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

"You bastard, die!"

Kui San roared, his spiritual power surging wildly, and his pressure as a peak Saint Realm expert surged once again!

He planned to go all out and crush them with overwhelming force!

Just then.

A deep, booming voice exploded across the square, like a thunderclap, making everyone's eardrums ache.

"That's enough!"

Shen Qianqiu stepped forward and stood in front of Wang Long.

A vast and pure aura of righteousness surged from his body, transforming into a golden light screen that kept Kui San's oppressive aura at bay.

The light barrier was as thick as a mountain. Kui San's peak Saint Realm aura vanished instantly before it, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Kui San's expression changed completely.

He could sense that Shen Qianqiu's aura was even stronger than his own!

Shen Qianqiu stood in front of Wang Long, his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

His gaze was like a knife, fixed on Kui San, his voice icy cold.

"Kui San, how dare you!"

"They attacked people from my Wenxin Academy right in front of me."

"Do you really think Wenxin Academy is easy to bully?"

Kui San's throat bobbed, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

He was well aware of Shen Qianqiu's strength.

He was also well aware of the profound heritage of Wenxin Academy.

Confucian scholars are one of the most protective groups of their own in the world.

Making a move against one Confucian scholar is equivalent to making a move against a group of Confucian scholars.

Kui San took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and forced out a very ugly smile.

"Dean Shen, I have no intention of opposing your Wenxin Academy."

"I was merely...testing his strength."

Shen Qianqiu sneered.

"A test?"

"This is Tianque City, don't forget the rules here!"

If it weren't for the fact that private duels were not forbidden in Tianque City, Shen Qianqiu would have liked to condense countless flying swords of literary energy and pierce Kui San into a hedgehog!

Kui San's expression was extremely unpleasant, and he chose to remain silent.

Shen Qianqiu looked at Kui San's gloomy face and smiled coldly.

"Kui San, I'll remember you! Our Wenxin Academy will settle this debt for Brother Wang!"

"no sooner said than done!"

Shen Qianqiu's voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and resounding, striking Kui Sanxin heavily.

Kui San's face flushed red and then turned pale.

He wasn't afraid of Shen Qianqiu.

No matter how strong Shen Qianqiu is, he is still just a dean of an academy.

Compared to the sect leader of the Puppet Spirit Sect, he is still a level below.

What he fears most are the Confucian scholars of the world!

Although the Puppet Spirit Sect is not weak, it is not enough to be an enemy of the entire Confucian and Taoist sects.

Kui San took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his heart, and glared hatefully at Wang Long.

With a flick of his sleeve, he turned to leave.

Just now.

"Stop!"

A cold, imposing voice came from the high platform.

Kui San abruptly stopped, his body stiffening as he turned around.

Song Tiange stood on the high platform, hands behind her back, looking at him with icy eyes.

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

Song Tiange's strength is the pinnacle of the entire Eastern Region.

The power of the Heavenly Supreme.

An existence that the entire Puppet Spirit Sect can only look up to.

"Lord Song... Lord Song..."

Kui San's voice was trembling.

I just saw that Wang Long is not only alive, but thriving, completely forgetting the rules of Tianque City.

This is bad news!

Song Tiange looked at him, her face calm, but her voice was as cold as ice.

"To make a move in Tianque City, Kui San, you have quite the nerve."

Kui San's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"Lord Song, I... this junior is merely..."

Song Tiange interrupted him, raised her hand, and waved it lightly.

An invisible force surged from his palm, like an unseen whip, lashing fiercely at Kui San.

Breaking the rules is like slapping Song Tiange in the face.

If he is not punished, how will he deter others in the future?

"puff!"

Kui San was sent flying, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The ground was smashed into a large crater, and dirt was scattered everywhere.

He lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen white.

I feel like all the bones in my body are about to shatter.

Even at the peak of the Saint Realm, before the Heavenly Sovereign, one is like an ant.

Wang Long was completely stunned by what he saw; this strength was simply too great.

He felt that Song Tiange could kill him with just a glance.

I wonder how strong the Azure Emperor must have been at his peak!

Kui San lay on the ground, coughing violently.

He dared not move, dared not beg for mercy, and dared not even raise his head.

Because he knew that Song Tiange had held back.

If Song Tiange wanted to kill him, that attack just now would have been enough to take his life.

"This is just a minor punishment to serve as a warning."

Song Tiange's voice descended from the sky, cold and majestic.

"If this transgresses again, I, the city lord, will strip all forces under the Puppet Spirit Sect of their eligibility to participate in the Myriad Dynasties Hegemony!"

Kui San's body suddenly stiffened.

He lay on the ground, trembling all over.

To strip them of their right to contend for supremacy among dynasties.

This means that the Puppet Spirit Sect will lose its once-in-a-century grand event, and its status in Tianque City will plummet!

"Yes... this junior... this junior will remember..."

Kui San's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed fear and resentment.

He struggled to his feet, covered in blood, and staggered toward the outside of the square.

Every step was accompanied by excruciating pain.

But he dared not stop.

He just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Leave this place that made him lose face.

Kui San's figure quickly disappeared at the edge of the square.

Nobody cared.

All eyes were on Wang Long.

In those eyes, there was curiosity, shock, awe, and gratitude.

And... a deep sense of dread.

"Thank you very much, Lord City Lord!"

Shen Qianqiu bowed gratefully, and Wang Long and Xu Wanyun followed suit.

Qin Jiaojiao also gave a proper thank you.

Song Tiange simply nodded and continued to oversee the recovery of the Heavenly Stone.

Shen Qianqiu turned around, looked at Wang Long, and her eyes were slightly red.

He reached out and patted Wang Long's shoulder forcefully.

"Brother Wang, it's good that you're back alive!"

Wang Long looked at him and smiled faintly.

"Brother Shen, I'm sorry to have worried you."

Shen Qianqiu shook his head and burst into laughter.

"What are you worried about? I knew you were tough; you won't die!"

His laughter was hearty and unrestrained, echoing across the square.

As she laughed, her eyes welled up with tears again.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness, and turned to look at Qin Jiaojiao.

"Jiaojiao, don't cry, your father is back now, isn't he?"

Qin Jiaojiao peeked out from behind Shen Qianqiu, looking at Wang Long with teary eyes.

His lips trembled, and he tried to call out "Father," but he couldn't utter the words.

Wang Long's heart softened when he saw her trying so hard not to cry.

He squatted down and opened his arms.

"Jiaojiao, come here."

Qin Jiaojiao could no longer hold back. She buried her face in Wang Long's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and burst into tears.

"Father! That's wonderful! You and Master are both back alive!"

"I thought you wouldn't get out! I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Waaaaah... I was so worried... I was so scared..."