Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

As the Spiritualization Elder's palm, imbued with boundless power, struck Mo Shang's back with the force of thunder, like a mountain bearing down on his head. In this crucial moment, with his life hanging by a thread, a sudden, urgent cry erupted from the sky: "Dad, step left!" Amidst the chaotic din and the roar of killing, the voice stood out. In the fleeting moment, Mo Shang had no time to discern who was calling out a warning. Driven solely by a powerful instinct for survival, he subconsciously took a swift step to the left.

Even so, he couldn't completely avoid the incredibly sharp and powerful palm strike. "Pa..." A dull thud echoed as Mo Shang was struck relentlessly by the immensely powerful palm strike. Though he luckily avoided a vital part, the terrifying force of the impact still caused him to spit blood. He collapsed to the ground like a leaf torn apart by a violent storm. Instantly, his vision blurred, the world spun, and it felt as if the entire world was collapsing.

"Ah... you bastard, I'm going to kill you!" With a roar filled with rage and hatred, Mo Yu leaped forward like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness. In his hand, a longsword emanating an ancient and mysterious aura suddenly appeared. Without hesitation, he thrust it straight at the old man who had attacked. The old man, a man of experience and quick reflexes, dodged the fatal blow with a single, narrow escape. Immediately afterwards, the two engaged in a fierce battle.

"The Chaos Sky Sword? In this kid's hands? Kill him, don't let him get away." The moment Venerable Shadow saw the sword in Mo Yu's hand, a glint of unconcealed greed flashed in his eyes. He knew full well that this sword held immeasurable value, and no matter what, he absolutely could not allow Mo Yu a chance to escape.

Another elder in the Spiritualization Stage nearby quickly joined the fray. Three masters of equal power instantly leapt from the ground into the air. Swords flashed like meteors across the night sky; fists flew like a howling wind through the mountains. Their movements intertwined, creating a scene both spectacular and fraught with danger. Fearing the unpredictable power of Mo Yu's longsword, the two elders fought with a certain degree of timidity, leading to a temporary stalemate in the air.

However, the situation on the ground was completely different from the situation in the air. With Mo Shang's fall, the Black Feather Palace's Wuji Realm cultivators also lost their fighting power. It was as if the Black Feather Palace disciples had lost their core, and their overall combat effectiveness plummeted. Tens of thousands of Black Feather Palace disciples suffered heavy casualties under the enemy's relentless onslaught. Their bodies fell amidst the flashing swords and the shadows, their blood staining the ground red. They could only retreat, each step filled with despair and helplessness. Despite their utmost efforts and resolute resistance, facing an enemy that outnumbered them many times over, every step they took meant a step closer to utter destruction.

The demise of the Black Feather Palace seemed inevitable at this point, a mere matter of time. The three leaders exchanged glances, conveying a silent message. Their lips curled slightly in triumphant smiles, as if they were already celebrating their impending victory. Those smiles were filled with cruelty and ruthlessness.

At this critical moment of life and death, a figure streaked towards them from the distant horizon like a meteor. It was Su Nan, carrying Little Bear Wei on her back, flying at full speed, her hair dancing wildly in the wind.

Su Nan's face was tense, her eyes filled with determination and eagerness. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, which trickled down her cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. Her breathing was rapid, each breath seeming to energize her to move faster.

Little Xiong Wei lay tightly on Su Nan's back, his hands firmly grasping her shoulders. His little face was full of tension and anticipation, his eyes fixed on the chaotic battlefield ahead.

Su Nan's flight was so rapid that the surrounding scenery became blurred. The wind whistled in her ears, as if urging her to go faster. She had only one thought in mind: to reach the battlefield as quickly as possible and save those in danger.

Finally, Su Nan reached the battlefield. Looking down from the air, the scene was a scene of hell on earth. Broken limbs were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers, gleaming a terrifying crimson in the sunlight. Broken weapons lay scattered across the ground, and the groans of the wounded mingled with the cries of the dying, forming a tragic symphony.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, making her sick. If it weren't for the fusion of several souls and the possession of several memories, the strong smell of blood alone would have made Su Nan vomit for days. But at this moment, she suppressed her inner discomfort and quickly scanned the battlefield.

