatures that are neither here nor there?!"

However, just as her words fell, there came an abrupt muffled "puff" sound, as a bright, gleaming sharp sword unexpectedly pierced through her body.

Crimson blood gushed out instantly, splattering across the floor of the tent.

The female deputy general's eyes widened, her mouth agape, wanting to say something but could only weakly spit out frothy, bloody foam.

"Tong!"

Yelü Miaomiao's expression changed dramatically.

With eyes bulging in fury, she gathered her immense Spiritual Energy and struck at the mysterious figure who had silently appeared beside the female deputy general!

Bang——

A dazzling golden halo exploded, unleashing a powerful wave of energy.

Yelü Miaomiao was sent flying backward by the force of the backlash.

Steadying herself, Yelü Miaomiao looked up.

The figure that appeared in the tent was a woman.

The woman was notably beautiful, with an ethereal grace, like a secluded orchid in an empty valley, exuding an extraordinary elegance.

Yet beneath the facade of beauty, her narrow phoenix eyes gleamed with a sinister light, utterly ruining the otherworldly fairy-like presence.

This person was Qiu Zixin.

Previously, at the Sky Demon Sect, Qiu Zixin had been blessed by an Immortal and represented the Ten Thousand Star Sect to negotiate with the Sect Master of the Sky Demon Sect.

Her aim was to acquire the Dragon Suppressing Plate, and in turn, plot to seize control over the Dragon Clan.

At that time, due to her junior sister's conflict with Jiang Shouzhong, she had used her own strength to teach Jiang Shouzhong a lesson.

Unexpectedly, she was nearly killed by Ran Qingchen.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Liu Xunhua intervened and rescued her.

Who would have thought she would appear here again.

Qiu Zixin slowly withdrew the bloodstained long sword from the female deputy's corpse, not even glancing at the cooling body on the ground. She turned and said to the Yang Spirit Envoy with an icy tone:

"The trusted aides outside have been dealt with. Time is of the essence; subdue this woman quickly. If we anger the Immortals, neither of us can bear the consequences."

"Fine, leave it to me!"

A fierce glint flashed in the Yang Spirit Envoy's eyes, and like a leopard, he suddenly sprang forward, lunging at Yelü Miaomiao with ferocity.

The man's body was shrouded in a layer of strange black mist, within which flickered bands of blood-red light. His hand transformed into a sharp claw, tearing through the air with a hissing sound.

Qiu Zixin did not join the fray but moved to the table instead.

She raised her jade-like fingers, pale as scallions, and lightly waved them, tracing a mysterious rune in the air, then parted her red lips, murmuring softly.

Though her whispers were faint, they carried a strange rhythm, creating a subtle connection with the surrounding aura of the world.

Bang!

Shortly thereafter, accompanied by a dull thunderous boom, the Yang Spirit Envoy crashed heavily to the ground.

The entire tent was uprooted by the powerful impact, with wooden splinters and cloth shreds flying everywhere.

Outside the tent, a gruesomely bloody scene unfolded.

The corpses of Yanrong's soldiers lay sprawled, blood pooling around them, with severed limbs scattered all about.

The Yang Spirit Envoy painfully lowered his head to look at the massive wound torn open by the searing power in his chest, where his heart could still be seen beating clearly, prompting him to call out loudly to Qiu Zixin: "Fairy, hurry up, this girl is too formidable."

Yelü Miaomiao looked at the tragically dead soldiers around her, her eyes as red as blood.

Behind the girl, a radiant glow erupted, revealing the towering Divine Maiden Dharma Aspect.

The Dharma Aspect's figure was graceful, enveloped in auspicious light.

As the Divine Maiden Dharma Aspect materialized, a terrifying aura surged violently from Yelü Miaomiao, her previously tied-up hair now wildly streaming.

The girl glared at Qiu Zixin, angrily demanding, "Who exactly are you?"

Qiu Zixin cast a slightly mocking glance at the awe-inspiring Dharma Aspect behind the girl, then casually smirked with her red lips, "Goddess? Hmph, the Immortals won't allow it, and you think you're worthy of being touched by celestial fate?"

