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

The atmosphere in the valley suddenly became tense.

The men in black reacted extremely quickly, scattering themselves the instant Wang Long landed and surrounding him in a semi-circle.

The leader had put away the dark blue object in his hand, replaced by a short blade with a dark red sheen, the tip of which swirled with strange patterns in the twilight.

"A mere sacred place dares to ruin our plans?"

The leader of the men in black had a hoarse voice, as if he was deliberately lowering his voice, but he couldn't hide the contempt and arrogance that came from his very bones.

He glanced at Wang Long, a cold smile curving his lips, as if he were looking at prey that had foolishly walked into a trap.

Do you even know who we are?

Wang Long did not answer his question, his gaze falling on the rock behind him.

The dark blue patterns were slowly fading, but a faint energy fluctuation remained.

He could sense that the way the patterns were formed was different from any array he had ever seen before, carrying a rough and hasty deliberate feel.

"You are artificially creating cracks."

Wang Long's voice was calm, showing no sign of fear despite the other party's threat.

The man in black was clearly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected that this Saint Realm cultivator would not only not run away, but also dare to expose their actions to their face.

He remained silent for a moment, then let out a cold laugh, the dark red dagger in his hand drawing an arc in the twilight.

Knowing too much is not good for you.

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

The dark red dagger, imbued with violent spiritual power, left a trail of afterimages in the air as it aimed straight for Wang Long's throat.

The aura of the Supreme Realm erupted instantly, like an invisible mountain, pressing the surrounding air almost solid.

It was incredibly fast, so fast that it left only a blurry, dark red trail before appearing in front of Wang Long.

Wang Long did not retreat.

He didn't even make a dodging motion; he simply turned slightly to the side, and golden, righteous energy condensed in his palm, precisely meeting the dark red blade.

clang!

A crisp clang of metal clashing exploded in the twilight. Golden light and dark red spiritual energy intertwined and tore at the point of impact, and the shockwave spread outwards like ripples, sending pebbles and withered leaves flying several feet off the ground.

The man in black's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body involuntarily took half a step back. His hand went numb, and the short blade almost slipped from his grasp.

He steadied himself, and for the first time, a genuine shock appeared in his eyes.

"You...you're not from the Holy Land?"

His voice carried a hint of uncertainty, and his expression was even more somber than before.

Although that attack was just a test, he did not hold back. With his Supreme Realm cultivation, even a casual strike would be enough to leave a Saint Realm cultivator in a sorry state.

Wang Long not only caught it, but also stood still without moving an inch, not even raising the hem of his clothes.

"Who exactly are you?"

Wang Long didn't answer him, but slightly moved his wrist.

He could feel that the force of that attack was indeed stronger than he had expected, but it was far from being too much for him to handle.

The Chaos Dao Body operated on its own, and spiritual energy and literary energy flowed smoothly through the meridians. The feeling of gradually adapting to the opponent's rhythm in battle made his mind more and more calm.

Since the other party has offered themselves up as a whetstone, he might as well make good use of this opportunity.

He needs to hone his skills and refine his abilities; he can't always rely on external forces.

"Again!"

Wang Long spoke, his tone calm, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.

The man in black was thoroughly enraged by his nonchalant attitude. The surprise and doubt in his eyes were quickly replaced by anger, and he gritted his teeth.

The short blade in his hand glowed with a dark red light once more, even more intensely than before.

"court death!"

He moved with lightning speed, appearing beside Wang Long like a ghost. His short blade slashed three times in mid-air, the three dark red blade lights like intersecting blood claws, simultaneously blocking Wang Long's retreat from three different angles.

Wang Long raised his hand, and nine golden sword lights flew out from his side, precisely meeting the three blade lights.

The golden sword light and the dark red blade light collided fiercely in the air, producing three crisp explosions in succession. The shockwaves surged, sending the rubble on the ground flying again.

The man in black pressed forward relentlessly, his attacks growing increasingly fierce. The short blade in his hand was like a torrential downpour of dark red rain, enveloping the space within several feet of Wang Long.

His speed was indeed fast, and his moves were indeed fierce. The pressure of the Supreme Realm followed him down relentlessly, attempting to crush him with the advantage of his realm.

However, Wang Long's aura remained calm, with golden light flowing around him. With the support of his Chaotic Dao Body, he used slowness to overcome speed.

He used stillness to control movement, each block was perfectly timed, and each counterattack struck precisely at the gaps in the opponent's attack.

He is adapting.

He felt his reactions were gradually accelerating, and the coordination between his righteous energy and the Heavenly Gang Sword Light was becoming increasingly smooth.

Those moments when he should have been suppressed by the opponent's superior level became opportunities for him to hone his combat skills.

After about several dozen breaths, the man in black finally showed a barely perceptible sign of fatigue in his attack.

His breathing was a little more rapid than before, and the short blade in his hand was slightly hot after several clashes.

He realized that he had been unable to break through for a long time and was starting to get impatient.

Wang Long, however, remained as calm and composed as ever.

"That's enough!"

Wang Long said something in a low voice, as if he had already gotten the answer he wanted.

He took a small half-step back, his figure swaying gently in the twilight.

The man in black thought he was about to retreat and was about to give chase when he suddenly felt an even greater pressure descend from the sky, enveloping him completely as if it were a tangible force.

His movements suddenly froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up at the sky.

A gigantic golden figure had somehow appeared above them, its golden wings spreading out to obscure the last rays of twilight.

Those golden vertical pupils were like two blazing suns, looking down upon everything below.

The little chirp let out a low and clear cry, releasing the pressure of the Supreme Realm without reservation. Like an invisible mountain, it pressed down on the man in black and his companions behind him, causing them to hunch over.

The man in black's expression changed instantly.

"A supreme-level spirit beast?!"

Before he could even finish speaking and react, a figure in light blue stepped out from the shadows behind him.

Ye Niannu lowered her spirit sword slightly, the tip of the sword leaving a shallow mark on the ground, and the aura of the Supreme Realm was released, unhurried but equally clear and heavy.

The man in black felt as if he were being enveloped by an immense force pressing down from all directions. His gaze swept back and forth between Wang Long, Ye Niannu, and Xiao Qiu, and the expression on his face quickly changed from shock to disbelief, and then from disbelief to a kind of absurd bewilderment.

"You...you're a Saint Realm cultivator, leading two Supreme Realm cultivators?"