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

A fear that reached the depths of his soul overwhelmed Kui Bai like a tidal wave.

He was afraid.

I'm really scared.

This woman is too strong, so strong that he can't even muster the thought of resisting.

There is absolutely no chance of winning.

It's rather ridiculous that the once majestic hunter has become the prey.

Kui Bai thought he would be the first among these contestants to advance to the Grandmaster level.

Now it seems I was just being narrow-minded.

Kui Bai suddenly turned around and flew away into the distance without looking back.

The position of elder is good, but my life is the most important thing.

He has already become a grandmaster; he cannot be allowed to perish here!

"Run!!!"

He let out a heart-wrenching scream, his voice distorted and filled with deep fear.

Upon seeing this, the dozen or so disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect also turned and ran.

Some flew using magical artifacts, some used movement techniques, and some even burned their life essence to escape in all directions.

Like a flock of startled birds, they scattered and fled.

Xu Wanyun watched the fleeing figures but did not give chase.

She simply turned her head and looked at Wang Long.

We await Wang Long's judgment.

As Wang Long watched the Puppet Spirit Sect members scatter and flee, a flash of golden light appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

next moment.

A suffocating aura erupted from his body!

That aura was pure and vast, like the first wisp of righteous energy at the beginning of the world, carrying the great power to suppress all evil spirits!

It's like an ancient behemoth awakening from its slumber, brimming with an overwhelming ferocity!

Golden literary energy and silvery-white spiritual power intertwined, forming a huge pillar of light that shot into the sky from Wang Long's body!

The beam of light exploded in the sky, turning into ripples that spread across the heavens and earth!

The entire mountain range trembled violently, and the ground was thrown into the air by the oppressive force.

The trees were bent low by the weight of the trees, and cracks spread across the mountainside like a spider web!

The oppressive aura of a Grandmaster at the peak!

Release it without reservation!

Kui Bai was running away desperately, at an extreme speed.

But the overwhelming pressure surged forth, like an invisible mountain descending from the sky and pressing down on him.

"puff!!!"

Kui Bai felt as if his body was being crushed by a mountain, and his body suddenly sank, falling directly from mid-air.

He desperately tried to circulate his spiritual energy to stabilize himself, but the pressure was too strong, so strong that he couldn't resist it at all.

boom!

He crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large crater, scattering dirt and dust everywhere.

Several more ribs broke, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

His face was ashen, his lips were bloodless, and he lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move.

Kui Bai felt like all the bones in his body were broken, and he didn't even have the strength to run.

Those disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect fared even worse.

Some fell off the flying magical artifacts, some fell from mid-air, and some were knocked unconscious by the oppressive force.

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, they fell from the sky and crashed to the ground, their screams echoing everywhere.

Kui Bai lay on the ground, trembling all over.

He struggled to lift his head and look at the gray figure on the ridge.

Wang Long stood on the mountain ridge, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He was enveloped in a faint golden light, and his cloudy old eyes were now gleaming with a captivating light.

Kui Bai's pupils contracted to their maximum size, his face filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and trembling, broken and intermittent.

It was as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was confirming the fact that had broken him down.

"Grandmaster...Peak..."

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

"He was only at the mid-stage of the ninth rank when he came in... How could this be...?"

His voice grew softer and softer until it finally became a desperate murmur.

"I didn't come here to kill... I came here to die..."

"I'm here to die..."

Kui Bai lay on the ground, covered in blood, his face pale, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

That arrogant and overbearing demeanor has vanished completely, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

The dozen or so disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect were also lying on the ground, trembling all over, their faces ashen.

Some people were so scared they wet their pants, some burst into tears, some kept kowtowing, and some couldn't even speak.

"Peak of Grandmaster..."

"My God... what did I do... I actually attacked a Grandmaster at the peak..."

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

"My lord, spare us! My lord, spare us! We were just following orders, it wasn't our intention!"

Cries for mercy, sobs, and kowtows mingled together, rising and falling in waves.

They knelt on the ground, their foreheads hitting the gravel until they were bloody and mangled, but they dared not stop.

Some people even fainted, it's unclear whether they were genuinely terrified or just pretending to be dead.

Wang Long stood on the mountain ridge, looking down at the Puppet Spirit Sect members who were kneeling and begging for mercy. His expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Xu Wanyun stood beside him, dressed in white as snow, aloof and ethereal, her eyes devoid of any pity.

Little Chick crawled out of Wang Long's arms, perched on his shoulder, tilted its head, and looked at the people kneeling and begging for mercy with disdain in its dark, grape-like eyes.

"Chirp~"

It barked, as if to say: Is that all? You dare to cause trouble for my master?

Wang Long slowly walked towards Kui Bai.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, each step steady, as if he were measuring the heavens and the earth.

The boots crunched and groaned as they stepped on the gravel.

The sound, to Kui Bai's ears, was like the footsteps of death, growing closer and clearer.

Kui Bai's body trembled even more violently.

He lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift his head, only kowtowing repeatedly.

"My lord, have mercy on me...my lord, have mercy on me..."

His voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs.

"I was blind and looked down on you, and I offended you, sir..."

"Please, Your Honor, have mercy and spare my life..."

"I'm willing to be your slave, I'll do anything for you..."

Wang Long stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

"Spare you?"

His voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Your Puppet Spirit Sect has repeatedly caused me trouble."

"They set up a trap in the valley, offered a bounty outside, and still wouldn't stop once they entered the secret realm."

"Knowing you're no match, you kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!"

Kui Bai's body stiffened abruptly, his forehead pressed against the ground, and he dared not move.

His lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Because every word Wang Long said was true.

Kui Bai closed his eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks.

He knew that he wouldn't survive today.

However, Kui Bailian did not even have the courage to commit suicide or perish together with Wang Long.

His heart died.

Wang Long didn't look at Kui Bai again.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the trembling Puppet Spirit Sect disciples kneeling on the ground, his voice indifferent.

"The Puppet Spirit Sect has tried to kill me time and time again."

"Today, I will collect some interest."

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and the literary energy within his body surged wildly.

A surge of righteous energy coursed through his dantian, like a burning flame, intense and pure.

Wang Long spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying a strange power.

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

"cut.!