On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 342
Wen Yueqin stared at the terrifying face in front of her in horror. The red-clothed Xueba had a vague smile on his lips and uttered two words silently.

"idiot."

As the red-clothed Xueba continued to increase his strength, Wen Yueqin's face twisted in pain, and her beautiful face was covered with physiological tears, and then she let go of Bu Yao's hand.

With a "clang" sound, the four-tailed phoenix on top was thrown to pieces as the step rocked to the ground.

The red-clothed Xueba then became even more unscrupulous in absorbing her essence to heal her wounds.

The energy from Wen Yueqin's body was continuously transported towards the red-clothed Xueba.

As time went by, the expression on Wen Yueqin's face became more and more ferocious, while the red-clothed Xue Bao was the complete opposite, showing an expression of enjoyment.

She could clearly feel that the area injured by Ye Zhiyu was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is true whether it is internal or external injury.

This feeling of full vitality fascinated the red-clothed Xueba. She closed her eyes and drank in the essence and blood to her heart's content.

If she continues at this rate, it won't be long before she can return to her peak condition. As for Wen Yueqin's life or death, she doesn't care about her life or death.

"Dang——" A cold light flashed.

When the red-clothed Xueba opened his eyes, he loosened his grip on Wen Yueqin and faced the opponent.

The attack brushed against the red-clothed Xue Ba's temples and cut off a few strands of hair.

When he saw the person clearly, he realized that it was Ye Zhiyu who had been injured just now.

After just one move, Ye Zhiyu figured out the opponent's situation and said cautiously: "Have you recovered?"

She herself knew that palm.

Logically speaking, the red-clothed blood demon shouldn't have such movement and speed after that heavy palm.

There was only one possibility - the red-clothed Xueba had taken advantage of this period of time to recover from his injuries.

Combined with Wen Yueqin who fell unconscious on the soft couch beside him, Ye Zhiyu immediately understood what was going on.

The red-robed Xueba smiled and said, "Doctor Wang is really smart. You and I fought back and forth during our peak years, but now your spiritual power has been almost exhausted, and you still have old injuries on your body."

"And I have fully recovered."

"Guess, who among us wins and who loses?" The red-clothed Xueba blinked innocently at Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu frowned and did not speak.

The red-clothed Xueba is not upset. It would be great if it could be solved in a more peaceful way.

After all, turning enemies into friends is the best policy.

Moreover, now she has the upper hand and has the absolute right to speak.

"To be honest, Divine Doctor Wang, you are no match for me now. If you try to fight me forcefully, you are just asking for death."

Ye Zhiyu still didn't answer, quietly waiting for the next words from the red-clothed Xueba.

As expected, the red-clothed Xueba continued: "But I have always been sympathetic to the masters, why don't we cooperate?"

"Cooperate with you?" Ye Zhiyu repeated the words of the red-robed Xueba.

The latter smiled and nodded, "If you and I work together, I believe there is nothing we can't accomplish. By then..."

"I can only cooperate with others, who are you?" Before the red-clothed Xueba could say what he wanted to say, Ye Zhiyu directly interrupted him with a mocking tone.

That was the most unbearable thing for the red-clothed Blood Demon.

The red-clothed Xue Ba almost squeezed out these words through his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged out of rage, "What did you say?"

Ye Zhiyu curled his lips and repeated it good-naturedly.

"I said, I only cooperate with people. What are you?"

The red-clothed Xueba couldn't bear it any longer and exploded completely. He swung his palm towards Ye Zhiyu with a deadly move.

I wish I could kill Ye Zhiyu immediately! "I think you're going to drink wine as a penalty instead of toasting. If that's the case, just go to hell -"

The two wrestled together.

Compared with before, Ye Zhiyu's speed and strength have been reduced a lot, showing a tendency of losing ground.

It seems that just as the red-clothed Xueba said, the injured Ye Zhiyu's strength is not as good as before and he is no match for him.

As a result, the red-clothed Xueba felt a sense of torture and killing, and the smile on his lips became more and more proud.

He couldn't help but taunt him, "This is the price of your innocence."

Ye Zhiyu didn't respond, he just concentrated on dealing with it, and used tricks as he saw them.

Without Rong'er by her side, she didn't need to be distracted.

Even though his body was injured, every movement would hurt the wound, but he didn't have many worries.

Therefore, even though he was defeated, he did not suffer any more injuries.

It's just a pity that the red-clothed Xueba doesn't seem to realize this yet, and is immersed in his own world and is complacent.

The two fought from the house to the yard.

The eunuchs and maids lying on the ground all around were all the tricks the red-clothed Blood Demon had done just now when he was about to sneak in.

He didn't know if these people were still alive, but the situation was urgent and Ye Zhiyu had no intention of worrying about it.

The yard was swept into a mess by the strong wind.

Overturned tables and stools, peach trees with branches cut off, and leaves falling to the ground...

After dozens of moves, the red-clothed Xueba also vaguely noticed that something was wrong.

It seemed that he was suppressing Ye Zhiyu in the fight, but in fact he did not gain any substantial benefits.

As time went by, the red-clothed Xueba began to lose his patience.

Ye Zhiyu had probably been waiting for this moment, seizing on the red-clothed Xueba's anxious vulnerability, and deliberately exposed the flaw.

The red-clothed Xueba took advantage of the situation to catch up, but she didn't know that she had fallen into Ye Zhiyu's trap. She had just unknowingly set up the formation and was waiting for the opponent to enter the formation.

Just hearing a rumble of thunder, the red-clothed Xueba was overturned and lay on the ground in an extremely embarrassed posture, dying like a sick dog.

The red-clothed Xueba struggled to stand up, his whole body was hacked and blackened.

However, his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, staring at Ye Zhiyu, which looked a little penetrating.

If looks could kill, Ye Zhiyu would probably have died a thousand times by now.

Ye Zhiyu took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack, holding up Lei Jue and preparing to give the opponent a fatal blow.

But at this moment, the palace door was pushed open, accompanied by the eunuch singing "The Emperor has arrived——"

From the corner of his eye, the red-clothed Xueba caught a glimpse of a bright yellow figure appearing behind him, and the corners of his mouth curved into a bloodthirsty arc.

She stood there for a long time without moving, seemingly frightened by the pressure from Ye Zhiyu.

However, he escaped at the critical moment.

The target of Ye Zhiyu's assassination changed from the red-clothed Xueba to Feng Yanzhi.

Their eyes met, and both of them were surprised.

At this point, it was no longer possible to take it back, so Ye Zhiyu could only risk the risk of backlash and release his strength.

Following the sound of thunder, the thunder method still penetrated into Feng Yanzhi's body with inertia.

Feng Yanzhi's eyes widened and he looked at Ye Zhiyu with confusion, as if asking why.

However, blood immediately flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his mouth was also filled with blood. When he opened his mouth, the blood flowed non-stop and he was unable to speak.

(End of this chapter)