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

The world suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Liu Wuhen was taken aback, his smile suddenly froze, and he abruptly raised his head to look at the sky.

The ten grandmasters also changed color at the same time, and suddenly turned around to look in the direction from which the golden light was shooting.

The golden light in the sky, after dispelling the sword energy, did not dissipate.

Instead, it condensed in the air into a huge golden light sword, its tip pointing directly at Liu Wuhen, exuding a chilling and sharp aura.

The smile on Liu Wuhen's face vanished completely.

He narrowed his eyes, looking in the direction from which the golden lightsaber had come, his voice turning colder.

"Who is this extraordinary person? Why hide your identity?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a gray figure slowly descended from the sky.

Wang Long walked on air, his steps unhurried, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He was enveloped in a pale golden light, and his cloudy old eyes were now gleaming with a captivating light.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at Liu Wuhen and the ten grandmasters, his voice calm.

Yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Did anyone who tried to harm me ask me beforehand?"

Liu Wuhen was stunned.

Although he and Wang Long were both at the Saint Realm, he sensed a dangerous aura emanating from him.

The ten grandmasters were stunned, looking at each other with surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.

Luo Hanyi knelt on the city wall, her hands supporting her on the ground, her head tilted back.

Looking at the figure descending from the sky, her eyes instantly reddened.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out that name, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

It only let out a very soft murmur.

"Wang Long..."

Murong Qing stood on the other side of the city wall, stunned.

Her beautiful eyes widened, her lips trembled slightly, and she murmured.

"My husband...it's my husband! He's back! He's really back!"

Murong Yuan knelt on the ground, his knees still throbbing, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Long in the sky, his pupils contracting sharply.

He sensed it; the aura emanating from Wang Long was several times stronger than that of Liu Wuhen.

Like a bottomless abyss, it is restrained yet magnificent.

He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with disbelief, and his voice was hoarse.

"His... his level of understanding is beyond my comprehension..."

Murong Hao knelt beside his father, looking up at Wang Long's back.

He shouted excitedly.

"Father, we...we're saved!"

On the city wall, the soldiers who had been in despair all raised their heads.

Gazing at the silhouette of the dragon king in the sky, a faint flame rekindled in his eyes.

Liu Wuhen squinted at Wang Long, his face still showing some composure, but his heart was in turmoil.

How is that possible?

How could a remote and small country like Daqian possibly have a Saint Realm expert?!

He suppressed the shock in his heart and said coldly.

"Who are you? How could a Saint Realm expert like you be hidden in such a small place as the Great Qian?"

Wang Long did not answer his question, but merely glanced at the soldiers kneeling below.

His gaze finally settled on Luo Hanyi's haggard profile, then returned to Liu Wuhen, his tone calm.

"Take your men and get out of Daqian, and I might spare your lives."

Wang Long was not a kind person, and he was afraid that a fight would affect those around him.

After all, even the aftershocks of a battle in the Holy Realm could raze a small country to the ground.

Once they're far from the land of Daqian, we'll catch up and wipe them all out!

Upon hearing this, Liu Wuhen was first taken aback, then burst into laughter in anger.

"Hahaha! What arrogance! So what if you're a Saint Realm expert?"

"I am Liu Wuhen, the Sword Saint, and an elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

"Having dominated the southern borders of the Eastern Region for many years, why would I be afraid of some nobody who appeared out of nowhere?"

His laughter ceased, his gaze turned sinister, and his voice deepened.

"I will deal with this man. You ten, go and wipe out the Great Qian Dynasty! Leave no one alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and he transformed into a sharp gray sword light, rushing straight towards Wang Long!

At the same time, the ten grandmasters responded simultaneously, transforming into ten streaks of light that swooped down towards the capital city below!

Wang Long frowned slightly, but did not turn around. He simply said three words in a deep voice.

"court death!"

The moment he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the Heavenly Gang Sword Box flew out of his storage ring and hovered beside him.

Immediately afterwards, nine golden sword lights shot into the sky from the sword box, transforming into nine long swords with nine-colored patterns flowing throughout their bodies.

Suspended around Wang Long, the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Liu Wuhen!

The sword trembled, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Liu Wuhen sneered, made hand seals, and dozens of gray sword energies condensed around him, sweeping towards Wang Long in a devastating attack.

"A Thousand Swords Piercing the Clouds!"

He is a sword saint, possessing extreme confidence in his swordsmanship.

Seeing Wang Long also using a flying sword to fight him, he burst out laughing.

I think Wang Long is completely showing off his limited skills in front of an expert.

Wang Long remained expressionless, raised his hand, and nine golden sword lights swirled and intertwined in the air.

They blocked all of Liu Wuhen's gray sword energy, and sparks flew where the sword energies collided.

A series of dense metallic clanging sounds exploded in the air.

Liu Wuhen's expression changed slightly, but he continued his attack, unleashing several more sharp sword moves in succession, only to have them all crumble before Wang Long's nine sword lights.

On the other side, the ten grandmasters had already rushed to the top of the city wall and were about to launch an attack downwards.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared on the top of the city wall.

Xu Wanyun's clothes fluttered in the wind, and in her hand she held a jade pen that shimmered with a warm, lustrous sheen.

With a flick of the pen, a golden aura condensed into a huge character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress"), which pressed down on the ten people!

The ten grandmasters felt a surge of righteous energy wash over them, and their figures suddenly froze.

The two leaders were directly pressed down by that literary aura and fell several feet. They scrambled to regain their footing, their expressions changing drastically.

"A Confucian cultivator?! A Confucian cultivator at the Grandmaster level?!"

Xu Wanyun ignored their surprise and continued writing with her jade pen.

The four large characters "困" (trapped), "退" (retreat), "定" (fixed), and "束" (bound) appeared in the air one after another.

It transformed into golden chains, wrapping around the ten people and binding them tightly in mid-air, preventing them from advancing or retreating.

The ten grandmasters struggled desperately, only to find that the flow of spiritual energy within their bodies had become sluggish and slow, as if they were sinking into a quagmire.

The leader's face turned ashen as he shouted.

"Stop holding back! Go all out! Take this city!"

The ten grandmasters roared simultaneously, their spiritual power surging as they tried to break free from the chains of literary energy.

Xu Wanyun remained expressionless, her jade pen moving swiftly through the air, golden literary energy flowing out like water.

A huge net was woven above the city gate, trapping the ten people firmly within it.

"break!"

The leading grandmaster roared, his long sword, imbued with violent spiritual power, slashing towards the net of literary energy.

As the blade fell, the net of literary energy trembled violently, yet remained perfectly still.

His face turned ashen, and he slashed several more times, but to no avail.

Murong Yuan had already stood up from the ground, looking up at the white figure on the city wall, his pupils filled with shock.

"A Confucian cultivator at the Grandmaster level? Who...who is she?"