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

"Young Sect Master!"

The older guardian let out a panicked cry and struggled to his feet.

She scrambled over to Zheng Hao's side, her hands trembling as she reached out to check his breath and then touched the side of his neck.

He was still breathing, but he had fainted.

The protector breathed a sigh of relief, only to be plunged into even greater panic.

The young sect leader had both legs broken and was publicly humiliated.

If this gets back to the Tianyan Sect, the sect leader and the Supreme Elder will be furious, and he, as the protector, will probably be skinned alive!

But he dared not linger there, and did not even dare to look at Wang Long.

He gritted his teeth and, together with another protector who had also struggled to his feet, each of them lifted Zheng Hao by one arm and dragged him up from the ground.

The two men, covered in blood and staggering, limped toward the palace gate.

Wang Long just watched them indifferently without stopping them.

As he passed by Wang Long, the older protector paused.

His body was stiff, his head was lowered, and his voice was dry and hoarse.

"Senior...may we be allowed to leave?"

"Young Sect Master was indeed offended, and Senior's reprimand was justified... We juniors... dare not utter a word of complaint."

"roll!"

Wang Long simply uttered a single word.

This time he held back; if the Heavenly Evolution Sect were to cause trouble again, he wouldn't mind going all in.

Destroy this so-called Heavenly Evolution Sect!

"Thank you so much, senior!"

The two protectors breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; it was already an immense favor that Wang Long had allowed them to leave.

He immediately quickened his pace, dragging Zheng Hao away in a disheveled state as they disappeared outside the palace gates.

The hall fell silent once more.

Xuanzhen Daoist was still lying in the pit, his gray-white Daoist robe torn to shreds, and the shoe prints on his face were clearly visible.

He stared blankly at the huge hole in the dome that the two of them had smashed through.

He is a Supreme Elder of the Primordial Holy Palace and one of the top combat forces in the Eastern Region!

The true supreme being!

But Wang Long stepped on his face and insulted him.

They lost all face and dignity.

But he dared not say anything.

Although the battle just now was brief, he had already clearly felt it.

The aura of a supreme being that Wang Long unleashed was not a mere illusion, but a real power capable of crushing him.

He didn't know how Wang Long did it, but he knew he was no match for him.

Xuanzhen Daoist closed his eyes and spoke again.

"I... admit defeat."

"Ye Niannu...you may take her away."

"The Primordial Holy Palace...will not pursue this matter any further."

Ye Niannu stood there, staring at the scene before her, still in a daze.

Her husband publicly defeated the Supreme Elder of the Primordial Holy Palace, stepped on his face, and forced him to personally annul the engagement.

The mountain that had been weighing on her heart for more than two months was shattered by Wang Long's slap in just half an hour.

Ye Niannu's eyes welled up with tears, which slid down her cheeks.

She strode toward Wang Long, her pace quickening until she was almost running.

Wang Long turned around and opened his arms.

Ye Niannu buried her face in his chest and burst into tears, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

"My lord... my lord..."

Her voice choked with emotion, filled with long-suppressed grievances.

"I knew it... I knew you'd come to pick me up..."

Wang Long put his arm around her, gently patting her back with one hand, his voice low and tender.

"Yes, I will definitely keep my promise to you."

"From now on, no one can take you away from me."

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, it wouldn't work!

Ye Niannu nodded vigorously in his arms, crying even louder.

She felt a sweet warmth in her heart; from now on, no one could separate the two of them!

"Niannu, let's go."

The two embraced and walked out of the hall.

As Wang Long passed the hole in the wall where Xu Ming was embedded, he didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand behind him.

He shouted loudly.

"Someone come here, clean the floor!"

Ye Niannu nestled tightly in Wang Long's arms as the two walked side by side out of the main hall to greet guests.

Sunlight streamed down from the broken dome, casting two long shadows behind them.

The gatekeepers outside the hall were already kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, their bodies trembling.

They could hear the earth-shattering commotion inside the hall clearly from a great distance.

Each and every single one of these events was enough to overturn their understanding of the level of power in this world.

The cup in Ye Wushuang's hands had long since gone cold.

As she watched Wang Long and Ye Niannu walk side by side, a faint smile appeared on her usually aloof and ethereal face.

From now on, my foolish apprentice will finally have someone to protect him.

Ye Wushuang nodded slightly, as if she had finally put down a major matter that had been weighing on her mind for a long time. Without lingering any longer, she flashed away.

Like a ripple spreading across the water, it vanished silently from its spot, as if it had never existed.

Inside the hall, the terrifying pressure that had been hanging over everyone finally dissipated completely.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and several young disciples even collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Xu Ming, inside the wall pit, let out a violent cough, each cough aggravating his wounds.

He winced in pain, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to climb out of the hole in the wall, but his limbs were as limp as noodles, and it was difficult to move even a little.

Finally, several elders who realized what was happening rushed forward and, with a flurry of activity, pried him off the wall.

"Elder, are you alright?"

"Quickly, bring me the medicinal pills!"

"Slow down, slow down, be careful not to touch the wound!"

Several elders surrounded him, some stuffing pills into his mouth, others channeling spiritual energy into his palms to stabilize his meridians, busy as bees. Xu

Ming leaned on an elder's shoulder, his face ashen, his lips pale, his chest heaving violently, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the mess in the hall, then looked at Xuanzhen Daoist who was still lying in the big pit in the center, and his lips twitched twice.

"Elder... are you... are you alright?"

An elderly man with gray hair carefully walked to the edge of the pit and squatted down.

Looking at the usually aloof and unapproachable Supreme Elder at the bottom of the pit, his voice trembled slightly.

Xuanzhen Daoist lay on his back at the bottom of the pit, his eyes fixed on the huge hole in the dome, his gaze empty, as if he were looking at the clouds.

The clear shoe print on his face had not yet faded, appearing particularly comical on his wrinkled, gaunt cheek, yet no one dared to laugh at that moment.

After a long silence, Xuanzhen Daoist suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter started softly, then grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the empty and messy hall.

"Hahaha...hahahaha..."

He laughed so hard his white beard trembled, and his whole body shook.

The laughter made the elders around him exchange bewildered glances, their faces filled with confusion and worry.

"Elder...please...please don't scare us..."