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

The ten grandmasters did not rush to make a move, as if they were waiting for something.

Luo Hanyi and the others were on high alert and were prepared to fight at any time.

They were so relaxed, completely disregarding everyone in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Such torment is like a knife hanging over one's head, suffocating one.

They stood with their hands behind their backs in the air, their robes fluttering in the morning breeze, their posture as relaxed as if they were strolling and chatting in their own backyard.

One of them turned his head slightly and smiled at his companion beside him.

"Old Zhou, you've made quite a bit of progress in this battle for supremacy! I remember you were only a ninth-rank before you went in, and now you're already at the early stage of Grandmaster. Congratulations!"

The middle-aged man, referred to as "Old Zhou," stroked his beard, a hint of smugness on his face, and waved his hand.

"Oh, not at all, it was just good luck. But you, Old Li, I heard you found an ancient cave in the secret realm and obtained an incredible opportunity, which allowed you to break through to the Grandmaster level in one fell swoop, right?"

Haha, same to you!

Another person chimed in, their voice filled with undisguised arrogance.

"The struggle for supremacy among dynasties is an era of great contention; who among those who survives hasn't undergone a complete transformation?"

"Yes, back then, we spent a hundred years cultivating on the edge of the Eastern Region without making any progress. Now, in just a few months, we have already become Grandmasters. It truly is a matter of timing and fate."

"We really have to thank that elder of the Puppet Spirit Sect for the magical artifact he bestowed upon us; otherwise, we might not have made it out of the secret realm alive."

"Shh~ Watch your words! The affairs of the Puppet Spirit Sect are not to be discussed casually."

"You're the only one from the Puppet Spirit Sect who survived; it's said that everyone else was wiped out by my men!"

The faces of these people immediately turned ugly.

They had heard of each other's reputation and had personally witnessed Wang Long confronting Kui San.

It's simply terrifying.

The group chuckled dryly and stopped mentioning the struggle for supremacy among the dynasties.

His gaze swept casually over the trembling soldiers on the city wall below, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

They didn't even glance at Luo Hanyi and Murong Yuan; it was only a matter of time before the city fell.

Waiting for that important person to arrive.

That was the time when the Great Qian Dynasty was destroyed!

Murong Yuan stood below the city wall, looking up at the grandmasters who chatted and laughed as if the Great Qian Dynasty didn't exist.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

As the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, he was diligent in governing and loved his people, and worked hard to govern for decades. How could he have ever suffered such humiliation?

But today, these people don't even bother to look at him properly, as if he, the emperor, is nothing more than an ant that can be crushed at will.

Luo Hanyi stood on the city wall, her gaze icy cold, and spoke each word clearly.

"You have come from afar. If it is for the sake of our great Qian Dynasty, please speak frankly."

"To look down upon us, the ruler and his subjects of the Great Qian Dynasty, as if we were nothing, is utterly disrespectful!"

Her voice was clear and cool, carrying far in the quiet morning breeze.

The ten grandmasters finally stopped their idle chatter.

The leader lowered his head, his gaze falling on Luo Hanyi, a slow, ambiguous smile curving his lips, his voice languid.

"Insolence? Ha, a tiny, soon-to-be-destroyed nation dares to discuss 'propriety' with us? You woman have some guts, too bad..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, a pressure tens of millions more terrifying than the ten auras combined from before descended from the sky without warning!

The oppressive aura was like an invisible mountain pressing down on the entire capital city, and the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Before the soldiers on the city wall could even react, their knees buckled uncontrollably, as if they had been held down by an invisible giant hand.

They knelt down in droves, weapons scattered all over the ground.

Murong Yuan felt a tightness in his chest, and his legs suddenly sank, his knees slamming heavily onto the bluestone ground with a dull thud.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he tried desperately to sit up, but even moving a single finger became incredibly difficult.

Luo Hanyi also knelt down on one knee, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, her palms aching from the sharp stones.

She gritted her teeth, raised her head, and stared intently in the direction from which the oppressive aura was coming.

Luo Hanyi subconsciously touched her stomach, feeling a deep sense of sorrow.

"I'm sorry, Wang Long, I failed to protect our child."

A figure appeared in the sky.

The figure descended slowly from a higher place, his robes fluttering, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.

The newcomer had a thin face, half-white hair and beard, and a tall, upright figure. He carried a long, jet-black sword slung diagonally across his back.

The scabbard was simple and unadorned, yet it exuded a chillingly sharp aura.

The moment he appeared, the ten grandmasters simultaneously composed themselves, bowed in unison, and spoke in unison with respect.

"Welcome, Sword Saint!"

The newcomer was none other than the Saint Realm expert behind the Great Zhao—Sword Saint Liu Wuhen!

He stopped in mid-air, nodded slightly, and casually glanced at the soldiers kneeling on the ground below, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He had only broken through to the Saint Realm a few months ago, and was at the height of his success, but he was frustrated by having nowhere to put his talents to use.

The sect sent him to deal with the Great Qian Dynasty, thinking it would be a boring little task.

But now, standing high in the sky, looking down at the city and at the mortals kneeling on the ground, I can see the city below.

Feeling the sensation of being looked up to by all living beings, and having the power to decide life and death with a single thought, Liu Wuhen felt every pore on his body relax.

This feeling of being high above is truly wonderful!

He remained silent for a moment, as if deliberately prolonging the oppressive feeling, before speaking softly.

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Anyone who resists will be killed!"

Luo Hanyi gripped the ground so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She bit her lip and forced back the breath that was rising in her throat.

She knew that the Great Qian Dynasty had reached a dead end.

The day has finally come.

Murong Yuan knelt on one knee, but suddenly raised his head, his voice hoarse and stubborn, like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair, bursting forth with its last rage.

"I am the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty. If my country is to perish, I shall die standing!"

Liu Wuhen glanced down at him, a faint smile appearing on his lips, as if he found the struggle of an ant before its death amusing.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his right hand and flicked his fingertips lightly.

An invisible sword aura shot out from between his fingers, extremely fast and silent, yet leaving a faint ripple in the air.

Before Murong Yuan could even react, the sword energy was already in front of him.

He closed his eyes in despair.

it's all over!

Luo Hanyi suddenly gripped the hem of her dress tightly.

An attack from a Saint Realm expert would be enough to instantly annihilate this majestic city!

The soldiers of Daqian could not muster the slightest fighting spirit.

They were all utterly crushed into despair by the oppressive power of the Holy Realm.

right now

A golden ray of light descended from the sky, precisely meeting the sword energy.

The two forces collided in mid-air without a loud noise or explosion; the golden light silently dissipated the sword energy into nothingness.

"Who's there!?"