"Xiong Wei, go and help." Su Nan's voice was firm and decisive, with unquestionable strength.

"Okay, sister!" Xiong Wei agreed and jumped off Su Nan's back. His small body traced an arc in the air, and before his feet touched the ground, he began to transform.

In a flash of light, Xiong Wei's body instantly swelled, his muscles bulging, his fur growing wildly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a rock bear over five meters tall. His massive body, like a towering mountain, shook the earth three times as it landed, emitting a dull thud.

Xiong Wei's eyes sparkled with excitement. He opened his bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar. It was like an ancient war song, filled with power and majesty. Then, without hesitation, he charged into the battle formation.

His steps were heavy and powerful, each one leaving deep footprints on the ground. He swung his massive arms like a massive hammer, driving back enemies wherever he went. Although Xiong Wei was also at the Creation Realm, the Rock Clan focused on strength and possessed an indestructible body. Facing over twenty masters of his level, he held his own.

His attacks were powerful and devastating, each blow carrying the force of a tidal wave. The enemy's attacks felt like tickling him, unable to inflict any substantial damage. He charged through the crowd like an uninhabited entity, clearing a path for the Black Feather Palace disciples.

Su Nan didn't stop at all. She flashed and flew towards Mo Yu. Her speed was extremely fast, like a ghost, and she appeared beside Mo Yu in an instant.

"Little Mo Yu, why are you so embarrassed?" There was a hint of teasing in Su Nan's voice, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a mischievous smile.

When Mo Yu heard Su Nan's voice, he was stunned for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face. But soon, his expression turned worried.

"Don't make trouble, sister. They are very powerful. This is not a battlefield you can participate in. Just go and help Xiong Wei." Mo Yu said loudly, his voice full of anxiety and concern.

Su Nan didn't care. She patted Mo Yu's shoulder gently and said, "Hehe... Little Mo Yu, don't underestimate me. Let me show you some skills." After that, her eyes suddenly became sharp, like two sharp swords that could pierce through everything.

Su Nan exuded a powerful aura, and the air around her seemed to be distorted by it. She flashed like a phantom, rushing towards the two old men fighting with Mo Yu.

Before Mo Yu could react, Su Nan pushed him out of the battle formation. He stood there in bewilderment, staring at Su Nan's back, muttering to himself, "When did he become so powerful?" He kept thinking, but he didn't dare to stray too far away. He followed Su Nan's figure closely, always ready to help her if she was in danger.

"Little girl, why don't you just embroider your flowers and come here to meddle in other people's business? I'm not a man who cares about women." An old man saw Su Nan rushing over and shouted loudly. His voice was full of disdain and contempt, and it was obvious that he didn't take Su Nan seriously.

Another old man followed suit and said, "Humph, you ignorant girl, today I will let you know what regret is."

As the two old men spoke, they shook their swords and two streams of sword energy whistled towards Su Nan. The sword energy was so sharp that wherever it passed, the air was cut apart, making a sharp sound.

Su Nan, however, was neither hurried nor slow. Her posture was light and flexible, like a dancing butterfly. She simply turned sideways and easily dodged the two sword energies.

The two old men were shocked to see Su Nan dodging the attack so easily. They exchanged glances before swinging their swords again, launching an even more fierce attack on Su Nan.

Su Nan moved freely among the sword shadows, her movements graceful and calm, as if she were performing a dance of death. Her eyes were fixed on the two old men, searching for their weaknesses.

Finally, Su Nan saw an opportunity. She called out, "Break..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful force surged from her palms. The long swords in the hands of the two old men could not withstand this force and broke into eight pieces.

The sound of a sword breaking was crisp and loud, echoing across the battlefield. The two old men were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief. Before they could react, Su Nan had already placed both of his palms on their chests.

"Puff...ah..." The two old men spat out blood, and their bodies fell from the sky like kites with broken strings, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Su Nan stood in the air, her clothes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth.

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