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Upon hearing this, Wang Long slightly raised his hand, and nine golden swords of literary energy materialized out of thin air, their tips gleaming with cold light.

"kill!"

Before he finished speaking, sword light rained down like a storm.

Before the ten grandmasters could even scream, they were pierced by dozens of swords imbued with literary energy.

Blood gushed out, and the body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Standing on the city wall, Murong Yuan watched as ten grandmasters died instantly. His mind went blank, and he even stopped breathing for a moment.

Those are ten Grandmasters! A force that could easily sweep aside several smaller nations in the surrounding dozen or so countries!

But Wang Long killed them as easily as killing chickens.

Murong Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze falling on Wang Long's back, and he suddenly felt a little dazed.

This stable boy, once ridiculed by the entire court, has now reached a height that the other could never even look up to.

After dealing with the ten people, Wang Long walked up to Liu Wuhen.

Liu Wuhen collapsed to the ground, his meridians shattered by the golden sword energy, his spiritual power dissipating like a burst dam, and his face ashen like a withered tree.

He struggled to lift his head, meeting Wang Long's calm eyes, and a chill ran down his spine.

Wang Long raised his hand, and a golden light shone from his fingertip into his brow.

Liu Wuhen trembled violently, then collapsed to the ground as if his spine had been removed, his eyes empty and filled with despair.

He was a Saint Realm expert and an elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

From now on, I am nothing but a useless person without any cultivation.

This is worse than killing him!

Wang Long withdrew his hand, not sparing Liu Wuhen any further glances, and turned to walk towards the city tower.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, each step steady and resolute.

On the city wall, tens of thousands of eyes followed him, their initial shock and awe gradually turning into almost devout adoration.

He walked past the kneeling soldiers, nodding slightly as he passed Murong Yuan and Murong Hao, but did not stop.

Murong Yuan watched his retreating figure, his lips moved twice, but he ultimately remained silent.

Because he knew that Wang Long's gaze was fixed on only one person at that moment.

At the edge of the city wall, Luo Hanyi stood there, the morning breeze ruffling her cloak and stray hairs, her whole body slender and upright.

She watched Wang Long walk towards her step by step, her eyes already reddening.

He didn't blink once, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, he would disappear.

This all feels too unreal.

Just now, I was facing the despair of national annihilation.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Long easily defused the situation.

Wang Long stopped in front of her.

The two were separated by no more than half a step. Luo Hanyi looked up, her gaze falling on his face, which looked much younger than when she left, and her throat tightened.

A thousand words were stuck in my chest, but I couldn't utter a single one.

Wang Long looked at her slightly protruding belly and then at her face, which was noticeably haggard from days of hard work.

A wave of heartache washed over me.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on her lower abdomen.

His palms were warm, and his voice was deep and gentle.

"My lady, I'm back!"

Luo Hanyi no longer possessed her usual cold and reserved demeanor.

She no longer cared about maintaining the decorum of a noblewoman and threw herself into Wang Long's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

She buried her face in his chest and burst into tears.

"Wang Long...you're finally back...Do you know how worried I was about you...I thought...I thought I'd never see you again..."

Her voice choked with emotion, and the tension that had been building up over the past few days finally eased, releasing the fear, anxiety, and longing that had been building up inside her.

Like a flood bursting its banks, it poured out all at once.

Her shoulders were shaking from crying, and her tears soaked a large area of ​​Wang Long's clothes.

Wang Long held her tightly, gently patting her back with one hand and protecting her slightly protruding belly with the other.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, his voice hoarse and low.

"Madam, don't cry. I'm back. It's all over..."

Qin Jiaojiao stood to the side, covering her face with her hands, but peeking through her fingers.

Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she laughed, and she muttered something under her breath.

"Oh my, it's rare to see Mother so affectionate..."

Luo Hanyi cried for a long time before she finally caught her breath.

She lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes red and swollen, still wet with tears.

She couldn't help but glare at Qin Jiaojiao and scolded her.

"You silly girl, all you do is make fun of your mother."

Qin Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue, rushed over and hugged them both, tilting her little face up and smiling brightly.

"I wasn't laughing at my mother! I'm just happy! Our family is finally reunited!"

Luo Hanyi was amused by her and stopped crying while rubbing her head.

Just then, a figure came running hurriedly from the other side of the city wall, her steps quick and urgent, accompanied by the rustling sound of her skirt fluttering.

Murong Qing ran up to her, her face flushed, her breath still ragged, and her eyes already red.

She looked at Wang Long, her lips trembling, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just lunged forward and buried herself in his arms.

Wang Long was slightly swayed by her bump and quickly reached out to put his arm around her shoulder.

He looked down at her, his voice gentle.

"Qing'er, I'm back."

Murong Qing nodded vigorously in his arms, her voice muffled and trembling with tears.

"My lord...you're finally back...this princess missed you so much..."

As she spoke, she snuggled closer into his arms, like a kitten that had finally found a mate.

Wang Long gently patted her back and then leaned down to kiss her forehead.

He opened his arms and pulled Luo Hanyi and Murong Qing into his embrace.

Two women leaned against his chest, one aloof and stubborn, the other soft and gentle.

They clung tightly to him, as if trying to make up for the time they had been apart.

The three lingered for a while, and the soldiers around them had already tactfully retreated, leaving them a quiet space.

Murong Yuan stood not far away, watching this scene with a mix of emotions, but ultimately did not go forward to disturb them.

He simply whispered something to Murong Hao beside him.

"Pass down the order to all commanders to collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers, treat the wounded, and rebuild the city's defenses."

Murong Hao nodded and left.

Wang Long gently released Luo Hanyi and Murong Qing, raised his head, looked in the direction of Murong Yuan, and spoke in a steady and solemn voice.

"Your Majesty, I entrust the affairs of the capital to you and His Highness the Crown Prince."

"I will handle the affairs of the Great Zhao and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect; you need not worry."

"With me and Niannu here, no one can threaten the Great Qian Dynasty!"

Ye Niannu chuckled and agreed.

"That's right, my lord's hometown is also my hometown~"

Murong Yuan felt reassured upon hearing this.

With these leaders in charge, the Great Qian Dynasty will definitely become a regional power in the future.

Let's see if those countries that mocked them will still dare to say that Daqian is a remote area!

Murong Yuan nodded emphatically.

"Then I'll leave it to you!"