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

Kui Bai stared intently at Wang Long, his jaw clenched, the muscles in his cheeks bulging.

He felt increasingly panicked. Why was Xu Wanyun even stronger than him?

Wang Long stood on the ridge, hands behind his back, his face calm.

His cloudy old eyes gazed at the distant mountains, as if admiring the scenery.

They completely disregarded these disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect.

In Kui Bai's eyes, this was clearly blatant contempt.

"Stop pretending!"

Kui Bai squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and angry, filled with barely suppressed shame and rage.

He felt like a clown.

They came with a large group of more than a dozen people, only to be severely injured by a woman who just opened her mouth.

And the target he wanted to kill.

She didn't even raise her hand, nor did she glance at him.

Kui Bai's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripping from between his fingers.

He was trembling with rage!

"I will definitely kill you! The position of Elder of the Puppet Spirit Sect will surely belong to me, Kui Bai!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his chest, and a ferocious look, almost crazed, appeared on his face.

The other disciples shrank back, their previous fighting spirit completely gone.

They were all as cowardly as quails.

"There are so many of us, and we even have puppets! What are you afraid of?"

Kui Bai suddenly straightened up. Although he was covered in blood and had countless broken ribs, a fierce light rekindled in his eyes.

"Stop staring! Attack!"

His voice, like the roar of a trapped beast, echoed through the valley.

"No matter how strong she is, she's only one person! If we all attack together, we can wear her down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kui Bai bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood into the void.

Blood exploded in the air, transforming into a massive crimson magic circle. Black mist surged within the circle, and figures emerged from it.

One, two, three...

A total of twelve puppets appeared in front of Kui Bai.

The puppets were humanoid and beast-like, all black, covered with twisted runes, and exuding a cold, decaying aura.

Each puppet exudes the aura of a ninth-rank martial artist.

This was Kui Bai's trump card, all the wealth he had painstakingly accumulated over the years.

He didn't want to be exposed so early, but now he couldn't care less.

Seeing this, the other dozen or so disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect dared not be negligent any longer.

They all bit their fingertips, and their blood traced out magic circles of varying sizes in the air.

One by one, puppets emerged from the magic circle.

There were dozens of them, densely packed together, completely surrounding the mountain ridge.

The puppets' eyes glowed with an eerie green light, like will-o'-the-wisps, as they stared intently at Xu Wanyun on the mountain ridge.

"Charge! All of you, charge!"

At Kui Bai's command, dozens of puppets moved simultaneously.

They were incredibly fast, leaving trails of black afterimages in the air as they pounced on Xu Wanyun from all directions.

Some charged from the front, some flanked from the side, some attacked from behind, and some descended from the sky.

It was everywhere, densely packed.

Kui Bai stood behind the group of puppets, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"So what if you're strong? Two fists can't fight four hands! With so many puppets, you'll be exhausted to death!"

The other disciples also breathed a sigh of relief, and smiles returned to their faces.

They didn't believe that a Confucian cultivator at the early stage of a Grandmaster level could escape unscathed from an attack by so many puppets.

Xu Wanyun stood on the mountain ridge, dressed in white as snow, her black hair swaying gently in the wind.

She looked at the puppets surging in from all directions, her cold eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

The puppets were getting closer and closer.

Ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang...

The putrid stench emanating from the puppet was overwhelming, and its chilling aura sent shivers down one's spine.

Xu Wanyun raised her hand.

Her slender fingers made a light stroke 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."

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

The character "破" (break) suddenly lit up, its golden light shining brightly, like a golden sun, and blasted towards the group of puppets directly in front of it!

boom!!!

Golden light exploded, transforming into concentric golden ripples that spread outwards.

The puppets directly in front were struck by the golden ripples, their bodies stiffening abruptly. The runes engraved on their bodies flickered violently, emitting a humming sound as if they were about to collapse under the strain.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of the runes shattering was crisp and dense.

The puppets' bodies cracked like porcelain, with cracks spreading from their chests outwards and covering their entire bodies in the blink of an eye.

Then, it shattered with a deafening roar.

It turned into a pile of black fragments, scattered all over the ground.

Kui Bai's pupils suddenly contracted.

He gritted his teeth and roared.

"Keep going! Don't stop! She's all alone!"

Now, regardless of winning or losing, Kui Bai has no choice.

We can only fight with all our might to gain a sliver of hope to survive.

Accompanied by his hysterical screams.

More puppets rushed forward.

Xu Wanyun's expression remained unchanged as she continued to move her fingers in the air.

She slowly uttered the word "斩" (cut/slay).

The character "斩" (zhǎn) took shape in the air, with sharp and powerful strokes.

Its sharp edge is fully revealed, like an invisible sword.

She simply waved her hand gently.

The character "斩" (zhǎn, meaning "to slash") transformed into a golden sword light, sweeping across the air.

Wherever the sword light passed, the puppets fell like wheat being harvested.

One, two, three...

Ten, twenty, thirty...

Those puppets were like paper before the golden sword light, utterly vulnerable.

The sound of runes shattering echoed throughout the room, and fragments of the shattered puppets scattered in the air.

Kui Bai's expression changed completely.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

His voice was trembling, and his legs were shaking.

He watched as the puppets he had painstakingly accumulated over the years were destroyed one by one.

He couldn't even last one round against Xu Wanyun.

Another word, "annihilate," fell, shattering everything even more completely.

Three breaths.

Just three breaths!

Dozens of puppets were all reduced to fragments scattered on the ground.

They lay scattered haphazardly on the ridge, and then there was no more movement.

The disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect were all pale-faced, their legs were weak, and some of them collapsed to the ground.

"How...how is this possible..."

"Those are twelve rank-nine puppets..."

"My life's work... just like that... just gone?"

Their voices were filled with fear and despair.

Xu Wanyun stood steadily on the ridge, her clothes not even ruffled.

She withdrew her hand, raised her cool eyes, and glanced indifferently at Kui Bai.

When Kui Bai met those eyes, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, as if he had fallen into an ice cave!