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

As Wang Long finished speaking, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone in the hall gasped in unison, and some instinctively took two steps back.

Some people stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit a fist.

This is the Supreme Elder of the Primordial Holy Palace!

Xuanzhen Daoist, a Heavenly Supreme Realm cultivator!

For thousands of years, how many people in the entire Eastern Region have dared to speak to him in such a tone?

Even Song Tiange would give him some face.

Wang Long is so ungrateful!

Xuanzhen Daoist was stunned for a full two breaths.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Hahaha...Good! In all my thousands of years of life, this is the first time I've been reprimanded to my face like this!"

His smile vanished abruptly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, although you possess the aura of a Heavenly Sovereign, I observe that your foundation is weak and your aura is unstable."

"He must have used some kind of secret technique to forcibly raise his cultivation level."

"A fake is a fake. You won't last long against a true Heavenly Sovereign."

Wang Long did not answer.

He looked down at Ye Niannu in his arms, remembering the pressure and grievances she had endured alone in the Taichu Holy Palace for the past two months.

I recall the days when she was forced into marriage, threatened, and confined to this sect, unable to enjoy her freedom.

He was burning with anger.

He released Ye Niannu and gently patted her shoulder.

"Niannu, wait for me a moment."

"Are you really so insistent?!"

Xuanzhen Daoist is at a critical stage of advancement and does not want to waste his spiritual power.

Hopefully, Wang Long will back down when faced with difficulties.

"I'm taking her away today, and I'd like to see who dares to stop me!"

Before Wang Long could finish speaking, he took the initiative.

He swayed and charged straight at Xuanzhen Daoist!

It was so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage.

Xuanzhen Daoist's expression changed drastically, and he roared angrily.

"How dare you!"

He unleashed both palms simultaneously, his spiritual energy erupting like a volcano.

A bluish-gray light screen instantly condensed in front of him, as thick and heavy as a mountain.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Long had already rushed in front of him.

The two figures collided instantly, producing a dull thud.

The floor of the main hall suddenly collapsed, creating a large crater, and rubble flew everywhere like rain.

The next instant, two figures shot into the sky, crashing through the dome of the main hall and soaring into the clouds!

Broken tiles and wood chips fell like snowflakes, and everyone inside the hall looked up at the sky through the huge hole.

In the sky, two figures collided repeatedly, each impact producing a thunderous roar.

Golden and blue light intertwined and shimmered, making the entire sky appear to light up and darken intermittently.

Ye Niannu stood beneath the shattered dome, looking up.

Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Ye Wushuang also stood up, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Watching the two figures constantly clashing in the clouds, I felt an unprecedented shock.

Although Wang Long's aura fluctuated in strength, it consistently maintained a slight suppression over Xuanzhen Daoist.

With each collision, Xuanzhen Daoist would be forced back several feet, while Wang Long pressed forward relentlessly, his attacks like a never-ending tide.

In the blink of an eye.

A figure plummeted from the sky, accompanied by billowing dust and shattered fragments of spiritual energy.

It crashed heavily onto the already shattered floor of the main hall.

boom! ! !

The entire hall trembled violently again, and the cracks in the ground deepened.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the Taoist Xuanzhen lay face up in the newly created crater.

His gray-white Taoist robe was torn into strips, his hair was disheveled, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

His face was a mixture of pale and ashen, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He cultivated for thousands of years, yet he was beaten down by someone who appeared to be a fake Heavenly Supreme?!

Is this even reasonable?

Immediately afterwards, Wang Long's figure slowly descended from the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind, his posture composed.

Looking down from his vantage point at the Taoist Xuanzhen in the pit.

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone in the hall, Wang Long raised his foot and lightly stomped on Xuanzhen Daoist's face.

"Listen up, you old man."

Wang Long's voice was calm, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Ye Niannu is my woman, and her marriage is her own decision. I will only say this once."

He leaned slightly forward, meeting the murky old eyes of Xuanzhen Daoist, which still held traces of shock and humiliation, and spoke each word clearly.

"You, and that so-called Heavenly Evolution Sect, I'll remember you both!"

Xuanzhen Daoist's lips trembled twice, and a muffled sound came from his throat.

A moment later, he closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and weak.

"I...I understand...this marriage...is off...off..."

At this moment, Zheng Hao lay on the ground, trembling with fear.

He was utterly terrified by Wang Long and kept muttering to himself.

"You can't see me! You can't see me!"

This is the one who caused Ye Niannu to suffer. Wang Long's eyes turned cold.

He pointed at Zheng Hao in mid-air.

click!

His legs were twisted at an eerie angle, with white bone fragments piercing his flesh, and blood gushing out.

"ah!!!"

The screams were shrill and piercing, echoing through the deathly silent hall.

Zheng Hao curled up on the ground, his hands gripping the broken leg bone tightly, his fingers digging into his flesh, his whole body convulsing violently.

His face was contorted beyond recognition from the excruciating pain, and veins bulged on his forehead.

His face was covered in tears and snot; where was the imposing presence of the young master of the Tianyan Sect?

The two protectors lay paralyzed not far away, covered in blood, looking at their young master in such a miserable state.

I was filled with shock and fear, but I didn't even have the strength to get up.

Wang Long casually crippled his legs.

The crowd was already stunned into silence; they felt that Wang Long was capable of anything.

Not killing Zheng Hao outright was already considered showing mercy.

Wang Long withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at Zheng Hao, who was rolling on the ground and howling in pain.

His voice was as cold as a knife.

"This is just a small lesson for you."

"If you dare to make a move on her again, or resort to any underhanded tactics behind her back..."

Wang Long paused, a cold glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Next time, it won't be your leg that breaks, it'll be your neck!"

Zheng Hao was trembling with pain. Hearing this, he froze, and even his scream got stuck in his throat.

He raised his head, his face covered in blood and tears, and met Wang Long's calm eyes. A deep-seated fear welled up in his heart.

Zheng Hao believed that this old man truly meant what he said.

This is the first time his once-proud background has failed him.

Even though he is a Heavenly Sovereign, Wang Long's current strength is so terrifying that he certainly won't give face to the so-called Heavenly Sovereign.

The Supreme Celestial Master Xuanzhen was still lying on the ground in a sorry state.

He dared not disobey Wang Long, but in his heart...

Zheng Hao's lips trembled as he tried to say something, but only a muffled sob escaped his throat.

A sense of humiliation overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He was the young master of the Tianyan Sect, who had lived a life of luxury and privilege since childhood. He had never suffered such humiliation.

Today, in this Primordial Holy Palace, in front of so many people, his legs were broken in public, and he was trampled underfoot and humiliated!

Anger, humiliation, resentment, and fear surged and intertwined in Zheng Hao's chest, burning every inch of his nerves.

His face went from deathly pale to flushed red, then from flushed red to ashen, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

"puff!"

Zheng Hao's eyes widened suddenly, and he fainted from anger and shock!