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

puff!

The short sword pierced the young man's chest and emerged from the other side.

Fresh blood gushed out.

"you?!"

The young man stared wide-eyed at the short sword piercing his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could only let out a muffled roar.

With a flick of her wrist, the woman sent the short sword swirling inside his body.

The young man's body stiffened abruptly, the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The other man's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively stepped back, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"You're asking for it!"

He hadn't even had a chance to make a move yet.

My foot stepped on something, and my body suddenly stiffened.

Looking down, he saw that several thin, hair-like black threads had emerged from the ground and wrapped around his feet.

The threads spread up his legs and, in the blink of an eye, wrapped around his entire body.

He felt his spiritual energy being devoured by the threads, his limbs growing weaker and his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

"This is... a technique from the Puppet Spirit Sect?!"

The black threads tightened suddenly.

The man's body convulsed violently a few times before being dismembered into pieces, a gruesome and tragic sight.

After doing all that, the woman stood there blankly to the side.

Wang Long saw it clearly: this woman was actually a puppet being controlled!

At that moment, a figure emerged from the dense forest.

He was a young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a delicate face, fair skin, bright red lips, and a pair of narrow eyes that gleamed with a cold light.

A jade pendant hung from his waist, on which was engraved a twisted character "傀" (puppet).

He put the two bodies into his storage ring, then picked up their storage bags and weighed them in his hand.

"Tsk tsk, quite wealthy. This prince is about to have two more impressive collectibles."

The effeminate man stood up, a smug smile on his lips.

"This kind of trap is really effective; these lowly people are so easy to fool."

He has successfully killed more than a dozen people using this fishing method.

Wang Long sneered; he and the Puppet Spirit Sect were now sworn enemies.

Now that he has encountered this situation, we cannot let him leave alive.

Wang Long gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword, and the next moment a sharp sword aura descended from the sky, aiming straight for the effeminate man's head!

Before the sword energy even arrived, its chilling sharpness had already cleaved the ground beneath the effeminate man's feet into several deep trenches, sending dirt flying everywhere.

The effeminate man's pupils constricted sharply, and he abruptly took a step back.

At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, dozens of black threads shot out from his sleeve, weaving a dense net in front of him to block the sword energy.

laugh!

The black threads collided with the sword energy.

The silk thread trembled violently, yet it barely managed to block the sword.

The effeminate man stumbled back several steps, nearly falling to the ground.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze turning sinister as he looked in the direction from which the sword energy was coming.

A gray figure slowly drifted down from the treetop.

Wang Long landed on the ground, his expression calm. The Heavenly Gang Sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the nine-colored patterns on the sword shimmered with a faint light.

"Where did this old codger come from, daring to ambush this prince? Are you tired of living?"

The effeminate man's voice was high-pitched and tinged with annoyance.

His gaze fell on Wang Long, and he looked him up and down before suddenly pausing in surprise.

The man was taken aback when he saw Wang Long's face clearly, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Is it you?"

He looked Wang Long up and down, a sinister smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"Wang Long, it's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"

"As long as I kill you, the position of elder of the Puppet Spirit Sect will be mine for the taking!"

Wang Long stopped and looked at him calmly.

He never expected to be so valuable. The Puppet Spirit Sect is really generous!

They say villains die from talking too much, so Wang Long didn't bother arguing with this guy.

He raised his hand, and the Heavenly Gang Sword flew out of his storage ring, hovering beside him.

Nine-colored patterns flowed across the sword, radiating the terrifying pressure unique to a Heaven-rank spiritual weapon.

"die!"

The man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively took two steps back.

"A Celestial-Rank Spiritual Weapon?!"

The effeminate man did not retreat further; he also possessed a Heaven-Rank Protective Artifact bestowed upon him by the Puppet Spirit Sect.

What's there to be afraid of!

With a flick of his wrist, dozens of black threads flew out from his sleeve, like a dense spider web, enveloping Wang Long.

Those threads were as thin as hair, yet incredibly sharp, whistling as they cut through the air.

The silk threads were coated with a ghostly green light, a unique secret technique of the Puppet Spirit Sect. Just a trace of it could erode the opponent's spiritual power and disrupt their meridians.

"Puppet Spirit Seventy-Two Styles - Heavenly Net!"

The effeminate man's voice was cold and smug.

He had practiced this move for ten years and had never failed.

There are at least eight or ten ninth-rank martial artists who died from the silk threads.

"The Nine Heavenly Swords - Slay Evil!"

Wang Long shouted.

With a flick of his wrist, nine sharp sword energies shot out from the tip of the sword, transforming into a huge golden light sword.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the black threads melted instantly, like spider silk encountering a raging fire.

The effeminate man's expression changed.

He sensed that the puppet spirit energy attached to the silk threads was being devoured by that golden power.

"What kind of sword energy is that?!"

He had no time to think, because the golden lightsaber was already slashing at him.

The man bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the silk thread.

The previously dissolved threads re-coalesced, becoming denser and thicker than before, weaving a black shield in front of him.

boom!

The golden lightsaber struck the shield with a deafening roar.

The shield trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared.

The man's hand was shattered, blood dripped from his fingertips, and he was jolted back three steps.

"How can you be so strong?!"

His voice was sharp and filled with disbelief.

But the power of that sword strike just now was enough to instantly kill an ordinary ninth-rank martial artist.

Wang Long was surrounded by an aura of refinement, and spoke softly.

"Mute!"

The effeminate man's body stiffened abruptly.

He felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

I was horrified.

"This is... a matter of words becoming law?!"

The effeminate man's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, his face filled with disbelief.

Confucian scholar!

This old man is still a Confucian scholar!

How can we fight like this?

Wang Long gave him no chance to catch his breath.

With his right hand, he unleashed the Heavenly Gang Sword once more, while with his left hand, he condensed his spiritual energy into dozens of golden swords, which rained down on the man.

Cultivating both Confucianism and martial arts!

At the same time, two completely different attack methods!

The man's face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He had never encountered such an opponent before.

Spiritual power and literary energy, one hard and one soft, one yang and one yin, complement and enhance each other, their power far exceeding that of a single attack method.

He exerted all his strength, activating the Puppet Spirit True Qi within his body, releasing all the black threads on his body to weave layer upon layer of defense in front of him.

At the same time, the Heavenly Rank protective artifact he wore trembled violently, forming a thick protective shield.

"You can't kill this prince, ha ha!"

The next moment, the effeminate man's laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by terror.

"No... how is this possible?!"