The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day Chapter 449 - 335: The Great Battle Begins

The Phoenix Clan’s territory, Pyralia.

Xylon Phoenix was whispering sweet nothings to Ruby inside The Phoenix Tree Hall, discussing plans to depose Soren Phoenix and make their child the successor once her Phoenix Egg hatched.

Ruby leaned against him, caressing her heavy belly, smiling alluringly, her voice coquettish, "Xylon, you’re wonderful. Our child will surely grow up to be strong and wise, imposing and majestic like you."

"Hahaha... Your sweet little mouth really knows how to talk, it makes feel good just listening to it."

Xylon Phoenix was in high spirits, lifting Ruby’s chin and laughing heartily, unable to resist planting a kiss on her face.

Just then, a Phoenix Clan Warrior stumbled in, pale-faced, "Clan Leader, the Dragon Clan army is pressing in. Horace Valerius has personally led the attack."

"What?"

Xylon’s smile instantly froze, he stood up suddenly, overturning the table before him and spilling tea and fruits everywhere, "What madness is Horace Valerius up to?"

The warrior trembled, stamring in reply, "The Dragon Clan said, said that you angered Lady Nerida to death, so they want to..."

Dare not say the words ’settle the score,’ the warrior instantly knelt on the ground in fear, quivering and not daring to lift his head.

"Nonsense."

Xylon Phoenix naturally understood, his face was livid, his forehead veins bulging, blurting out with anger, "Nerida died of her illness, what does that have to do with as the Clan Leader."

Upon saying this, he suddenly paused, realizing sothing, his expression changing slightly - could it be...

"Where’s Soren? Have him co to see imdiately."

He shouted, face contorted in rage.

He paid no attention to Ruby, who was already scared pale holding her belly without daring to speak.

Xylon could not spare any thought for Ruby at this ti, his mind was consud with how to face the Dragon Clan’s aggression.

The warrior cautiously raised his head, trembling, "Young, Young Master... he ca with the Dragon Clan."

"Ungrateful brat."

Xylon Phoenix trembled with fury, a shadowy murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The fool must have known his intentions, aware that he planned to depose him and cultivate a new successor, so simply acted first, leaking the truth to Horace Valerius.

Although Xylon Phoenix’s character was questionable, he was extrely intelligent and quite resourceful, otherwise he couldn’t have beco the Phoenix Clan Chief.

He quickly figured out the cause and effect, his expression turning terrifyingly grim.

Had I known when that wretched brat was born, I should have choked him to death.

Would have spared us the trouble now.

At that mont, the entire Pyralia began shaking violently, a deafening dragon roar echoing from afar, the sky instantly shrouded by rolling thunderclouds.

Xylon’s expression changed abruptly, transforming into the Fire Phoenix and rushing out, "Gather all the elders."

Ruby gasped, clutching her belly and screaming, "Xylon..."

"Stay here and don’t move."

Xylon disappeared outside the hall without looking back.

Dark clouds lood, lightning and thunder bood, the Dragon Clan army like a black torrent cloaked the sky over Pyralia.

Horace Valerius, in the form of a golden dragon, hovered within the clouds, eyes wide with fury, dragon whiskers wildly dancing, dark golden Dragon Scales glimring in the lightning-filled sky.

Behind him were all the Dragon Clan elders and countless Black-armored Guards, covering the sky.

"Xylon Phoenix, co out and et your death."

Horace Valerius’s roar exploded over Pyralia, rocks crumbling, a fierce wind causing the Phoenix Tree’s wild dance.

Mael Valerius arrived at this mont, needing no search, imdiately spotting a flamboyant Fire Phoenix at the end of the Dragon Clan’s formation.

Who else could it be but Soren Phoenix?

Mael Valerius swooped down, his Dragon Tail swinging, and did not forget to pull Soren Phoenix out of the sky.

The pair instantly transford into human forms.

"Oh, cousin, stop pulling around, so many people are watching ~"

Soren Phoenix pulled to the ground by Mael Valerius, showing no sign of panic, instead he feigned a cry.

Mael Valerius knew his nature well, long accustod to it, golden eyes scanning over his modest outfit, missing his usual flamboyant deanor, replaced by a gentleman’s charm.

He chuckled, "I thought your father would stop you on the way."

Soren Phoenix glanced at him, a cold gleam in his peach blossom eyes, "I know my father too well, switched routes three tis to sneak to the Dragon Clan."

anwhile, Phoenix Clan elders and elite warriors quickly gathered, staring at the overwhelming Dragon Clan army above, faces filled with horror.

Xylon Phoenix transford into a Fire Phoenix rushing over, staring at the overwhelming and murderous Dragon Clan army opposite, and the massive golden dragon in the sky, his expression grim enough to drip water.