Saying that, the woman's hands rapidly changed the Seal Technique, like a pair of fluttering butterflies.

Visible streams of Spiritual Power were drawn from the surrounding air like silk threads, quickly winding around her hands.

The runes drawn earlier in the air shone brightly, and the golden radiance flowed as if solid.

"Kill!"

Qiu Zixin shouted sharply, and in the sky, a giant golden sword suddenly appeared.

This is the sword of the Immortal!

The Immortal Sword was entwined with golden flames, with a world-destroying momentum, rushing straight for the Divine Maiden Dharma Aspect behind Yelü Miaomiao.

Yelü Miaomiao bit her silver teeth tightly, her hands swiftly forming Sealing.

The Divine Maiden Dharma Aspect gathered light around it into a massive Light Shield, blocking the front.

"Boom!"

The golden giant sword violently collided with the Light Shield, erupting in a deafening roar.

The powerful impact spread outward from the collision point, and wherever it passed, the remnants of tents and weapons were instantly shattered, and cracks spread like spider webs across the ground.

Yelü Miaomiao was shaken by the force, her energy and blood surged, and a sliver of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing her strike fail, Qiu Zixin's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she once again moved her hands, chanting.

The golden giant sword grew brighter, attacking the Light Shield again.

At the same time, the Yang Spirit Envoy seized the opportunity to steady his stance, his hands gathering black mist that transformed into two ferocious black dragons, roaring as they charged at Yelü Miaomiao.

As the Immortal Sword pierced inch by inch into the Divine Maiden Dharma Aspect, Yelü Miaomiao's delicate figure trembled, and blood gushed from her lips.

The crimson blood slid down her pale cheeks, sinister yet mournful.

"Little girl, stop making futile, dying struggles."

The Yang Spirit Envoy drew nearer, issuing a mocking tone, "With an Immortal backing us, you are simply not our match.

If you know what's good for you, hand over the Dharma Aspect and obediently become my little wife. Maybe you'll give birth to a little baby as immortal as me, haha."

At that moment, the sky, originally shrouded in bloodshed and death, suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a massive and majestic Golden Dragon broke through the clouds, appearing proudly.

A delicate and lively young girl gracefully stood upon the dragon's head.

The Golden Dragon hovered in the air, issuing a roar that shook the heavens, crashing into the resplendent golden sword.

The air was shaken to pieces, boiling like violent bubbling water.

The Golden Sword, which had just been so overpowering, crumbled and shattered under this vast dragon's might. The fragmented, dazzling golden light scattered across the sky like swirling and fluttering golden petals.

"What the hell?"

Qiu Zixin's face showed horror, the confident look on her face instantly becoming as pale as paper.

The woman scrambled frantically to attempt the spell, trying to maintain the Spell.

Yet in the next moment, a mouthful of crimson blood uncontrollably spurted from her mouth.

Qiu Zixin fell heavily on the dusty, debris-strewn ground.

At the same time, the incredibly strong dragon's might crushed the struggling Yang Spirit Envoy heavily onto the ground, immobilizing him, with all his bones cracking.

The Golden Dragon landed with a roar.

With a flash of light, it transformed into a familiar humanoid figure, it was none other than Jiang Shouzhong.

The young girl lightly landed on the ground.

It was Jiang Wan.

"Arrived just in time, didn't miss the affair."

Jiang Wan patted her jade hands, turn her head toward Jiang Shouzhong with a playful look, her smile abundant, "How was it, Jiang Shouzhong, this time I guess I saved your wife's life, right? You better remember this grace."

"Jiang Mo?"

Seeing the familiar figure, Yelü Miaomiao almost thought she was hallucinating.

Until she was tightly embraced in the man's arms, feeling the warm and familiar aura, the girl woke as from a dream, her eyes reddened, and she began to cry:

"Silly Jiang Mo, bad husband, why did you take so long to come see me!"

The girl's pink fists punched the man's chest.

Jiang Shouzhong affectionately patted the girl's back, his eyes full of guilt and tenderness, he apologized: "I'm sorry, Miaomiao, I should have come to see you earlier."