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

"roar!!!"

The sea-swallowing dragon let out a shrill scream, its massive body tumbling violently.

The giant tail snapped several stone pillars and smashed the ground, leaving it riddled with craters.

Little Chirp didn't give it a chance to catch its breath.

With a flap of its wings, it swooped down again.

It opened its beak and spat out a golden flame at the churning sea dragon!

The sea-swept dragon stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

The golden flames struck its abdomen head-on.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the raging sea dragon's abdomen was pierced through by a pillar of scorching fire, leaving a huge hole. Black blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The sea-blowing dragon screamed as it plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground and creating a huge crater.

Zhao Pojun also fell in a panic from high altitude.

"No! This is impossible!"

Zhao Pojun, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before, was now gripped by fear.

His body was trembling violently.

boom!

The Flood Dragon crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, and Zhao Pojun also fell heavily to the ground, covered in injuries.

The sea dragon struggled to get up.

A golden flame erupted once more, striking the head of the raging sea dragon.

"roar!"

The head of the sea-swept dragon melted in the flames, completely losing its life.

Little Chirp extinguished its flames, fell from the sky, and landed steadily next to the corpse of the Sea-Turning Dragon.

It opened its beak and inhaled sharply.

The corpse of the Sea-Turning Dragon transformed into a stream of black energy, which it inhaled and vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

Little Chick let out a satisfied burp, its body quickly shrank back to its chick form, flapped its wings, and wobbled back to Wang Long's shoulder.

"Chirp~"

It let out a happy cry, nuzzled Wang Long's cheek with its head, and its dark, grape-like eyes were full of longing for praise.

Wang Long reached out and gently stroked its little head.

"Little Chirp is amazing."

Little Chick happily squinted its eyes and bounced on his shoulder.

"Wow, Little Chiu, you're amazing!"

Little Fairy was stunned.

Little Chick puffed out its chest proudly.

Little Fairy touched its head, feeling proud.

"Well done, you're worthy of being my little brother."

Murong Yuan was stunned. He watched helplessly as the Great Qian's national guardian beast was beaten down by Xiao Qiu and fell from the sky.

"This...this..."

His voice trembled; could it be that his Great Qian Dynasty wouldn't perish again?

Zhao Pojun lay on the ground in a disheveled state, his mind blank.

His sea-climbing and dragon-soaring...

He finally managed to refine a ninth-grade spirit beast...

That's it...

That's all?

"No...it's impossible..."

Zhao Pojun collapsed to the ground in a disheveled state, covered in blood, his face ashen white.

He watched as Xiao Qiu burned the Tengjiao Sea-Turning Dragon to ashes with a single burst of golden flame.

That fear was etched into their very bones.

run!

Must run!

Zhao Pojun had only one thought left in his mind.

He struggled to his feet, staggered back a few steps, and then turned and ran.

The dignified Marquis of Zhennan, a peak seventh-rank expert, now looked like a stray dog.

My boots sank into the gravel, and I nearly fell several times, but I didn’t even dare to turn my head.

Wang Long watched his hasty retreating figure, a cold glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Trying to run away?"

He flashed and stepped onto the sword ladder, slowly descending from the sky.

Holding the Heavenly Gang Sword in my hand, its blade flowed with nine-colored patterns, emitting a faint golden light in the twilight.

The sword tip dragged on the ground, carving a shallow groove, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wang Long followed Zhao Pojun at a leisurely pace.

"Little Fairy".

"exist!"

The little fairy floated up from his shoulder and hovered in mid-air. With a wave of her small hand, nine miniature versions of the Heavenly Gang Swords swirled around her, their sword light flashing and their killing intent chilling.

"Little Chirp".

"Chirp!"

Little Chick stood up from his left shoulder, shook its downy fur, and a glint of gold flashed in its black grape-like eyes.

Pale golden flames began to swirl around him.

Although the flame was small, the temperature was frighteningly high, and the air itself was distorted by the heat.

