The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 930: Protecting His Wife with His Life (Bonus Update)

Siheng feigned kindness and said, "Then it’s up to you. You choose the contest."

But the Gloomy Fox wasn’t falling for it. Instead, it sneered.

"You think we’re as easy to fool as ordinary spirit beasts?"

"We are Primordial Mythical Beasts!"

"Primordial Mythical Beasts infused with the Power of Chaos!"

With that, the Gloomy Fox stomped its hind legs and charged at Siheng.

Its twin horns glimmered, radiating an intense power that tore through the ground—plants and creatures alike were either flattened or uprooted.

Siheng’s brow furrowed.

If he took that strike head-on, he’d be crushed to dust.

He immediately teleported, attempting to lure the Gloomy Fox and the others away.

But with the other beasts suppressing his spiritual energy, his teleportation range was limited.

Fortunately, once in mid-air, his spiritual energy was no longer restrained. He gained some distance, but the Gloomy Fox was already in hot pursuit, slicing through the wind.

Its massive tail split into several, encircling him from all directions.

With a flick of his wrist, Siheng unleashed a sword strike, powerful enough to shake the heavens.

The sword’s energy was sharp and overwhelming—enough to draw blood from lesser beasts.

But the Gloomy Fox’s fur, though soft to the touch, was impenetrable.

Not a single scratch.

Still, one of its tails was blasted aside, giving Siheng a narrow opening to escape.

He weaved and dodged as he fled, drawing the beasts further away.

The Gloomy Fox grew increasingly enraged. It couldn’t catch him, couldn’t strike him—it was being toyed with!

With a furious roar, it summoned the other beasts, who thundered after Siheng.

In mere moments, the towering forest was razed to the ground.

Siheng struggled to hold his ground, but when he saw that the beasts had been lured far enough, he exhaled in relief.

Just a little longer, and A’Li would be safe.

But then, a thunderous roar echoed from behind.

Siheng’s expression changed.

The Gloomy Fox and the others had turned back, charging straight towards A’Li’s location.

The ground trembled with each step.

Without hesitation, Siheng shot forward, flying faster than the wind.

And just as he feared, a Primordial Mythical Beast was already ramming the protective array, shaking it violently.

Inside, Nanli remained deep in meditation, undisturbed by the turmoil outside.

Siheng clenched his sword, spiritual energy coiling around it, and slashed—sending the beast crashing back.

But before he could breathe, the Gloomy Fox descended from the sky with a furious roar.

Siheng knew that if it struck, it would destroy the array and harm A’Li.

He planted himself at the center, unmoving, forming a seal and channeling every ounce of his strength into his sword.

BOOM!

The explosion shook the heavens.

Siheng was blasted back, colliding hard with the edge of his array.

His chest churned with pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His dark robe fluttered in the wind, miraculously free of bloodstains.

Yet, he still stepped forward, unwavering.

A’Li was behind him. He could not fall.

They clashed again, and though the Gloomy Fox was forced back, it suffered no true injury.

Still, it couldn’t help but admire his resilience.

"I didn’t expect you to survive that."

Siheng’s gaze remained steadfast.

"My beloved is behind me. I cannot fall."

The Gloomy Fox’s eyes burned with fury as it spotted its cub.

"What did you do to my little babe?!"

"It was born weak. We are healing it," Siheng said calmly, wiping the blood from his lips. "Just wait a little longer."

"Lies!"

As expected, the Gloomy Fox refused to believe him and charged again.

The other beasts also battered the array’s barrier.

Siheng blocked another attack, but cracks already marred the array.

His expression darkened. He retreated within the array, swiftly drawing out the Sky Plough Pearl.

Infusing it with his spiritual energy, he mended the cracks. The array glimmered as it stabilized.

But the beasts attacked again, and the newly repaired shield split, the fractures deeper this time.

Under the Gloomy Fox’s command, eight beasts struck together.

The impact was cataclysmic.

BOOM!

The entire forest trembled.

Trees fell. The earth cracked.

Dust soared into the sky.

Clatter—

The Sky Plough Pearl fell to the ground, its energy drained.

Siheng stumbled, half-kneeling, coughing up blood once more.

His robe, once pristine, was now marred with dirt and crimson.

The array was crumbling.

The Gloomy Fox’s tail lashed out, shattering it completely.

It was surprised.

Still alive?

Even a Celestial Sovereign wouldn’t withstand such an assault.

Fine—at least it would leave him a whole corpse.

It stepped forward to reclaim its cub.

But Siheng stood again, his body trembling.

He raised a hand, forming a spiritual whip that lashed around the fox’s tail.

"Wait a little longer," he said, voice hoarse but resolute.

The Gloomy Fox hesitated—but only for a moment.

It shrugged off the whip, sending Siheng crashing back into the dirt.

Snarling, it raised its tail high, ready to crush him.

The other beasts howled, urging it on.

Just as the blow was about to fall—

A wooden sword flashed through the air, piercing beneath the Gloomy Fox’s tail.

The force was immense. The tail froze, unable to descend another inch.

The Gloomy Fox froze.

Turning its head, it saw Nanli standing coldly, sword in hand.

With a sharp flick, she swept its tail aside.

"A’Li..." Siheng murmured, relief softening his expression before he collapsed, unconscious.

His face was pale, yet there was a strange, tragic beauty about him.

Nanli rushed to shield him, her heart aching.

The Gloomy Fox laughed coldly, seeing the hatred in her eyes.

"You dared to steal my child and my treasure? This is your fate! Don’t worry—your turn is coming."

If even Siheng couldn’t withstand them, how could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like Nanli stand a chance?

But Nanli simply threw something towards it.

The Gloomy Fox braced itself, thinking it an attack, and swept its tail to block.

But it wasn’t a weapon.

It was a small, furry creature, feet wreathed in flame, flying towards it.

It was...

Its little babe?!

Its tail instinctively caught the cub, cradling it gently.

The cub clung to its fur, sniffing.

Yes—this was its mother.

It squealed joyfully, rubbing itself against her tail.

The Gloomy Fox stared in stunned silence before it realized—the cub was calling for it!

Overcome with joy, it stamped its feet excitedly, lifting the cub high, showing it off to its companions.