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

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun exchanged a glance, then leaped out of the cave.

The sunlight was blinding. The two landed on the ridge outside the cave, a gentle breeze caressing their faces and causing their robes to flutter.

Just then, a dozen figures were flying rapidly toward them from a distance.

It was the people from the Puppet Spirit Sect.

Kui Bai strode through the void, his imposing presence and imposing manner were truly awe-inspiring.

A dozen or so disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect followed closely behind, some flying on magical artifacts, others using their movement techniques.

Kui Bai spotted two figures on the mountain ridge from afar.

His gaze fell on Wang Long, and he was taken aback at first. Then, a slow grin spread across his face, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Hahaha!"

Kui Bai burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the valley, filled with barely suppressed pride and excitement.

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

"We're really lucky to have found Wang Long so soon after we arrived!"

The dozen or so disciples behind him also laughed and chimed in with their own opinions.

"This isn't luck, it's destiny! Even the heavens are decreing that Senior Brother Kui Bai will perform this great feat!"

"If we kill Wang Long, Senior Brother Kui Bai will become an elder of the Kui Ling Sect! Don't forget about us then!"

Compliments rose and fell, and everyone's face was plastered with ingratiating smiles.

Kui Bai looked down at Wang Long from his high vantage point, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

His gaze shifted from Wang Long to Xu Wanyun, scrutinizing her from head to toe, a hint of amazement and greed flashing in his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, this must be Xu Wanyun, the instructor from Wenxin Academy, right?"

Kui Bai licked his lips, a lewd smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"She's truly exceptional!"

His disciples behind him also looked at Xu Wanyun, their eyes filled with lewd light.

"Senior Brother Kui Bai, this young lady is truly beautiful!"

"That figure, that face, wow, she's simply a rare beauty!"

"Kill that old bastard, then we can have some fun with this little wench!"

"Yes! Let's play around with it first, then refine it into a puppet, to be our puppet furnace, hehehe..."

Foul language poured out of their mouths like excrement, completely disregarding Wang Long and his group.

In everyone's eyes, Wang Long was already a dead man!

Xu Wanyun's face was calm as still water, and her clear, cold eyes showed no ripples.

But Wang Long's expression darkened.

He slowly raised his head, and a flash of golden light appeared briefly in his cloudy old eyes.

Kui Bai felt that gaze and a chill ran through him for no reason, but he quickly straightened his chest.

He is now a Grandmaster-level expert and possesses a Heaven-rank spiritual weapon. What is there to be afraid of?

"Fellow disciples, watch closely."

Kui Bai took a deep breath, and the spiritual power within his body surged wildly. A Grandmaster-level pressure erupted from his body, crushing outwards.

"Today I will take this old bastard's head and establish the authority of the Puppet Spirit Sect!"

As he spoke, he moved swiftly, his entire body like a black lightning bolt, swooping down towards Wang Long.

The jet-black, celestial-grade longsword appeared in his hand, its twisted runes glowing with a cold light and emanating a sinister aura.

"Puppet Spirit Blade Technique, First Form - Soul Severing!"

With a roar, Kui Bai gripped his sword with both hands and slashed down fiercely at the top of the king's head!

The long sword sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

A jet-black blade of energy shot out from the tip of the blade, several meters long, carrying a chilling killing intent, like a black lightning bolt, aiming straight for Wang Long's head!

Kui Bai's eyes were filled with pride and excitement, as if he could already see the king's head flying up.

Just as the blade energy was less than three feet from the top of the king's head.

Xu Wanyun moved.

She raised her slender hand and gently traced her index finger in the air.

Each stroke is elegant and graceful, like writing a masterpiece on rice paper.

Golden spiritual energy surged from her fingertips, condensing into a giant "破" (break) character in the air.

The character was over ten feet square, with vigorous strokes, gleaming with golden light, and exuding a gentle and pure radiance unique to righteousness.

"go."

Xu Wanyun parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and cold, like an ice spring striking a stone.

The character "破" (break) suddenly lit up, shining brightly with golden light, like a golden sun, and hurtled towards Kui Bai!

boom!!!

The golden light collided with the black blade energy, producing a deafening roar.

That seemingly invincible black blade energy was like paper in front of the golden light, shattering instantly and turning into countless black fragments that scattered in all directions.

The golden "broken" character continued its momentum, like a golden mountain, crashing heavily into Kui Bai's chest!

"puff!"

Kui Bai felt as if an ancient beast had struck his chest; the sound of his ribs breaking was crisp and rapid, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth!

His body, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying backward by the force of the impact, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Bang!"

The ground was smashed into a large crater, with dirt flying everywhere and dust billowing in.

Kui Bai lay at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, his face as pale as paper, a large part of his chest caved in, looking extremely disheveled.

The Heavenly Rank longsword in his hand also flew out and stuck in the soil not far away. The runes on the blade flickered and emitted a humming sound as if it could not bear the weight.

quiet!

Deathly silence!

The dozen or so disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect stood in mid-air, their eyes wide and mouths agape, as if someone had grabbed their necks, unable to utter a single word.

Their faces were filled with disbelief.

Senior Brother Kui Bai, a Grandmaster-level expert, wields a Heaven-rank spiritual weapon and unleashes a full-force attack...

He was actually sent flying by a woman with just one word?

This……

How is this possible?!

"Puppet...Puppet Brother Bai?!"

One of the disciples was the first to come to his senses, his voice trembling.

"Are you...are you alright?"

Kui Bai did not answer.

He lay at the bottom of the pit, his bones feeling like they were falling apart, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain.

He gritted his teeth, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and struggled to climb out of the pit.

He was trembling all over and swaying, as if he might fall down again at any moment.

He looked up at the white figure on the ridge.

Xu Wanyun stood beside Wang Long, dressed in white as snow, with her black hair flowing like a waterfall, her face calm as still water.

His cold eyes remained completely calm, as if the attack just now was nothing more than a casual gesture.

Kui Bai's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice became shrill and distorted.

"Grandmaster?!"

"You're a Grandmaster too?!"

"How is this possible?!"

He remembered clearly that Elder Kui San had written everything down in the information he received before entering the secret realm.

Wang Long, mid-stage of the ninth rank.

Xu Wanyun, a half-step Grandmaster.

They're just two ants.

But now, this ant has actually become a grandmaster.

In the blink of an eye, he severely injured this grandmaster!

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

Kui Bai muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief.

"How could you possibly break through to the Grandmaster level in such a short time..."

"This doesn't make sense...this absolutely doesn't make sense..."

The dozen or so disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect were also dumbfounded, looking at each other with fear in their eyes.

"Grand...Grandmaster..."

"Xu Wanyun is also a Grandmaster..."

"What about Wang Long? What realm is Wang Long at?"

All eyes turned to Wang Long at the same time.

Wang Long stood on the mountain ridge, hands behind his back, his face calm, his cloudy old eyes showing no emotion.

He neither released any pressure nor activated any spiritual power; he simply stood there quietly, composed and reserved.

But the more this was the case, the more uncertain those dozen or so Puppet Spirit Sect disciples felt.