The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Murong Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light!

A powerful aura erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire secret room!

boom!

With a loud crash, the walls of the secret chamber were smashed open by a tremendous force, sending debris flying everywhere!

The enormous body of the Sea-Turning Dragon squeezed through the broken wall, opened its huge mouth, and bit at Murong Yuan!

Murong Yuan's pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated rapidly while simultaneously striking out with a palm!

He struck the head of the churning sea dragon with a palm, sending it staggering back several steps.

But the Sea-Turning Dragon merely shook its head and charged forward again.

"roar!"

Zhao Pojun stepped out from behind Fan Haitengjiao, a smug smile on his lips.

"Your Majesty, how have you been?"

Murong Yuan looked at him, his face ashen.

He was at a crucial stage of his breakthrough when Zhao Pojun interrupted him, causing him to suffer a backlash.

"Zhao Pojun? How dare you..."

"How could I dare not?"

Zhao Pojun interrupted him, taking out a pitch-black dagger from his sleeve. The dagger was covered with strange runes and emitted a cold, eerie light.

"Your Majesty, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

He gripped the dagger and walked towards Murong Yuan.

The Flood Dragon swung its tail and slammed heavily into Murong Yuan.

He was sent flying backwards.

Zhao Pojun quickly caught up.

Raising the dagger, without the slightest hesitation, he thrust it fiercely towards Murong Yuan's chest!

puff!

The dagger pierced Murong Yuan's chest, and blood splattered everywhere.

Murong Yuan groaned and collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale.

Zhao Pojun pulled out his dagger, licked the blood off it, and his eyes were filled with madness.

"Your Majesty, this is a magical artifact specially crafted by the Lord, specifically to deal with you!"

Murong Yuan clearly felt that his spiritual power was sealed, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

"Zhao Pojun, I... have treated you very well..."

"Haha, what a joke! You're just eager to settle scores with us later, so why don't I take the initiative?!"

Zhao Pojun burst out laughing.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will not kill you."

"I want you to see with your own eyes how I take everything from you."

He turned around and looked at the surging sea dragon.

"From this day forward, this Great Qian Dynasty belongs to me!"

Above the palace.

Ye Niannu hovered in mid-air, her hands forming a seal. Profound runes flew from her fingertips, condensing into a huge net of light that enveloped the entire palace.

The man in black robes hovered opposite her, surrounded by a thick black mist.

The mist, as if alive, surged and twisted around him, occasionally coalescing into bizarre ghost faces that emitted chilling roars.

"Ye Niannu, you cannot protect this palace."

The man in the black robe had a hoarse, low voice.

Ye Niannu didn't speak, but just stared at him coldly, her hand seals moving faster and faster.

The light network grew denser and brighter, forcing the black mist surrounding the man in the black robe to contract continuously.

The man in black robes snorted coldly and suddenly waved his hands!

The black mist surged, transforming into countless pitch-black tentacles that reached out to entangle the net of light!

The moment the tentacles made contact with the light net, they emitted a hissing, corrosive sound. The runes on the light net flickered, and some areas began to dim.

Ye Niannu frowned slightly, her spiritual energy surging wildly within her body, and the light net lit up again, even more dazzling than before.

But her face paled slightly; the black-robed man's strength was no less than hers.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Just then, the figure of the churning sea dragon appeared on the horizon.

Its enormous body was like a moving mountain, covered in jet-black scales, and its eyes were empty and black.

Surrounded by a thick, malevolent aura, it swooped down towards the palace!

Ye Niannu's expression changed drastically.

"Damn it!"

She never expected that the Flood Dragon she had just subdued would be turned into a puppet so quickly.

A smug smile curled at the corner of the man's mouth.

"Ye Niannu, I told you, you can't hold on."

He swung his hands violently, and the black mist surged, tearing a hole in the light net!

The raging dragon burst through the opening and rushed towards the depths of the palace!

Ye Niannu tried to stop him, but the man in black robes had already blocked her way.

"Your opponent is me."

The man in black robes formed a hand seal, and black mist condensed in front of him.

It transformed into a jet-black longsword, its blade covered in eerie runes, emanating a chilling aura of death.

Ye Niannu gritted her teeth. She had already done her best, and it wouldn't be long before the people of the Primordial Holy Palace would sense her presence.

She knew that someone would soon take over her rhythm.

To protect Wang Long and fulfill her promise to Da Qian, Ye Niannu had no choice!

She had just met Wang Long, the man she had been waiting for for decades.

Before they could even develop feelings for each other, they had to part ways again. Ye Niannu's hatred for the man in black robes reached its peak.

"You deserve to die!"

Ye Niannu flipped her hands, and a silver longsword appeared in her palms.

The sword is long and slender, entirely silver-white, with faint golden patterns flowing across it, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

"I'll kill you, then I'll deal with that beast!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two of them moved at the same time!

The silver longsword and the jet-black longsword collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar!

Spiritual energy and malevolent energy scattered and flew everywhere, tearing off the roofs of the surrounding palaces and sending tiles flying everywhere!

Ye Niannu and the man in black robes were locked in a fierce battle, their swords flashing, spiritual energy and malevolent energy intertwined, and the sky and earth were darkened by the fighting.

The two fought from the air to the ground and back again, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, with palaces collapsing, the ground cracking, and everything in their path crumbling.

The main gate of the palace.

Murong Hao led the Imperial Guards to confront the forces of the Second Prince and the Third Prince.

"Murong Ye, Murong Yu, how dare you!"

Murong Hao gripped his longsword, his face ashen.

"Father is still in seclusion, and you dare to force him to abdicate?"

Murong Ye sat on his horse, a smile playing on his lips.

"Your Majesty, you have failed in your duties as regent, resulting in natural disasters and widespread resentment among the people. I am doing this to share the burden of our father."

Murong Yu stood behind him, his expression calm.

"Brother, abdicate! You are no match for us. We can spare your life!"

Murong Hao gritted his teeth, about to speak, when a figure swept over from a distance and landed beside him.

Luo Hanyi was covered in blood, and bits of flesh from a spirit beast were still hanging on her Xuan Yin Whip.

"Your Highness, I am late."

Murong Hao glanced at her and nodded.

"Mrs. Luo arrived just in time!"

Luo Hanyi's gaze swept over the Second Prince and the Third Prince opposite her, as well as the hundreds of elite guards behind them, her expression solemn.

Murong Hao gripped his longsword tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"I will not back down."

Just then, a terrifying aura emanated from the depths of the palace.

The enormous body of the Sea-Turning Dragon burst out of the palace, hovering in the night sky, opening its huge mouth and letting out a deafening roar!

"roar!"

Everyone was stunned.

Murong Hao's expression changed completely.

"A sea-overturning dragon... How could this be..."

A figure stood on the back of the churning sea dragon.

Zhao Pojun stood with his hands behind his back, a smug smile on his lips.

"Gentlemen, how have you been?"

On the long street.

Wang Long held Murong Qing's hand and hurried towards the palace.

The frenzied spirit beasts around them had already been dealt with by Wang Long, and Murong Qing had also gotten plenty of rest.

Both of them had someone they were worried about, so they came to the palace to take a look.

The closer you get to the palace, the more corpses of mythical beasts and ruins you'll find.

The smell of blood was so strong it made me want to vomit.

Murong Qing's face grew paler and paler.

Wang Long gripped her hand tightly, his rough palm pressed against the delicate back of her hand.

"Your Highness, I have always been here!"