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

Xu Ming raised his hand, and a gray-white vortex of spiritual energy condensed in his palm.

Lightning flickered faintly within the vortex, emanating a suffocating aura of destruction.

A casual strike from the peak of the Supreme Realm.

It's enough to make a half-saint vanish in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Hao slowly curled a cold smile onto his lips.

He took a half step back, crossed his arms, and a hint of arrogance and smugness rekindled in his eyes.

"Old man, weren't you quite the fighter just now?"

"In this world, besides one's own abilities, one also needs connections."

"This young master has a powerful background; even the Grand Elder of the Primordial Holy Palace has to give him some face."

"You old codger who appeared out of nowhere, do you think you're worthy to compete with me, the young master, for a woman?"

His voice was full of unbridled sarcasm and malice.

It was as if I could already see Wang Long being smashed into a pulp by Xu Ming with a single palm strike.

Ye Niannu's expression changed instantly.

She suddenly stepped out from behind Wang Long and blocked his way.

His body was filled with surging spiritual energy, and his voice was clear, cold, and resolute.

"Elder! If you dare touch him, kill me first!"

There was no fear in Ye Niannu's eyes, only unwavering determination.

No one can harm her beloved!

"Niannu, you cannot stop this elder!"

A peak Saint Realm cultivator is like a chick compared to a peak Supreme Realm cultivator; her obstruction is utterly ineffective against Xu Ming.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang put down her teacup.

Her gaze fell on Xu Ming, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable weight.

"Elder, Wang Long is a guest."

"Before you take any action against him, ask for my permission first."

Xu Ming's expression froze, and the vortex of spiritual energy in his hand paused slightly.

He gritted his teeth, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Ye Wushuang and Ye Niannu twice, his face extremely gloomy.

"Palace Master! Are you truly going to turn against me for the sake of an outsider?!"

Ye Wushuang did not answer, but stood there quietly, her aura already dissipating.

Like an invisible wall, it protected Wang Long and Ye Niannu behind it.

Wang Long stood behind Ye Niannu, looking at the white figure blocking his way, and felt a warmth in his heart.

He reached out and gently pulled Ye Niannu back to his side, then looked at Ye Wushuang's back and whispered something.

"Palace Master Ye, there's no need to worry. I can handle a mere peak Supreme Realm cultivator!"

"My lord!?"

Ye Niannu looked at Wang Long in disbelief. Wasn't he being far too confident?

Xu Ming is only one step away from becoming a Heavenly Sovereign, not someone that other Sovereigns can easily mess with.

He could kill Wang Long in one move.

Ye Wushuang sensed Wang Long's confidence and immediately picked up her teacup again to take a sip.

I will no longer interfere.

Seeing this, Xu Ming felt that Wang Long was courting death and immediately laughed.

At this moment, Wang Long silently recited a sentence in his mind.

"System, grant me the Heavenly Supreme Cultivation Experience Card."

The next moment, an indescribable, terrifying power suddenly awakened from the depths of Wang Long's body.

Like a star that had been dormant for billions of years, it suddenly exploded in his dantian!

That force swept over his limbs and bones with overwhelming force!

The Chaotic Dao Body operated to its limit in an instant, and spiritual power and literary energy frantically merged under the guidance of the Heavenly Supreme's power.

It transforms into a power capable of destroying the world.

The entire main hall, where guests were to be received, began to tremble.

The tremor did not originate from the ground shaking, but from the tremor of space itself.

The air became thick and heavy, as if the rules of heaven and earth within the entire hall had been forcibly rewritten by some higher-level force at this moment.

The light began to distort, and the dust particles hovered motionless in mid-air.

Even the grayish-white vortex of spiritual energy in Xu Ming's hand seemed to be frozen at this moment, its light flashing violently, but it could not advance any further.

Everyone's expression changed at the same instant.

Ye Wushuang was the first to react.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, her body jolted, and she instinctively took a half-step back.

The oppressive feeling emanating from a higher realm made even this peak Supreme Realm expert feel suffocated for a moment.

"This is……"

Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"The aura of a Celestial Supreme?!"

Xu Ming realized what was happening.

His face drained of all color in an instant, and his lips trembled.

For the first time, a deep-seated fear surfaced in his pupils.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if someone was strangling him.

"A demigod... how is that possible..."

Before he finished speaking, the overwhelming pressure of the Heavenly Sovereign swept outwards in all directions from Wang Long as the center!

Wherever it passed, the air crackled with an unbearable strain.

The blue bricks on the ground cracked inch by inch, and the broken bricks were crushed into dust by that oppressive force before they even hit the ground.

Xu Ming was the first to be affected.

His body felt as if it were being crushed by ten thousand mountains at once.

His knees buckled suddenly, and he knelt down with a thud!

His kneeling shattered the ground, creating a large crater, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

He tried to shout, but found that he couldn't even make a sound; he could only let out a muffled growl.

"Uh...ah..."

Blood began to seep from his seven orifices, and his face turned ashen white.

Behind Xu Ming, Zheng Hao and his two protectors were in even worse shape.

Zheng Hao collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face pressed against the broken stone slab, his body convulsing violently.

He tried desperately to lift his head, but was kept firmly pressed to the ground.

The two protectors were in an even worse state, lying on the ground covered in blood.

Wang Long slowly raised his hand, pointing his fingertips towards Xu Ming's direction, and gently tapped.

There were no unnecessary words, no angry roars, and not even a trace of extraneous emotion.

Xu Ming was sent flying backward from his kneeling position, leaving an afterimage in the air.

His body crashed heavily into the thick blue stone wall deep inside the hall.

With a loud bang, the person was embedded directly into the wall.

Gravel and dust fell in a flurry, burying half of his body.

The kind that you can't even button up.

Xu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was ashen yellow, and all the bones in his body were broken.

He tried to struggle out of the pit, but found that his limbs were as limp as noodles, and it was extremely difficult to even move a finger.

Wang Long withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced indifferently at Xu Ming in the wall pit, his voice detached.

"Barking so loudly, anyone who didn't know better would think you weren't an elder of the Primordial Holy Palace, but a dog kept by the Heavenly Evolution Sect."

Xu Ming was already seriously injured, and upon hearing this, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Everything went black, and I almost fainted on the spot.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say "You're being insolent," but only a gurgling sound came out of his throat; he couldn't utter a single word.

Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence.

Even the sound of dust hitting the ground could be clearly heard.

Zheng Hao lay on the ground, trembling all over, his teeth chattering softly.

His forehead was pressed against the cold gravel, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead and into his eyes.

It stung painfully, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand to wipe it.

When that supreme pressure descended upon him, he felt like an ant thrown into boiling water.

Even the thought of struggling couldn't arise; only the most primal and pure fear remained.

At that moment, only one thought was running wildly through his mind.

Heavenly Supreme...

This old thing... is the Heavenly Supreme?!