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The flying sword, imbued with literary energy, shot out through the air, leaving behind afterimages of golden sword light at an astonishing speed.

The big man was running in the lead when he heard the whooshing sound behind him and turned around abruptly.

The cyan sword light rapidly magnified in his pupils, growing brighter and closer.

"No!!!"

He let out a desperate roar, his voice so sharp it was almost distorted.

puff!

The flying sword pierced through the back of his neck and exited through his throat, raising a cloud of blood mist.

The big man's body stiffened abruptly, and the momentum of running carried him forward a few more steps before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It rolled twice on the ground and then stopped moving.

Blood gushed from the wound on his neck, staining the surrounding soil a dark red.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, and his face was frozen with the fear and resentment of dying.

The big man wanted to curse Wang Long for breaking his promise.

But in this world, the strong rule!

The big man's companions also failed to escape.

The flying sword of literary energy precisely pierced through each person's vital points, from behind, from the back of the neck, and from the back of the heart.

puff!puff!puff!

Blood gushed out, and screams of agony rose and fell.

One by one they fell and died!

The last one ran the furthest and had already reached the edge of the valley, about to turn into a ravine.

A flying sword imbued with literary energy caught up with him, pierced through his back, and embedded itself in the rock wall.

His body twitched a few times while hanging on the sword, then fell still.

Blood flowed down the rock face, leaving shocking marks on the bluish-gray stone surface.

The valley fell into a deathly silence.

Those contestants lying on the ground held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Their faces were deathly pale, they were trembling, and their eyes were filled with terror.

Is this the power of a Grandmaster?

Horror!

Those who weren't greedy were glad they hadn't gone looking for trouble with Wang Long.

Wang Long withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping over the corpses, his expression calm.

These people should never have had such evil intentions towards Xu Wanyun.

Wang Long wouldn't indiscriminately kill innocent people, but he wasn't exactly a saint either.

If you want to make a move against him or those around him, you should be prepared to be killed.

This is the rule of the struggle for supremacy among dynasties.

That's the rule of this world.

Xu Wanyun stood beside him, looking at the corpses lying in pools of blood, her cold eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

She is not the kind of woman who is soft-hearted.

She heard their foul language clearly.

It's not a pity to die!

Little Chirp peeked out of Wang Long's arms, perched on his shoulder, and glanced at the corpses with its head tilted. It let out a disdainful "Chirp" before burrowing back inside.

This kind of trash isn't even worthy of being used to fill a tooth gap.

The little fairy floated out of Wang Long's body and landed on his shoulder, her hands on her hips, her chin slightly raised, looking disgusted.

"You think you can cause trouble for my master with such meager skills? You must be tired of living."

Wang Long reached out and gently patted Xiao Xian'er's head, without saying a word.

He lowered his head and looked at the faint mark on the back of his hand.

It was a palace-shaped mark, entirely black, with fine patterns engraved on its surface, emitting a faint, eerie glow.

It was transformed from a celestial palace.

After the Azure Emperor gifted him the Celestial Palace, the entire palace transformed into this mark and disappeared into the back of his hand.

With a thought, the mark on the back of Wang Long's hand became slightly warm.

He could clearly sense that the Celestial Palace was hidden within this mark, connected to him by blood and mind.

With just a thought, he can enter the Celestial Palace and also leave it.

It's so convenient.

"Uncle Long..."

Xu Wanyun looked at the mark on Wang Long's hand and said happily.

"With this celestial palace, your cultivation speed will be ten times faster than it is now."

Wang Long nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Ten times...that's definitely a significant boost."

But his smile quickly faded, and his gaze became serious.

"However, I have always kept in mind what Senior Qingdi said."

Xu Wanyun looked at him without saying a word.

Wang Long raised his head, looking at the gray sky in the distance, his voice low.

"If what Senior Azure Emperor said is true, those seals won't last more than a hundred years. If all the races were to descend again..."

He paused, then took a deep breath.

"We only have a few decades left to cultivate."

Decades, neither long nor short, is a lifetime for ordinary people.

But for us cultivators, it's just a blink of an eye.

He turned his head and looked at Xu Wanyun with a firm gaze.

"Only by becoming strong can one survive."

"Not only for myself, but also for the people around me."

"For those we care about."

Xu Wanyun fell silent.

She nodded slightly, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.

"Uncle Long is right."

"In just a few decades, even if one cultivates day and night without stopping, being able to break through to the Saint Realm would already be an immense stroke of luck."

"If all races were to descend, the Saint Realm... in the face of those true powerhouses, would probably not even be considered cannon fodder."

Her voice was soft, tinged with helplessness, but without fear.

"But it's okay."

She looked up at Wang Long, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness and determination.

"Even if I die, I want to die with Uncle Long."

Looking at her, Wang Long felt a warmth in his heart and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Silly girl, what are you talking about, life and death?"

"None of us will die."

"I promised you I would make sure you live a good life!"

"Whoever wants us dead, I'll let him die first."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

Xu Wanyun leaned against him, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said nothing more.

Little Fairy stood on Wang Long's shoulder, looking at the two of them, her little face full of embarrassment.

She covered her eyes, turned around, her legs swinging in the air as she mumbled something.

"Oh dear, Master is being so affectionate again. Little Fairy is still a child, I can't watch, I can't watch..."

Wang Long was both amused and exasperated. He released Xu Wanyun and gently flicked Xiao Xian'er's head.

"You talk too much."

Little Fairy covered her head, pouted, and looked aggrieved.

"Is Little Fairy telling the truth...?"

Wang Long held Xu Wanyun in his arms, his thoughts drifting away.

Xu Wanyun is right; many people cultivate their whole lives and still don't reach the level of a Grandmaster.

The Holy Land is already an unattainable existence.

The Great Emperor Realm? I wouldn't even dare to dream of it!

However, Wang Long was confident because he had the system's help!

And then there's the Time Chamber in Asgard, which holds hundreds of years of time!

Centuries!

It's not impossible to break through to the Great Emperor realm!

Wang Long's thoughts returned.

He looked up at the sky, then looked down at the jade pendant on his wrist.

There are seven days left until the end of the Warring States period.

Wang Long opened his storage ring, probed it with his divine sense, and took stock of the Heavenly Stones he had collected over this period.

A whopping nine million!

It was densely packed, filling most of the storage ring.

Wang Long took a deep breath, withdrew his divine sense, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

In previous years, the winner of the Wanchao Competition only brought out a few thousand pieces of Tianque Stone.

First place is secured!