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

Wang Long did not answer, but calmly swept his gaze over the panicked faces in the hall.

He smiled casually.

"What a refined taste you all have! The Great Qian Dynasty is not yet over, and you're already drinking."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd already won."

Upon hearing this, Liu Changfeng's expression remained unchanged. He simply gripped the hilt of the black longsword slowly, his voice turning colder.

"Who do you think you are? You'd better think twice before you speak."

Ye Niannu chuckled softly upon hearing this, her tone carrying a hint of casual curiosity.

"His skills are mediocre, but his tone is quite arrogant."

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Niannu, and they were instantly stunned.

Their eyes held greed and longing...

Emperor Huizong exclaimed inwardly.

"What a beautiful woman! If only she could become my concubine, tsk tsk..."

Ye Niannu and Wang Long both noticed the gazes of these people.

slap~

Wang Long snapped his fingers lightly, and his literary energy gathered into invisible needles.

puff~

It pierced the eyes of these people.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"I can't see!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Blood and tears streamed from their eyes as they wailed in agony on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Ye Niannu couldn't help but giggle and nestled into Wang Long's arms.

"How dare you!"

Liu Changfeng stood up angrily, his body surging with spiritual energy.

To hurt someone right in front of you is suicidal!

Wang Long ignored his anger and casually waved his hand, a golden light flashing past.

A disheveled figure was thrown out and landed heavily at Liu Changfeng's feet.

boom!

The figure rolled twice on the ground before stopping.

His clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, he was covered in blood, and his face was ashen like a dead tree.

It was Liu Wuhen.

Liu Changfeng looked down at the familiar figure at his feet, and the composure and arrogance on his face finally shattered completely at this moment.

His pupils contracted sharply, his fingers gripped the sword hilt tightly, and his voice rose several decibels in an instant.

"Junior Brother Wuhen?!"

Liu Wuhen lay on the ground, his meridians shattered, his spiritual power dissipated, and he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

Hearing Liu Changfeng's voice, he moved his lips twice and uttered a muffled and hoarse murmur.

"Senior brother... he... he..."

Before he could finish speaking, he completely fainted.

Liu Changfeng stared intently at Wang Long, the shock in his eyes quickly replaced by a gloomy expression, his voice icy.

"You destroyed Junior Brother Wuhen's meridians?!"

Wang Long looked at him indifferently, his tone as casual as if he were chatting.

"If you find this inappropriate, I can kill him right now."

"I kindly arranged for you to reunite, and you are so unreasonable."

Liu Changfeng did not speak again.

He slowly drew the jet-black longsword.

The moment the sword left its sheath, an extremely sharp sword aura burst forth from the blade.

He overturned the sandalwood table, wine cups, and spiritual fruits in front of him, sending fragments flying and clattering to the ground.

The sword energy was chilling and powerful, sweeping across the hall like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for many years suddenly opening its eyes.

Liu Changfeng's gaze locked onto Wang Long, his voice low and cold.

"I'd like to see just how capable you are, daring to be so arrogant."

Liu Changfeng's figure was like a sharp sword, carrying a powerful sword aura, and he rushed straight towards Wang Long!

His speed was extreme, the tip of his sword flashed with a cold light, and a sharp whistling sound pierced the air.

In just a breath, it could pierce the dragon's chest.

But just as he rushed to within a few feet of Wang Long...

Ye Niannu stretched out her slender hand, reaching forward in a languid manner.

There was no hand seal or energy gathering; he simply made a light, casual grasp towards the void.

The next moment, a terrifying and suffocating pressure exploded from her body without warning!

The overwhelming pressure pressed down on Liu Changfeng!

Liu Changfeng felt as if his soul was emitting a mournful cry at this moment.

His proud sword energy shattered instantly like thin ice in summer before that oppressive aura.

The light on the sword flashed twice rapidly.

Click!

The jet-black longsword that had been with him for hundreds of years shattered inch by inch in his hands.

It turned into a pile of scrap metal, clattering and tinkling as it scattered across the ground.

Liu Changfeng's body stiffened abruptly, as if he had crashed into an invisible iron wall, and he fell from mid-air.

boom!

He fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen.

The dozen or so emperors of small countries were not spared either; the pressure of the Supreme Realm was like an invisible mountain pressing down on each of them.

One by one they fell to the ground, blood gushing from their mouths and noses, their faces deathly pale, their bodies trembling violently.

Some people fainted on the spot, while others curled up on the ground, finding it extremely difficult to even breathe.

"To...the Supreme Realm?!"

Liu Changfeng lay on the ground, his bones creaking all over.

He struggled to raise his head, staring intently at Ye Niannu, his pupils contracted, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"You...you're actually a Supreme Realm expert?!"

He suddenly remembered the words that the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had once warned him.

Although the Eastern Region is vast, there are only a handful of Supreme Realm experts, each with a powerful force behind them, and they should never be provoked lightly.

But he just couldn't understand how a Supreme Realm expert could be stationed in such a small place as the Great Qian!

Their sect leader, Wanjian Sect, is only at the Supreme Realm!

Ye Niannu withdrew her hand and looked at Liu Changfeng with a smile.

Her voice was soft and charming, yet it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.

"My husband said that anyone who harms him will naturally pay the price."

She paused, tilted her head, as if she was thinking about something.

"However, considering you didn't directly hurt anyone, I'll give you a quick death."

Liu Changfeng opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, wanting to say that he could submit and be used by her.

But Ye Niannu did not give him a chance to speak.

She raised her hand, spread her fingers, and gently grasped Liu Changfeng's hand.

A giant hand formed from spiritual energy appeared out of thin air above Liu Changfeng's head, its five fingers folded together.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking was crisp and short.

Liu Changfeng's neck was twisted at an odd angle, his head was tilted to one side, and his eyes were wide open.

His mouth was still slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he never had the chance.

He never understood why he died in the palace he thought he could have anything he wanted.

Liu Changfeng's body lay limp on the ground, lifeless.

Just then, Liu Wuhen opened his eyes and saw Liu Changfeng's corpse with its neck crooked and its eyes wide open in death.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his whole body trembled violently.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to scream, but only a muffled breath came out of his throat.

A warm water seeped out from beneath him, spreading a dark, damp patch across the polished hall floor.

A dignified Saint Realm expert was so scared that he wet himself.

Ye Niannu wrinkled her nose and took a half-step back in disgust.

Wang Long didn't look at him again, but simply raised his hand casually.

Several golden swords of literary energy materialized out of thin air, and with a flash of light, they precisely pierced Liu Wuhen's heart.