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

Wang Long's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange power.

That power was formless and intangible, yet it was as substantial as a substance. It was exhaled from Wang Long's mouth and, with the enhancement of the literary energy, transformed into an invisible ripple that spread outwards.

The man's body stiffened abruptly.

He felt his knees bend uncontrollably.

boom!

He knelt down with a thud.

The stick flew out of his hand and landed a short distance away, kicking up a pile of fallen leaves.

An eerie sound wave emanated towards Wang Longyan, and a righteous aura instantly enveloped his entire body.

Shatter those mesmerizing sound waves!

The woman's face turned pale, and her legs went weak. She uncontrollably knelt down before Wang Long.

The two knelt on the ground, staring at each other in disbelief.

"What...what's going on?!"

Wang Long was delighted. This "words become law" technique was indeed effective. Against enemies of the same level, it could completely catch them off guard.

The man's voice trembled as he slowly stood up.

The woman slowly raised her head and looked at Wang Long, her eyes filled with terror.

The two of them exclaimed in surprise at the same time!

"You...you're a Confucian scholar?!"

Words become law!

This is the method of Confucian scholars!

The man's expression changed as well; Confucian cultivators were far more difficult to provoke than ordinary martial artists.

If other Confucian scholars found out, they would be in trouble.

The man reached for the long stick that had fallen to the side, but just as his fingers touched the stick, Wang Long's voice rang out again.

"Get down!"

The two of them suddenly dropped to the ground, their faces pressed against the earth, covered in mud, looking utterly disheveled.

"Words become law, damn it, what bad luck!"

The man's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, filled with anger and fear.

The woman's face turned pale, and she was already considering leaving.

Confucian scholars are extremely difficult to deal with.

In a battle between people of the same level, a martial artist has less than a 60% chance of winning against a Confucian cultivator.

The two of them were no match for Wang Long.

"Shut up! We have to shut him up! Show him what you've got!"

The man roared, and the spiritual energy within his body surged wildly!

A surge of violent spiritual energy erupted from his body, scattering fallen leaves and soil around him, and causing fine cracks to appear on the ground.

He broke free from Wang Long's control over his words and sprang to his feet.

"Earth-Splitting Staff Technique, Third Form—Earth Shattering and Mountain Collapse!"

The man gripped the stick with both hands and slammed it hard against the ground!

boom!

The ground cracked open, and a fissure several feet wide spread from the tip of the staff toward Wang Long's feet. Violent spiritual energy surged from the fissure, like an invisible giant hammer, and slammed toward Wang Long's chest!

At the same time, the woman also moved.

She bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the bell on her wrist.

The bell instantly lit up with a blood-red light and emitted a rapid, sharp sound.

The sound was no longer crisp and melodious, but rather like the shriek of a vengeful ghost, piercing the eardrums and captivating the soul.

"Soul-Capturing Bell, Third Form - Soul-Stealing!"

The crimson sound waves transformed into countless fine, hair-like crimson threads, surging towards Wang Long in an overwhelming manner.

Wherever the silk thread passed, the air distorted, the ground corroded, and a hissing sound was heard.

Those blood-red threads tried to burrow into Wang Long's seven orifices, invade his sea of ​​consciousness, and disturb his soul.

Wang Long remained calm as he placed his hand on the hilt of the Tiangang Sword and slowly drew it out.

The moment the sword was drawn, a golden light surged from its blade, and nine-colored patterns flowed across its surface, radiating the terrifying pressure unique to a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Weapon.

"The Nine Heavenly Swords - Slay Evil!"

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Long unleashed nine sharp sword energies from the tip of his sword, transforming them into a massive golden light sword that met the man's earth-shattering, mountain-collapsing attack!

boom!

The golden lightsaber collided head-on with the earth-shattering, mountain-colliding explosion, producing a deafening roar!

The spiritual energy scattered and flew everywhere, cutting down trees within several feet in half, with branches and leaves flying all over the sky!

The man's long staff was like paper in front of the golden lightsaber; fine cracks appeared on the staff, which quickly spread and covered the entire staff in the blink of an eye.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The high-grade earth-level spiritual weapon, the long staff, shattered completely at this moment, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions!

The man's hand was shattered, and blood dripped from his palm.

He looked down at the half-broken stick handle in his hand, his face ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible... My Earth-Splitting Cudgel... This is a high-grade Earth-rank spiritual weapon... How is this possible..."

Wang Long gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The golden lightsaber continued its momentum, slicing through the long staff in one strike before continuing its descent towards the man!

"No!!!"

The man let out a desperate roar and retreated rapidly, pulling out a palm-sized Earth-rank shield from his robes and frantically pouring spiritual power into it.

The shield instantly grew larger, transforming into a giant shield over ten feet tall, which blocked his way.

But the power of the golden lightsaber far exceeded his expectations.

boom!

The shield split in the middle, cleaved in two by a single sword strike.

As the sword flashed, the man felt a chill run through his limbs.

The next moment, he saw his left arm fly off, then his right arm, then his left leg, and then his right leg.

Blood gushed from the cut, staining the ground crimson.

"ah!!!"

The man let out a piercing scream, his body crashing to the ground like a human stick, rolling around as blood gushed out.

His face was ashen, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape, but he could only utter muffled roars.

Suddenly, Xiao Xian'er appeared and landed steadily on Wang Long's shoulder, looking down at the two disheveled people.

"With this little strength, you dare to attack my master? You're courting death!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried an imposing aura completely disproportionate to her size.

The woman looked up at the tiny figure floating on Wang Long's shoulder, her pupils suddenly contracting to their maximum size.

"A...a spirit within a weapon?!"

Her voice was so shrill it was almost distorted.

How is that possible?

The man lay on the ground, almost unconscious, but upon hearing the words "spirit of the artifact," he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief and deep despair.

"Heavens...Heavenly-grade spiritual artifact..."

His voice was so faint it was almost inaudible; his lips moved as if he were muttering to himself, or perhaps confirming the fact that was shattering him.

If he had known earlier that Wang Long possessed a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Artifact, he wouldn't have dared to try and steal it even if he had a hundred lives.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

The woman was terrified when she saw this.

She bit her tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the bell on her wrist, urging the Soul-Capturing Bell to unleash its full power.

Women have no choice but to fight desperately for a chance to survive!

The bell trembled violently, emitting an extremely sharp sound, and countless blood-red threads surged towards Wang Long.

The threads were even thicker and denser than before, almost completely enveloping Wang Long.

A sharp cry came from Wang Long's arms.

The sound was clear and resonant, piercing through the clouds and causing the surrounding trees to tremble and their leaves to fall like raindrops.

Little Chick peeked out of Wang Long's arms, opened its beak, and let out a chirp in the direction of the woman.

The sound waves, as if they were tangible, surged from its mouth, transforming into a golden ripple that spread outwards.

The woman's crimson threads melted instantly before the golden ripples.

"Is that even possible?!"

The woman was utterly desperate...