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

"I never expected you could push me to this point."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his arms, and the surging black mist around him suddenly began to flow backward.

It was as if he had been suddenly sucked back from the depths of something unseen, and all of it had entered his body.

Kui Yuan's originally emaciated body began to swell, his bones made a "crackling" sound, and a layer of fine dark purple patterns appeared on his skin.

It felt like something was seeping out from deep within the blood.

"You think you've already won?"

Kui Yuan raised his head, and in his jet-black pupils, a near-mad red light surged.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together in front of his chest, interlocking his fingers to form a strange hand seal.

A deep, thunderous hum resounded from the depths of his body, as if something long dormant was being forcibly awakened.

The next instant, Kui Yuan suddenly opened his mouth, and a stream of dark red blood spurted from the tip of his tongue, exploding in the air and turning into a thick blood mist.

The blood mist did not dissipate, but spread rapidly like a living thing, enveloping Kui Yuan completely, and extending in all directions along the purple threads that emanated from his body.

Those purplish-black threads, as thin as hair, remained motionless in the night wind, like precise pipes descending from the sky and connecting to all the disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect below.

Kui San, who was standing behind, was still shocked by Wang Long's combat power. At this moment, he suddenly felt a very thin and cool touch coming from the back of his neck.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the purplish-black thread that had somehow gotten tangled up around him, and his whole body stiffened abruptly.

His pupils contracted sharply, his face drained of color instantly, and his voice became so shrill it almost distorted.

"Sect Master! No! Sect Master! We can still..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

In an instant, he felt his spiritual power, blood and qi, and even his soul being frantically drawn away by that thread.

Like a flood bursting its banks, it surged continuously into Kui Yuan's body.

He tried to struggle and cut the thread, but his limbs seemed frozen, and he couldn't move even a finger.

"No...no! Sect Master! Your subordinate is utterly loyal to you!"

"Sect Master, spare my life! I don't want to die!"

"Please! I've cultivated for hundreds of years to get to this point..."

Pleading, crying, and cursing rang out from the ranks of the Puppet Spirit Sect disciples.

Some people tried to cut the thread, only to find that their prized magical artifacts dimmed and became like scrap metal the moment they touched the thread.

Some tried to escape, but after only two steps they collapsed to the ground, their bodies quickly shriveling up.

One by one, those figures fell, their skin sunken, their eye sockets deep-set, like withered trees that had been drained of all moisture.

Kui Yi knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling violently. He no longer had the strength to shout. His lips moved, making indistinct "hoho" sounds.

Kui Er collapsed beside him, the string of bone beads in his hand already scattered on the ground. His face was ashen, and his open eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

This is why there are so few powerful figures in the Puppet Spirit Sect; most of them have had their power drained by the Puppet Yuan.

The previous sect leader of the Puppet Spirit Sect was killed by Puppet Yuan in the same way.

In the blink of an eye, all the disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect had turned into withered corpses, lying haphazardly on the square and mountain path.

The purplish-black threads slowly retracted from their bodies, carrying the last trace of power, and disappeared into the puppet's body.

At the same time, the Nine Nether Puppet that had been entangled by Xiao Qiu and Xiao Xian'er suddenly burst out with a dazzling dark purple light.

The spiritual energy, blood essence, and even the core of their puppets that had been extracted from the disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect flowed into the Nine Nether Puppet's body like rivers flowing into the sea.

The scorch marks on its body caused by the little bird quickly healed, and more intricate patterns appeared on the surface of its scales.

Its size continued to expand, climbing from about ten feet tall to several feet tall, and its aura surged from the early stage of Heavenly Sovereign until it just touched the threshold of the peak of Heavenly Sovereign before slowly stopping.

At this moment, Kui Yuan's aura completely broke through that constraint.

A powerful and heavy pressure erupted from his body, pressing down in all directions as if it were a tangible force.

The shattered bluestone slabs were crushed and cracked again, and the surrounding spirit trees swayed wildly in the wind, some even breaking off at the roots and crashing down.

That oppressive aura was more than twice as strong as before.

That's the aura of a half-step Emperor!

Kui Yuan slowly opened his eyes. His pupils had turned completely dark red, with countless tiny black lines writhing deep within them.

A sickly redness appeared on his face, and his lips slowly parted to reveal an almost manic smile.

"I never wanted things to come to this..."

Kui Yuan's voice became low and hoarse, with a metallic quality that echoed in the night wind and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"I originally intended to save this power until I reached the Emperor Realm, but you... forced me to reveal this trump card ahead of time."

"You ruined my path to becoming an Emperor!"

His tone was full of madness.

Cutting off someone's path to promotion is like killing their parents.

Kui Yuan and Wang Long are now locked in a life-or-death struggle!

If I don't kill Wang Long today, I swear I'm not human!

Kui Yuan slowly raised his hand, his five fingers spread open, then slowly clenched, feeling the immense power within his body that was almost overflowing. His smile became increasingly ferocious.

"Now, I, the sect master, want to see what else you can use to stop me."

The Nine Nether Puppet slowly landed beside him, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

The two auras of half-step Emperor Realm intertwined, like two invisible mountains, causing the entire Primordial Sacred Palace to tremble slightly.

Below, the faces of the disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace, whose hopes had just been rekindled, turned deathly pale once again.

Some people dropped their swords with a clang, while others' legs went weak and they could barely stand.

Master Xuanzhen gripped his dislocated left arm, his expression extremely grave.

Xu Ming's knees went weak, and he barely managed to stand by holding onto a broken pillar beside him.

Ye Wushuang gripped the longsword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, but his gaze remained calm.

She turned her head and glanced at Ye Niannu not far away.

Ye Niannu looked up at the golden figure in mid-air, her peach blossom eyes filled with calm trust, not fear.

Half-step Emperor Realm, a realm that inspires despair.

Wang Long hovered in mid-air, nine beams of celestial sword light

No one at the scene knew how to win.

Zheng Hao was not happy at all; his expression was very serious.

Having reached this level, Kuiyuan is no longer qualified to cooperate with the other party for mutual benefit.

They'll only be used as cannon fodder.

The Tianyan Sect has already offended the Taichu Sacred Palace to the death, and there is absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.

Zheng Yuan is now truly caught in the middle.