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

Just as the dark purple orb in Kui Yuan's hand was about to leave his grasp, a clear and firm voice suddenly rang in Wang Long's mind.

"Master, don't panic! I'm here!"

It was Xiaoxian'er's voice, urgent and firm, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

"Little Fairy has mobilized all the power within the Celestial Palace!"

"Master, just keep hitting! Little Fairy will support you!"

The next instant, the Immortal Palace mark on the back of Wang Long's hand suddenly lit up.

A deep purple light surged from the mark, like a river bursting its banks, flowing back into the meridians and refilling the depleted meridians in Wang Long's body.

That power was more profound and refined than before, carrying an almost instinctive affinity, as if it were originally a part of his body.

At the same time, the Emperor Seed within his body trembled violently, and the fine texture on its surface suddenly shattered!

The seed broke through the shell, and a tender seedling with a pale golden sheen emerged from it.

The seedling was only an inch long, yet it exuded an ancient and magnificent aura.

Like the first ray of life at the beginning of time, it carries an undeniable majesty.

The seedling's roots spread rapidly through Wang Long's meridians, intertwining with the spiritual power and literary energy within his body, fully absorbing, transforming, and purifying the power surging from the Immortal Palace.

Then, it was re-infused into his limbs and bones in an even purer form.

Wang Long's aura surged dramatically at that moment.

The layer of golden light that was sliding down stabilized again, rising fiercely around him like a rekindled flame.

Just as Kui Yuan was about to release the dark purple ball of light from his hand, he suddenly felt a chilling pressure emanating from the golden figure opposite him.

His movements suddenly froze, and the ecstasy in his eyes was replaced by a look of astonishment and uncertainty.

"...What happened?!"

He instinctively tried to speed up his attack, but it was too late.

Wang Long slowly raised his head, and in his cloudy old eyes, a kind of unfathomable light that Kui Yuan had never seen before was surging.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently shook hands with Kui Yuan.

An invisible force, like a giant hand, surged from all directions, grabbing Kui Yuan along with the dark purple ball of light that was still in his hand.

The ferocious smile on Kui Yuan's face froze completely.

He struggled desperately, only to find that his body was as if nailed to mid-air, and even moving a finger became extremely difficult.

Wang Long's aura was rising at a visible speed.

It only stopped slowly when it reached the peak of the half-step Emperor Realm, on par with Kui Yuan.

However, the solidity of that aura was several times stronger than the power that Kui Yuan had forcibly pieced together.

Kui Yuan's expression finally changed completely.

He opened his mouth, a muffled sound coming from his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but found that even his voice was being suppressed by that invisible pressure.

On the ground, Zheng Yuan's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

The dark gold longsword in his hand trembled violently, and several more cracks appeared on its blade.

He raised his head and looked at the figure in mid-air that had once again radiated brilliant golden light, with only one thought in his mind.

It’s over.

It's really over.

Zheng Yuan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

The fighting spirit that had just been so hard to ignite vanished completely, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it from head to toe.

Xuanzhen Daoist looked up and saw the golden light that had been re-condensed around Wang Long. He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Great!"

His laughter was hoarse and unrestrained, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster. It made Xu Ming, who was standing next to him, hear the ringing in his ears, but he also grinned.

Standing beside Ye Niannu, Ye Wushuang saw the golden light that had rekindled on Wang Long's face, and the fingers that had been tightly gripping the sword hilt finally loosened a little.

Ye Niannu tilted her head back, her peach blossom eyes filled with bright, sparkling laughter, her voice murmuring with a hint of pride.

"I knew it... my lord wouldn't lose."

In mid-air, Kui Yuan was still struggling desperately, with dark purple mist churning wildly around him, trying to break free from the shackles of that invisible force.

But each struggle only made that force tighten its grip.

True resentment and fear finally surfaced in his dark red pupils.

"You... what are you... how could you possibly..."

Wang Long looked at him calmly, but his voice was as cold as ice.

"Kui Yuan, you forcibly raised your cultivation level by using evil techniques, treating all the disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect as nourishment. You even devoured your own people without hesitation. A person like you does not deserve to stand here."

He raised his hand, and nine celestial sword lights converged in his palm, transforming into a giant golden sword of light.

"Today, I will avenge those you killed, those unjustly murdered disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect, and settle this debt!"

Kui Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, almost shattering into pieces.

He let out a hysterical roar, using all his strength to ignite the last bit of power within him!

Dark purple light burned wildly on his body, enveloping him in a huge, expanding dark purple fireball.

"You ruined my path to becoming an Emperor, and I'll drag you down to hell with me!"

"I will drag the entire Primordial Holy Palace down with me!!"

He let out a final, frantic roar.

The sound pierced through the night sky of the Primordial Holy Palace, like a final wail from the depths of hell.

Dark purple light exploded from his body, spreading wildly in all directions like a tidal wave bursting its banks!

The disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace on the ground changed their expressions drastically. Some retreated in fear, while others subconsciously raised their spiritual weapons to try to defend themselves.

Even Xuanzhen Daoist and Ye Wushuang couldn't care less about Zheng Yuan anymore, and turned their attention to the rapidly expanding dark purple ball of light in mid-air.

Zheng Yuan's face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively retreated dozens of feet.

The self-destruction of a peak Heavenly Sovereign is enough to raze the entire Primordial Sacred Palace, along with everything within a radius of dozens of miles, to the ground!

"It's over..."

Someone murmured in despair.

Just as that dark purple light was about to expand to its critical point.

Deep within Wang Long's consciousness, that warm and peaceful light suddenly shone for a moment.

Xi Ning woke up from her deep sleep.

Her voice was soft, yet it rang clearly in Wang Long's mind.

"So noisy, disturbing my peaceful sleep!"

An invisible force, like a transparent ripple, spread out from between Wang Long's eyebrows.

The ripples were incredibly fast, and just before the dark purple light was about to explode, they precisely struck the core of Kui Yuan's violently trembling primordial spirit.

Kui Yuan's body suddenly stiffened.

The expanding dark purple light seemed to have been paused.

In Kui Yuan's dark red pupils, the surging madness and killing intent froze completely in an instant, then shattered inch by inch like a sand sculpture being weathered, revealing a pair of empty and bewildered eyes beneath.

He opened his mouth, making a muffled "hoarse" sound as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

His body, starting from between his eyebrows, vanished silently.