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

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun walked hand in hand, side by side.

Their pace was neither too fast nor too slow, as if they were taking a stroll.

When the other contestants in the valley saw the two, they all made way for them, lowering their heads and not daring to look any longer.

Although Wang Long's aura was restrained, the aura emanating from Xu Wanyun was genuine.

Are you kidding me? This is a Grandmaster at the peak!

Who dares to provoke them?

Many people are still alive today, but far too many have failed to advance to the Grandmaster realm.

However, many people have lost their fighting spirit and are content to just live.

Whether or not I can advance to the Grandmaster level is no longer important.

Just now.

A loud bang suddenly came from the sky.

Rumble!

The sound was like muffled thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, causing the mountains to tremble.

Wang Long stopped, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, the clouds began to churn violently, like boiling water.

A massive spatial rift slowly opened up in the clouds.

The crack grew larger and wider, like a giant eye looking down upon the entire land.

Purple light poured out from the crack, illuminating the entire world.

The exit from the secret realm has opened!

In the valley, all the contestants simultaneously looked up at the enormous spatial rift in the sky.

After a brief silence, a deafening cheer erupted.

"It's open! The exit is open!"

"I'm alive! I survived to the end!"

"Hahaha! I made it out alive!"

"Grandmaster! I've broken through to Grandmaster!"

Cheers, laughter, and cries mingled together, echoing through the valley.

Although many people survived this time due to the variable of Wang Long.

But the casualties were still devastating, with 70-80% of the troops lost.

"Go! Go now! Get out of this awful place!"

"I don't want to stay here another second!"

Some people took off first and flew towards the spatial rift in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, even more people took to the air.

One after another, figures shot into the sky like arrows, rushing towards the exit.

Densely packed, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Wang Long stood still, watching the figures rushing towards the exit, his expression calm.

"Uncle Long, aren't we leaving?"

Xu Wanyun looked at him and asked softly.

Wang Long shook his head.

"No rush, the scenery here is quite nice."

As he spoke, he took Xu Wanyun's hand.

Their pace was leisurely, as if they were taking a stroll.

There was absolutely no sense of urgency from the other contestants who had survived such a close call.

The two of them were completely on a picnic, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of being at home.

Xu Wanyun looked at him and couldn't help but smile.

Uncle Long is always like this.

No matter what, you can maintain your own rhythm.

Do not be influenced by external factors or swayed by others.

Beyond the secret realm.

Tianque City Square.

A massive spatial rift floated above the plaza.

The square was packed with people.

People from all the major factions are here, waiting for their disciples to return.

All eyes were fixed on the spatial rift.

Some people wore expressions of anticipation, some wore expressions of trepidation, and many more wore expressions of anxiety.

"The exit is open!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, pointing to the spatial rift in the sky.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats at the same time.

"They're out! Someone's coming out!"

A figure burst out from the spatial rift, landed on the ground, and staggered a few steps before regaining its balance.

It was a young man, covered in blood, dressed in rags, and with a deathly pale face.

But his eyes were filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

"I made it out alive! I made it out alive!"

He looked up to the sky and roared, tears welling in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a second figure rushed out, then a third, a fourth...

One after another, figures burst out from the spatial rift and landed on the plaza.

Some wept with joy, some collapsed to the ground gasping for breath, some fainted, and some hugged their fellow disciples who came to greet them, weeping bitterly.

Tens, hundreds, thousands...

More and more people are emerging from the hidden realm.

More and more people gathered in the square, forming a dense, dark mass that stretched as far as the eye could see.

People from various factions rushed forward, searching for their own disciples.

"Senior brother! You're alive! That's wonderful!"

"Junior brother! Where's your arm? How did your arm disappear?"

"It's alright, as long as you're alive! Arms can grow back!"

"Father! Father, you're still alive! I thought you..."

"Silly child, your father is tough, he won't die."

Scenes of couples embracing and weeping were playing out in every corner of the square.

Some were happy, some were sad, some were relieved, and some remained silent.

But in any case, those who survive are the winners.

"The survival rate in this round of the Warring States competition is so high..."

An elderly man with white hair stood at the edge of the square, stroking his beard, his eyes filled with shock.

"In previous years, during the struggle for supremacy among the myriad dynasties, no more than a hundred people survived."

"But look now, there are already several thousand people coming out, and they're still leaving..."

The middle-aged man next to him nodded, his voice full of disbelief.

"Yeah, how come the survival rate this year is so high?"

"Has the danger in the secret realm decreased?"

"impossible."

The old man shook his head, his gaze deep.

"The Battle of the Dynasties has been held for so many sessions, yet the difficulty of the secret realm has only increased, which is really strange..."

A corner of the square.

Kui San stood with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy.

His gaze was fixed on the spatial rift, his eyes filled with killing intent.

All the disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect died in the secret realm.

His only hope now is that Wang Long will also die inside.

It's best to die completely, leaving not even a trace of bone.

"Elder Kui San, more and more people are coming out."

A disciple in black walked up to him and said in a low voice.

"I've roughly counted them, and there are already over five thousand people, and the number is still increasing."

Kui San's brows furrowed slightly.

Such a high survival rate?

This isn't right.

Have you seen Wang Long?

Kui San's voice was icy.

The disciple in black shook his head.

"Not at the moment."

Kui San's lips curled up slightly.

Didn't they come out?

Ok.

It's best if they don't come out.

It would be best if they died inside and never came out!

Another corner of the square.

Qin Jiaojiao stood at the front of the crowd, tiptoeing, craning her neck, and staring intently at the spatial rift.

Her little hands gripped the hem of her clothes, her face filled with anxiety.

"Why haven't Father and Master come out yet...?"

Her voice was soft, tinged with unease.

Shen Qianqiu stood beside her, holding two life tablets in his hands.

The life tablet was intact and emitted a faint glow.

"Jiaojiao, don't worry."

His voice was steady, with a hint of reassurance.

"The life tablet is still lit, which means your father and your master are both safe and sound."

"They're probably still behind us, they haven't come out yet."

Qin Jiaojiao nodded, but the anxiety in her eyes did not lessen in the slightest.

"But... so many people have already come out..."

"Father and Master are so powerful, how come they've fallen behind?"

Shen Qianqiu opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He didn't know how to explain it.

Logically speaking, Wang Long and Xu Wanyun's abilities are definitely top-notch among the contestants.

Even if they weren't the first to come out, they should have been among the first batch.

But now, nearly ten thousand people have come out, yet the two of them still haven't appeared.

Shen Qianqiu's brows furrowed slightly.

Has something really happened?