As Zhao Pojun ran, he became increasingly panicked. He tripped over a piece of gravel, fell forward, and crashed heavily to the ground.

His face was pressed against the ground, leaving a bloody scratch; he looked extremely disheveled.

He struggled to get up, but found his legs were weak and he couldn't muster any strength.

Wang Long walked up to him and slowly stopped.

The Heavenly Gang Sword was raised, its tip pressed against Zhao Pojun's throat.

The cold blade touched his skin, and Zhao Pojun stiffened, his throat bobbing.

"Wang...Wang Long..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with deep fear and resentment.

"You...you cannot kill me...I am the Marquis of Zhennan...an official appointed by the imperial court...killing me is treason..."

Wang Long looked down at him and thought this guy was out of his mind.

It was clearly Zhao Pojun who rebelled, but he seems to have been terrified and has started talking nonsense.

"You...you can't..."

His voice grew softer and softer, and trembled more and more.

"I am a peak seventh-rank official... you are merely a fifth-rank stable boy... what right do you have...?"

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Without hesitation, Wang Long swung his sword and thrust it towards Zhao Pojun's chest!

Zhao Pojun's hand quietly reached towards his waist.

There was a dagger hidden there, coated with a deadly poison that would kill instantly upon contact with blood.

If you manage to stab Wang Long, even if it's just a tiny scratch, that old bastard will die.

Even if I die, I'll drag Wang Long down with me!

The moment the blade was drawn, Zhao Pojun suddenly sprang into action!

"Go to hell!"

The dagger was thrust straight at Wang Long's heart!

This thrust used up all his last strength and was as fast as lightning!

Xiao Xian'er acted instantly.

With a flick of her jade-like hand, a small, silver-white sword shot out from her fingertip, so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"puff!"

The small sword pierced Zhao Pojun's wrist, and blood splattered everywhere!

"ah!!!"

Zhao Pojun let out a piercing scream, and the dagger flew out of his hand, landing on the ground with a clatter.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his wrist, his whole body trembling.

Before he could react, Xiao Qiu moved too.

It flapped its wings, and four feathers burst forth with flames.

The feathers shot precisely at Zhao Pojun's limbs, instantly burning charred holes in each of them.

"ah……!!!"

Zhao Pojun's screams echoed through the night sky.

His tendons in his limbs were burned off by the flames, and he collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud, instantly becoming a cripple.

"You...you all..."

Zhao Pojun lay on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with despair.

The fairy floated in front of him, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised.

"Trying to ambush my master? Hmph, don't you even know who I am?"

Xiao Qiu jumped off Wang Long's shoulder and landed on Zhao Pojun's chest, tilting its head to look at him.

It stretched out its little paw and stepped on his chest, then opened its mouth, revealing a throat full of golden flames.

Zhao Pojun was terrified.

"No...don't...don't kill me..."

His voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs.

"I...I was wrong...I surrender...I'll give you everything...gold and silver...cultivation resources...all of it...just spare my life..."

Xiao Qiu tilted her head and glanced at him, then turned to look at Wang Long.

Wang Long shook his head.

Little Chick withdrew the flame from its mouth, jumped off Zhao Pojun's chest, and flapped its wings back to Wang Long's shoulder.

Zhao Pojun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Wang Long had changed his mind.

"Wang...Wang Long...I promise...from this day forward I will never be an enemy of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion again..."

Wang Long looked down at him and let out a cold laugh.

"Zhao Pojun, I've already said it."

He raised the Heavenly Gang Sword, its tip aimed at Zhao Pojun's neck.

"Your death is near."

"No!!"

Zhao Pojun stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him at all.

A flash of sword light.

The Heavenly Gang Sword traced a silver-white arc.

Zhao Pojun's head rolled off his neck, bounced twice on the ground, and came to rest in the pile of rubble.

His eyes were still wide open, his mouth was slightly agape, and his face was frozen with the fear and resentment of dying.