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

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Niannu ran towards Wang Long's direction.

To everyone's astonishment, he buried his face in Wang Long's arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and took a deep breath of his familiar scent, her whole body trembling slightly.

Wang Long raised his hand and gently patted her back.

Looking down at her reddened eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, he spoke softly.

"I've arrived, Niannu. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting~"

Ye Niannu lifted her head from his embrace, looking at him with teary eyes.

She stood on tiptoe and, without hesitation, kissed Wang Long's lips in front of the stunned crowd.

Passionate and frank, with an unwavering determination.

And the longing that has been suppressed for so long.

The air inside the hall seemed to freeze at that moment.

Everyone present was stunned.

Zheng Hao stood there, feeling as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

The smile on his face froze completely, shattering inch by inch.

It revealed the face beneath, twisted with rage.

Zheng Hao's lips trembled as he stared intently at the intertwined figures of Ye Niannu and Wang Long.

His chest heaved violently, and his pupils blazed with fury.

He had never been so humiliated; he had always been the one bullying others.

Those words from before now felt like slaps to Zheng Hao's face, delivered exactly as they were.

His fiancée was kissing someone else.

In front of everyone!

I was cheated on in public by some weird old man who appeared out of nowhere!

Xu Ming's face turned completely pale.

He suddenly stood up from his chair, pointed at Wang Long, and roared hysterically.

"Where did this thief come from?! How dare he trespass into the main reception hall of my Primordial Holy Palace! And in front of everyone..."

Xu Ming was so angry that he trembled all over. How could he possibly marry Ye Niannu into the Tianyan Sect now?

"Guards! Seize him!"

Upon hearing this, the two gatekeepers cautiously took half a step forward.

But when Wang Long's gaze swept over him, he abruptly stopped, caught in a dilemma.

The two protectors of Zheng Hao, both at the early stage of the Supreme Realm, had already taken a step forward, one on the left and one on the right.

His body surged with spiritual energy, and his gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed firmly on Wang Long.

They would act immediately upon Zheng Hao's command.

Zheng Hao stared intently at Wang Long, his gaze extremely sinister, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Where did this old man come from?"

"A mere half-saint dares to court death before me, the young master?"

Zheng Hao's roar echoed throughout the hall, causing dust to fall from the beams and pillars.

"Who do you think you are?! How dare you try to steal my woman?!"

His spiritual power surged, and he unleashed the full pressure of a mid-stage Supreme Realm expert.

Like a raging beast, it crushed towards the dragon.

The tables, chairs, and teacups inside the hall were overturned by the shockwave, cups and saucers shattered, tea splashed everywhere, and the floor was a mess.

Ye Niannu's expression changed, and she instinctively tried to stand in front of Wang Long.

Wang Long reached out and gently pulled her behind him to protect her.

"Niannu, leave her to me!"

His voice was steady and convincing.

"But……"

Ye Niannu was very worried.

Wang Long was only a half-saint, while Zheng Hao was at the mid-stage of the Supreme Realm.

Even she wouldn't dare to confront Zheng Hao head-on.

But she still chose to believe in the feeling of being protected by her man.

so nice~

Zheng Hao saw that Wang Long not only didn't dodge, but also dared to protect Ye Niannu behind him.

That nonchalant attitude completely enraged him.

"You old fool! You're asking for death! I, the young master, will grant your wish!"

Zheng Hao roared, his five fingers forming claws, carrying violent spiritual power, and slammed down on the top of the dragon's head!

That palm strike carried the unique "Sky-Splitting Palm" technique of the Tianyan Sect.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the air was torn apart in visible ripples, the blue bricks on the ground cracked inch by inch, and gravel flew everywhere.

A full-force attack from a mid-stage Supreme Realm cultivator.

Enough to grind a demigod into dust.

Ye Wushuang frowned slightly, his fingertips twitching as he prepared to make a move.

Wang Long made a move.

Within his body, the Chaotic Dao Body operated wildly, with spiritual power and literary energy surging simultaneously.

The Immortal Palace Mark was slightly warm, and an invisible yet powerful force surged from the back of his hand into his limbs and bones, enveloping him like a tide.

That is the protective power of the Celestial Palace.

Although it was only a trace, it was enough for Wang Long to unleash combat power far exceeding his own level in a short period of time.

boom!!!

Their palms and claws collided, producing a deafening roar.

A burst of golden light illuminated the entire main hall.

The shockwave spread outwards, sending the surrounding table and chair debris flying, crashing into the walls and shattering into dust.

The disciples and servants inside the hall covered their ears and backed away, their faces turning pale.

Amidst the billowing dust, a figure staggered and flew backward.

"Bang!"

Zheng Hao fell heavily to the ground, his back slamming into the broken blue bricks.

It slid several meters away until it crashed into a pillar of the palace and came to a stop.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his right sleeve ripped open, his arm covered in fine bloodstains.

His hand was shattered, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

Zheng Hao raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his face filled with disbelief and humiliation.

"This...how is this possible?!"

His voice became shrill and distorted, hoarse and trembling.

"How could a mere half-saint possibly defeat this young master?!"

Inside the hall, there was complete silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Wang Long.

He stood still, his robes slightly disheveled, not taking a single step back.

He simply patted away non-existent dust from his sleeves, his cloudy old eyes remaining calm and undisturbed.

"Even the mid-stage of the Supreme Realm is nothing special."

Ye Niannu stood behind him, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably turning upwards.

She clutched Wang Long's clothes, her heart filled with joy and pride.

Ye Wushuang sat upright in the armchair, not spilling any tea, her expression slightly changing.

But deep within those cool, clear eyes, a subtle ripple slowly spread out.

She realized that she had underestimated Wang Long once again.

When Ye Niannu insisted that he was her "destined one," she thought it was just a little girl's momentary impulse.

Later, Wang Long rose to prominence in the struggle for supremacy among the dynasties. Although she was surprised, she still felt that he was still some distance away from being her disciple.

But today, I saw it with my own eyes.

A half-saint fought against a mid-stage supreme being and not only did he not lose, but he also repelled his opponent.

This is not a simple battle between opponents of higher levels; it is a crushing defeat that transcends nearly two major realms.

"interesting……"

Ye Wushuang muttered to himself, his gaze falling on Wang Long with a hint of scrutiny and deeper meaning.

If Wang Long can continue to be this powerful...

It's estimated that it won't be long before he surpasses Ye Niannu.

It's unbelievable how powerful his future will be!

Zheng Hao got up from the ground, his hands supporting his knees, his whole body trembling.

He looked down at his blood-soaked palm, then looked up again.

Seeing Wang Long's calm and composed demeanor, anger completely overwhelmed reason.

"Attack! You two! Attack him together! Kill him!"

"Kill him!!!"