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

The literary and spiritual energies intertwined and slowly swirled around Wang Long, with golden light flowing endlessly across his body.

He could feel the overwhelming pressure coming at him, like a colossal mountain about to topple over, causing every muscle in his body to tense instinctively.

The aura of the puppet was much stronger than before, and the aura of the Nine Nether Puppet was also firmly at the peak of the Heavenly Sovereign.

When these two forces unite, it becomes suffocating.

Wang Long stood still, showing no intention of retreating.

He took a deep breath, and the Emperor Seed within his body trembled slightly at that moment, releasing a warm and profound power that flowed through his meridians to his limbs and bones.

The Chaotic Dao Body operated on its own to its limit, with spiritual power and literary energy intertwining and swirling within its body, forming an impenetrable cycle.

He raised his hand, and nine celestial sword lights converged in his palm, transforming into a long sword with golden and black patterns flowing throughout its body, the tip of which pointed straight ahead.

"You're nothing but a heretic and evil sect. Even if you destroy your own foundation and forcibly extract everyone's cultivation to feed yourself, it's ultimately just drinking poison to quench your thirst."

Wang Long's indifferent voice echoed in the night wind.

"Your strength is nothing special."

Kui Yuan's face darkened, and he let out a sneer.

"I, the sect leader, will see how long you can hold out!"

Everyone is curious about the time limit for Wang Long's advancement in cultivation level, as there are still no signs of him weakening, which is truly puzzling.

If everyone knew that he could maintain his strength for 12 hours, I wonder what their expressions would be.

With a flicker of his body, Kui Yuan, enveloped in dark purple mist, charged straight at Wang Long like a ghost.

Beside him, the Nine Nether Puppet also moved, its enormous black figure following closely behind, flanking from both sides, completely blocking all of Wang Long's escape routes!

The people on the ground only saw a blur before their eyes, and the two figures had already collided.

The golden sword light and the dark purple mist collided fiercely in the night sky, producing a deafening roar.

Each impact leaves a visible ripple in the sky, like a boulder thrown into a lake, causing ripples to spread outwards.

Where the ripples passed, even the clouds were torn apart.

Wang Long fought two opponents alone, his sword light swirling around him to form an impenetrable golden barrier, blocking every attack from Kui Yuan three feet away.

His figure moved swiftly between the two attacks, sometimes dodging the Nine Nether Puppet's heavy punches, and sometimes forcing back the Puppet Yuan's pursuit with a backhand sword.

However, the cooperation between Kuiyuan and Jiuyou Kui became increasingly seamless.

The Nine Nether Puppet launched a frontal assault, using its heavy fists and massive size to suppress Wang Long's evasive space.

Kui Yuan launched a vicious attack from the side and behind, the dark purple mist constantly entwining and eroding the golden light around Wang Long as if it were alive.

Within a few breaths, Wang Long had been forced back more than ten feet.

He felt the power surging from the Emperor Seed within him slowly dwindling. His brow furrowed slightly, but he remained calm.

He knew that Kuiyuan's condition wasn't much better than his.

Although Kui Yuan's aura was powerful, it carried an unstable restlessness.

The forcibly extracted power surged through his meridians like an untamed beast, gradually eroding his very foundation.

Each of Kui Yuan's attacks carried a hint of impatient frenzy, as if he were using brute force to cover up a vulnerability that was rapidly collapsing.

A very faint smile appeared on Wang Long's lips.

He was waiting for that opportunity.

Below, Zheng Yuan's situation is equally dire.

He was already at a clear disadvantage under the combined attack of Ye Wushuang and Xuanzhen Daoist.

Although Ye Wushuang's sword light was slightly dimmed due to his injuries, it was still sharp and precise.

Although Xuanzhen Daoist's left arm was crippled, his attacks with his right hand became more and more vicious, as if he wanted to unleash all the anger he had been accumulating on Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan's robes were already torn in many places, and there was a deep sword wound on his left arm that exposed the bone, with blood dripping down his sleeve.

He gritted his teeth, forced back Ye Wushuang's attack with a single slash, and then dodged Xuanzhen Daoist's palm strike. He staggered back several steps, almost unable to stand.

Zheng Yuan raised his head and looked at the dark purple figure fighting with Wang Long in mid-air, his expression growing increasingly grim.

He really wanted to slip away now; continuing to fight was meaningless for the Tianyan Sect.

Kui Yuan pressed down on Wang Long with all his might. The power of a half-step Emperor Realm surged within him. Every attack he made was a full-force strike, but he was still unable to completely defeat Wang Long.

He could sense that although Wang Long's aura was suppressed, it had not dissipated.

Like a piece of iron that has been repeatedly forged, it may appear deformed from the hammering, but each hammer blow makes it stronger than the last.

A sense of irritation welled up in Kui Yuan's heart.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer. The forcibly extracted power was eroding his meridians at a visible rate, and his foundation was loosening little by little.

If he cannot end the battle in a short time, even if he wins, he will not be able to recover to his peak condition for the next few years or even decades.

That's enough!

Kui Yuan suddenly roared and retreated several feet, forming hand seals. The dark purple mist around him surged as if boiling.

"Nine Nether Puppet, combine!"

The Nine Nether Puppet's figure suddenly paused, then transformed into a dark purple stream of light, shooting rapidly towards the direction of the Puppet Master, striking his chest, and merging into his body.

Kui Yuan's body shuddered violently, and a dazzling dark purple light burst forth from his body.

Those purplish-black lines spread wildly across his skin, covering his entire body, including his cheeks and forehead, in the blink of an eye.

His body swelled again, his limbs became thicker, and his nails extended into sharp claws. He no longer looked like a human, but more like a monster twisted by some kind of force.

His aura surged once again at this moment, barely touching the peak of the half-step Emperor Realm, only a thin barrier away from the true Emperor Realm.

His pupils were now only a dark red, and the light of reason was being eroded and devoured by that violent power.

"I have said it before... Today, the Primordial Holy Palace will be destroyed!"

His voice seemed to come from the depths of the earth, hoarse and heavy, each word carrying a destructive power.

He raised his hand, his five fingers joined together, and slashed down fiercely at Wang Long, a dark purple blade of light shooting out from his fingertips.

It transformed into a massive arc in the air, carrying a destructive aura, and slashed straight down towards the top of the king's head!

Wang Long's pupils contracted slightly.

He could sense that the power contained within that blade of light had reached the critical point that he could withstand in his current state.

He took a deep breath and did not flinch.

He raised his right hand, his fingers slightly bent, palm facing upwards.

Deep within his brow, the golden light of merit left by Xi Ning shone faintly at this moment, as if responding to his call, releasing a warm and boundless power.