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

Wang Long unleashed his aura without reservation, like a towering mountain pressing down on everyone's heads.

That oppressive aura was pure and boundless, carrying a soul-chilling sense of pressure that forced the black mist that Kui Yuan had just enveloped the entire Primordial Holy Palace back three zhang.

The entire square fell silent instantly.

Those disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace who had already given up hope stood frozen in place, looking up at Wang Long, their lips moving but unable to utter a sound.

They could feel that the aura emanating from Wang Long's body was even stronger than the pressure that Kui Yuan had exerted on them earlier.

That wasn't the early stage of Heavenly Sovereign, nor the middle stage, but... the peak of Heavenly Sovereign!

Xuanzhen Daoist stood beside Ye Wushuang. His injuries made him unable to stand steadily, but at this moment he almost forgot the pain. His cloudy old eyes were fixed on Wang Long's back, and his voice was hoarse and trembling.

"The Heavenly...Peak of the Heavenly Supreme?!"

Is that correct?

What kind of secret technique allows someone to continuously increase their strength, going directly from the Saint Realm to the peak of the Heavenly Supreme Realm?!

Am I dreaming?

Such an incredible secret technique, everyone present wanted it!

Behind Xuanzhen Daoist, Xu Ming and several elders looked at each other, their shock almost solidifying.

Xu Ming's lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out a complete sentence.

"The last time he used a secret technique to advance, he was only at the mid-stage of the Heavenly Sovereign realm. How could he have advanced so much...?"

He didn't continue, because the answer was already clearly laid out before him.

Kui Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the composure and arrogance on his face shattered completely at that moment.

He turned his head sharply to look at Kui San not far behind him, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger and questioning.

"Kui San! Didn't you say he was only a half-saint? Didn't you say it was a temporary boost from some kind of secret technique?!"

"What's going on here!?"

Kui San stood at the back, his face ashen and his whole body trembling.

He opened his mouth as if trying to explain something, but couldn't utter a single word.

He had personally witnessed Wang Long unleash the pressure of a Heavenly Sovereign in the Primordial Holy Palace, but that aura was clearly at the level of a newly entered Heavenly Sovereign, far from reaching this level.

He clearly remembered that Wang Long's foundation was weak and his aura was unstable, which must have been forcibly elevated by some external force.

But now, that aura is as solid as refined iron that has been forged through countless hammerings, and there is no trace of its fragility left.

Kui San's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

A muffled sound came from his throat, and he finally managed to squeeze out only one sentence.

"This subordinate...this subordinate doesn't know either..."

Kuiyuan didn't look at him again.

His gaze was fixed on Wang Long, his face so dark it seemed as if ink could drip from it.

After breaking through to the peak of the Heavenly Supreme, he no longer took the Primordial Holy Palace seriously, let alone Wang Long, who could only improve his realm through external forces.

But at this moment, that aura that was truly on the same level as him, or even slightly suppressed him, struck him hard across the face like a resounding slap.

"Great...very good!"

Kui Yuan's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with barely suppressed anger and apprehension.

"It seems I underestimated you!"

Wang Long stood with his hands behind his back, nine celestial sword lights slowly swirling around him, the golden light casting an ever-changing glow on his face.

He looked at Kuiyuan, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters.

"I overestimated you. The dignified Sect Master of the Puppet Spirit Sect actually took advantage of my absence to ambush a group of juniors. Puppet Yuan, you certainly lived up to your 'glory' title as a peak Heavenly Supreme!"

Kui Yuan's expression turned even uglier.

He stopped wasting words with Wang Long and turned to look at Zheng Yuan, his voice low and urgent.

"Zheng Yuan, leave this man to me! No matter how powerful his secret techniques are, he can't last long! You go and capture Ye Wushuang and Xuanzhen. As long as the people from the Primordial Holy Palace are in our hands, he can't cause any trouble!"

Zheng Yuan stood beside Kui Yuan, his face, which had originally held a somewhat composed sneer, was now completely frozen.

Upon hearing Kui Yuan's words, his lips twitched, and his face turned even more ashen than if he had eaten shit.

Why should a Heavenly Sovereign like him deal with Ye Wushuang and Xuanzhen Daoist, both Heavenly Sovereigns?

One is a newly ascended Heavenly Sovereign, and the other is a veteran Heavenly Sovereign. Even though Ye Wushuang and Xuanzhen are already injured, it is still two Heavenly Sovereigns joining forces!

Zheng Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to curse, and nodded with a forced smile.

"I... will do my best."

Wang Long's peak Heavenly Supreme strength is unmatched by anyone except Kui Yuan.

Compared to this, the two Heavenly Sovereigns are much easier to deal with.

Kui Yuan didn't look at him again. He raised his hand and flipped it over, and a thick black mist, almost solidified, surged from his palm.

The mist rapidly condensed, stretched, and deformed in his palm, transforming into a completely black humanoid puppet.

The puppet was about ten feet tall, covered in fine black scales. It had no facial features, only two eerie green spots that looked like eyes.

It exuded a decaying and chilling aura, and the oppressive feeling was no less than that of an early-stage Heavenly Sovereign!

"My Nine Nether Puppet hasn't really made a move in a long time."

Kui Yuan's voice turned cold, and his gaze fell on Wang Long with an almost morbid expectation.

"Today, I'll test its edge with you!"

Before the words were even finished, the black puppet moved.

Its speed was astonishing. It left an afterimage in its original position and appeared in front of Wang Long in the next instant. The huge black fist, wrapped with a cold and bone-chilling wind, slammed straight towards Wang Long's face!

Wang Long did not retreat.

He raised his hand and summoned nine Heavenly Gang Sword Lights, which instantly converged in front of him, transforming into a golden light shield that precisely met the black fist.

boom!!!

The fist and shield collided with a deafening roar. Golden light and black mist exploded at the point of impact, transforming into visible shockwaves that spread outwards.

Several layers of bluestone slabs on the ground were blown away, and gravel flew everywhere. The disciples around were forced to retreat repeatedly by the shockwave.

Wang Long remained completely still.

He felt the impact transmitted through the sword and shield, his expression unchanged, but he had already made up his mind.

This puppet is indeed powerful, but it is still far inferior to the puppet's original strength.

Kui Yuan said that this puppet was at the early stage of Heavenly Sovereign, but when it actually fought, it could only barely touch the threshold of Heavenly Sovereign.

"Little Chirp!"

Wang Long shouted.

Little Chirp flapped its wings suddenly, and its golden figure shot straight at the black puppet like a streak of light.

It was faster than the puppet, its golden claws wreathed in scorching flames as it gripped the puppet's shoulder, leaving three deep scorch marks on its black scales.

The puppet emitted a low hum and paused slightly.

The little chick struck successfully, but did not linger. Instead, it flapped its wings and quickly created distance, circling the puppet and looking for an opportunity to attack again.

At the same time, Xiao Xian'er floated out of the Heavenly Gang Sword and landed on Wang Long's shoulder, her little face full of solemnity.

"Master, this puppet's defense is stronger than it looks. Little Chick's claw only broke the skin and failed to damage the core."