The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 464 - 347: Patient Guidance

She could barely believe her eyes, having always thought it was just a fat bug capable of spinning silk and refining golden pearls.

The Golden Silkworm King, or rather the golden-haired handsome man at this moment, lazily stretched his body, his shimmering golden robe accentuating his skin as pale as snow, his beauty almost mesmerizingly unusual.

Who knows what material it was made of; it looked a bit like silk.

He tilted his head slightly and gave Luna Sutton a smile captivating enough to charm all beings: "Of course, I am a sacred creature; mere transformation is no challenge. So how about it, Luna? My human form isn’t any worse than your beast husbands!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Corbin Crowley, whose face was dark as the bottom of a pot.

He actually wanted to say he looked better than Corbin Crowley, but swallowed his words, lacking the confidence...

Corbin’s silver eyes shot icy glints almost solidifying, his aura turning dangerous and cold.

An unseen oppressive force spread, making The Old Shaman crouch down, not daring to breathe heavily.

His voice was terrifyingly deep, every word squeezed out of clenched teeth: "What did you say? Be the eighth beast husband?"

The cold murderous intent was tangible, directly targeting the golden-haired man transformed from the Golden Silkworm King.

Yet the Golden Silkworm King seemed unaware, or simply unconcerned.

Instead, he stepped forward, getting closer to Luna Sutton, his golden eyes full of anticipation and anxiety: "Yeah! You see, Luna, I can help detoxify all poisons, refine golden pearls, spin silk to make beautiful clothes, and now can accompany you in human form. I’m much more versatile and stronger than them! And I promise, I’ll be good to Luna alone!"

As he spoke, he attempted to grab Luna Sutton’s hand.

Corbin’s silver eyes were frigid, the corner of his lips curved into a dangerous arc: "Seems you’re tired of living."

His fingers instantly formed claws, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, mercilessly grabbing at the offending hand.

The Golden Silkworm King’s face changed slightly, a flash of gold attempting to teleport away.

But Corbin’s speed was ghostly, the suppression of a Twelfth Rank Peak Strong Person like a tangible cage, instantly confining the space.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound accompanied by a subtle "snap" of a bone dislocating.

The Golden Silkworm King grunted, his whole being relentlessly flung out by an irresistible force.

He was thrown heavily into the herbal pile in the courtyard corner, scattering herbs chaotically, covering him completely.

"Oh, my herbs!"

The Old Shaman’s face twitched with distress, grumbling in dissatisfaction.

"Cough cough..."

The Golden Silkworm King awkwardly supported himself up, his golden hair dotted with debris, his beautiful, strange face full of shock and pain.

Clutching his evidently dislocated right arm, he stared incredulously at Corbin Crowley, "You... you dare hit me?"

After centuries of cultivation, though known for his prowess in the Gu Technique and detoxification, his human form considered not weak, yet couldn’t withstand even a single move against this Silver Wolf?

One couldn’t exactly say the Golden Silkworm King was weaker than Corbin Crowley, but his talents lay not in combat but in using Gu and detoxifying.

In the realm of Gu Technique and detoxification, he was virtually unmatched.

"You’re exactly who I’m hitting!"

Corbin’s chilling aura spread wildly, he approached step by step, his black hair fluttering despite the still air, his powerful presence pressing down, seemingly solidifying the small courtyard.

Even the burning torches seemed to dim a bit.

He loomed over, his gaze as cold as sharp blades, as if ready to dismember the unaware sacred creature before him, "Touch Luna one more time, suggest being the eighth beast husband again, and today I’ll turn you this sacred creature into a pool of gold!"

The murderous intent was unmistakable.

The Old Shaman was so frightened he wouldn’t mutter a word, obediently crouching aside to watch the scene.

The Golden Silkworm King awkwardly supported himself, his golden locks dusted with grass debris, but his mouth showed not the slightest concession: "Don’t think I’m really afraid of you, anger me and watch out I turn you into a monstrosity. I’ll make boils full of pus cover you, see if Luna still likes you then!"

Before he could finish, a flash of silver blinded him.

Corbin Crowley’s figure vanished like a phantom.

The next instant, icy fingers clamped around The Golden Silkworm King’s throat like iron pincers, lifting him entirely.

The terrifying oppressive force of a Twelfth Rank Peak Strong Person fell like a tangible mountain.

Instantly crushing the weak resistance around the Golden Silkworm King.

"Uh..."

The Golden Silkworm King’s face flushed instantly, his throat emitting painful gasps, his legs futilely kicking in the air.

His Gu Poison Technique, his pride and joy, had no chance to be cast under the absolute dominance of raw power and speed.