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

Liu Wuhen's body suddenly stiffened, and he looked down at the golden sword lights that had pierced through his chest, his eyes quickly becoming unfocused.

The next moment, he fell backward and never clung to life.

The two Saint Realm experts perished within a mere few dozen breaths!

Inside the main hall, the emperors of those small countries lay prostrate on the ground, trembling like leaves.

Some people were so frightened that they couldn't speak and could only make whimpering sounds.

Some people finally came to their senses and scrambled towards Wang Long's direction.

His forehead hit the ground with a loud thud, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"My lord, spare us! My lord, spare us! We were only forced to submit to the Great Zhao! We did not willingly become your enemies!"

"Yes, yes! It was all that scoundrel Zhao Ji who forced us! We have no ill intentions towards you, sir!"

"If Your Majesty is willing, we are willing to submit to the Great Qian immediately! We are willing to serve Your Majesty! We will be your subjects for generations, with no disloyalty whatsoever!"

They rushed to pledge their loyalty, wishing they could tear their hearts out and show them to Wang Long.

Emperor Huizong slumped on the side of the dragon throne, looking as if his spine had been removed.

His face was ashen, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes were still stinging, and his vision was blurred, but he saw the deaths of the two elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Wang Long's gaze swept indifferently over the kneeling figures begging for mercy, and he asked calmly.

Do you really think I'd keep a bunch of fickle, opportunistic people in my backyard?

Before he finished speaking, the golden sword of literary energy condensed once more.

The sword light flashed like rain, precisely grazing the hearts of everyone present.

"No, I don't want to die!"

"Please, have mercy on me!"

"I……"

puff!puff!puff!

The sounds of flesh being pierced echoed continuously in the hall, and one after another, the emperors who were usually high and mighty fell into pools of blood.

His face was frozen with the resentment and fear of dying.

Zhao Ji's final pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end. His body stiffened on the side of the dragon throne, his eyes wide open.

His mouth was slightly open as he looked at the mess in the hall, and he never closed it again.

Inside the main hall, only the dancers and musicians, huddled in the corners, were left, terrified out of their wits.

Wang Long glanced at them and said indifferently.

"Get out. This is not a place for you."

Those people felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they scrambled out of the main hall without daring to look back.

Wang Long turned to look outside the hall. Moonlight poured down from the broken dome, falling on him and coating him with a layer of cold, silvery radiance.

"Let's go, keep going!"

He took Ye Niannu's hand, his voice calm.

"My lord, where are we going?"

"Naturally, a complete purge will be carried out; the entire Zhao royal family will be wiped out!"

The two figures flickered, transforming into two streaks of light that disappeared into the night.

The remaining members of the Zhao royal family, regardless of age or gender.

Regardless of their relationship to the family, they were all searched out and eliminated one by one.

Within a mere half-hour, the royal bloodline of the Great Zhao Dynasty, which had been preserved for hundreds of years, was restored.

They were completely wiped out, and no one survived.

The news reached the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty the following morning.

Murong Yuan sat in his military tent and received a message by carrier pigeon overnight.

After reading the secret report, he remained silent for a long time before slowly placing the note on the table.

My fingertips pressed lightly on the paper, holding on for a long time.

Seeing his father's appearance, Murong Hao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Father, has something happened?"

Murong Yuan raised his head, his gaze complex.

"The entire royal family of Zhao... was wiped out by Wang Long."

Murong Hao opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Murong Yuan was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice.

"From this day forward, I fear no one will dare to make a move around the Great Qian region."

"This Wang Long, all by himself, has overturned the entire power structure of the Southern Territory."

After dealing with the Zhao royal family.

Wang Long casually put the two corpses, Liu Changfeng and Liu Wuhen, into his storage ring, and stood side by side with Ye Niannu on the broken dome.

The night wind howled, fluttering the robes of the two.

"Let's go to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

Wang Long's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

All those who have harmed the Great Qian must pay the price!

Ye Niannu turned her head and glanced at him with a smile.

Without asking any further questions, he simply nodded slightly.

The two figures blurred into two streaks of light and sped towards the mountains in the southwest of Great Zhao.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is located in a range of mountains only a few hundred miles from the Great Zhao Dynasty. The mountains are steep and shrouded in mist.

Although the sect is not among the top in the Eastern Region, it is still a force to be reckoned with in the Southern Region.

The sect has tens of thousands of disciples, more than a dozen elders, and its sect leader is a true Supreme Realm expert.

The night was not yet completely over, and the main hall of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was brightly lit.

Sect Master Liu Yuanzheng sat at the head of the table with a solemn expression, while seven elders sat below him, each with a different expression.

They had just received news that the two Saint Realm elders, Liu Changfeng and Liu Wuhen, who were sent to Da Zhao, along with the ten Grandmasters, had all lost contact.

"The soul lamp has gone out."

Liu Yuan's voice was low and deep, filled with barely suppressed anger.

"The soul lamps of Wuhen and Changfeng went out one after another."

The hall was deathly silent.

"To be able to kill two Saint Realm experts at the same time, the opponent's strength must be at least at the Supreme Realm."

An elder spoke cautiously.

"Sect Master, this is something that a small country in the Southern Territory probably couldn't accomplish. Could there be other forces involved?"

Just as Liu Yuan was about to speak, a loud bang suddenly came from above.

boom!

The dome of the council hall shattered with a loud crash, and broken tiles and wooden beams rained down.

The people inside the hall rose in shock and looked up.

Two figures descended slowly from the shattered dome, their robes spotless and their demeanor composed; they were Wang Long and Ye Niannu.

The moment Wang Long landed, he raised his hand and swung it, throwing out two figures.

It crashed heavily onto the ground in the center of the hall, rolling twice before stopping.

It was the corpses of Liu Changfeng and Liu Wuhen.

The gasps of surprise inside the hall abruptly ceased.

All the elders stared intently at the two corpses, their pupils suddenly contracting and their faces turning deathly pale.

Liu Yuan suddenly stood up, bracing himself on the table in front of him with both hands, his knuckles turning white, his voice hoarse and angry.

"Who...who are you?! How dare you kill an elder of my Ten Thousand Swords Sect!"

Wang Long stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the people in the hall indifferently, his tone calm.

"These two joined forces with foreign powers, intending to destroy my Great Qian. I killed them; what's the problem?"

Liu Yuan laughed in anger, his spiritual power surging suddenly, and his Supreme Realm aura crashed down on Wang Long like a tidal wave.

"What arrogance! You killed members of my Ten Thousand Swords Sect and still dare to trespass into my sect! If I don't tear you two to pieces today, what face will my Ten Thousand Swords Sect have left!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm, which was wrapped in violent spiritual power, straight towards the top of the king's head!

The palm strike was fierce, tearing the air apart with a sharp whistling sound.

Just as the palm strike was about to land, Ye Niannu took a small step forward.

She didn't even raise her hand; she simply released a wisp of her aura casually.

The aura, though seemingly thin, was like a thousand mountains pressing down at once, instantly crushing Liu Yuan's palm strike along with the spiritual energy around him.

Liu Yuan's face turned pale instantly. He felt as if he had been hit by an invisible wall, staggering back several steps until his back slammed hard against the pillar behind him with a dull thud.

He steadied himself by holding onto a pillar, raised his head, and looked up in disbelief.

"Supreme Realm?!"