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

Wang Long looked out at the horizon beyond the rock crevice, which was being dyed by twilight, and said in a low voice.

"The first day isn't over yet, and the other party hasn't fully reacted."

"Starting tomorrow, they won't be so easy to catch anymore."

Chen Yuanzhi scratched his head.

"So what do we do tomorrow? Change our approach?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Get some rest tonight."

Wang Long withdrew his gaze, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his spiritual perception still maintained a faint spread, covering an area of ​​several dozen feet around the rock crevice.

He didn't fall asleep; he simply allowed his body and meridians to slowly recover from the depletion through quiet breathing.

The two agreed that it made sense; eliminating one person was better than nothing, and the others didn't matter.

the other side.

Ye Niannu stood on a high branch of an ancient tree, her robes fluttering gently in the evening breeze, and the spirit sword in her hand gleaming with a cold light.

In front of her, several Western Region cultivators were running desperately, panting heavily, without even the courage to look back.

They had been running for almost half an hour, and their spiritual energy was almost exhausted.

Ye Niannu not only wasn't tired at all, but she chased even faster.

"Are those people from the Eastern Region human or ghosts...? They still have energy after running for so long?"

"Forget about it! Run! If she catches us, we're done for!"

When Ye Niannu chased them past the last ridge, the group of people had collapsed to the ground, exhausted and panting heavily.

Ye Niannu stopped in front of them, smiling slowly and deliberately.

"Why are you running away? I'm not going to eat you."

"Um... the flag we just stole, it's in your hands, right?"

The cultivators from the Western Regions were so frightened by her smiling gaze as she squatted down in front of them and asked questions that they almost burst into tears.

On the viewing platform, an elder from the Central Region viewing area stared at the light blue dot on the map that was moving rapidly. He remained silent for a while before finally whispering something.

"Where on earth did these two monsters come from in this year's Eastern Region?"

The Western Region cultivators leaned against a crooked tree, supporting each other. Their spiritual energy was almost completely drained, and their foreheads were covered in sweat.

The man in the lead looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a rugged face, one arm bare, and a silver-gray wolf head tattooed on his shoulder.

He braced himself on his knees, took a few deep breaths, raised his head, and stared intently at Ye Niannu. His voice was hoarse, but it carried a fierce intensity that only comes from being driven to the brink of despair.

"You woman from the Eastern Region, you've been chasing us for almost an hour! Even if I die, I'll take you down with me!"

Several of his companions also looked up, their eyes replacing the initial fear with a resolute determination.

Some people gripped the broken blade tightly in their hands, while others poured the last half bottle of Rejuvenation Pills into their mouths and swallowed them without even chewing.

Then, gritting his teeth, he stood up, his legs still trembling, but he didn't take another step back.

Upon seeing this, Ye Niannu not only did not restrain herself, but instead smiled even more deeply.

She tilted her head, like a hunter observing the prey's final struggle.

"Oh? You're not running anymore? That's perfect, I'm tired of chasing you too."

The spirit sword in her hand gleamed with a clear, cold light in the twilight.

The man roared and charged forward first.

The crimson longsword in his hand had already been cracked in several places by Ye Niannu, but now it was carrying all the remaining spiritual power he had and was slashing down at Ye Niannu!

The blade flashed fiercely, carrying a ruthless, desperate spirit.

Ye Niannu did not dodge. She simply turned slightly to the side, letting the blade slash down three inches in front of her. She then raised her hand and flicked her finger, sending a fine thread of spiritual energy coiling around the man's wrist like a serpent.

The man felt a sudden tightening in his wrist as the silk thread precisely cut into the joint where he was exerting force, instantly dissipating most of the power in his arm.

His pupils contracted sharply as he tried to change his move, only to find that his shoulder was also entangled by another thread.

Using the momentum of his forward charge, Ye Niannu gently pulled him, causing the man to lose his balance and stagger forward, rolling twice on the ground. His crimson longsword flew out of his hand and stuck in the soil several feet away.

"Boss!"

Two companions rushed up from behind him at the same time, one wielding a short halberd and the other clutching a long club that had already been broken off, flanking him from the left and right.

Ye Niannu did not stop walking. Her figure swayed gently between the two attacks, like a willow leaf being tossed by the wind. She deviated less than a foot to the left or right, causing both attacks to miss.

She raised her hand and precisely sliced ​​the man's neck on the left. He groaned, his pupils dilated, and his body slumped to the ground.

The person on the right paused for a moment when he saw his companion fall to the ground, creating an opening.

Ye Niannu did not let the opportunity pass. She flicked her wrist and gently tapped the man's ribs with the back of her sword. The force was not great, but it accurately struck the key point in his spiritual energy circulation.

The man felt a sudden numbness throughout his body, and he froze on the spot, unable to move.

The two men, who had been standing a few steps away with their weapons in hand, froze in place. They wanted to rush forward, but their legs seemed to be nailed to the ground.

They watched their comrades fall one by one, and saw Ye Niannu standing in the twilight, her breathing not even noticeably quickening. Her composed demeanor was like an impenetrable wall, crushing their last shred of fighting spirit.

The dagger in one of the men's hands clattered to the ground, and he felt as if his spine had been removed, his legs buckling and he collapsed to his knees.

"Stop fighting...we surrender...the flag is yours..."

His voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying a weariness of utter surrender.

The other man also silently threw down his weapon, took two steps back, slid down against the tree trunk, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, and never looked up again.

Ye Niannu sheathed her sword and looked at the Western Region cultivators who were slumped on the ground. She had no intention of killing them all. Instead, she walked towards the man, bent down, and took the pale gold flag from his arms.

"Why didn't you do this sooner? Why did you have to go so far?"

The next moment, Ye Niannu unleashed a sword strike, instantly eliminating these individuals from the competition.

Meanwhile, the scene on the other side of the battlefield was completely different.

The holy sons and daughters of the four major sects in the Central Region are reaping the flags with an almost crushing force.

Zhao Heng and Wang Qingyan of the Qian Yuan Sect walked side by side, their cooperation seamless. Zhao Heng drew the opponent's attention from the front, while Wang Qingyan attacked from the side.

In less than half an hour, the two of them seized two flags from a three-person squad from the Western Regions.

The Western Region cultivators were almost powerless to fight back under their offensive. Wang Qingyan blocked their retreat with a single sword strike, and Zhao Heng seized the flag in the process. The whole process was clean and efficient, without even uttering a word.

On the viewing platform, the elder from the Qian Yuan Sect nodded in satisfaction, a reserved smile playing on his lips.

"Zhao Heng has become much more mature."

On the other side, Shi Yue of the Di De Sect was facing an attack from five cultivators from the Northern Region.

He stood in the middle of a gentle slope, holding a heavy spiritual shield in both hands, letting the opponent's attacks rain down on the shield, yet his body remained motionless.

The five cultivators from the Northern Region attacked for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, consuming most of their spiritual energy, yet not a single crack appeared on the shield.

Shi Yue then raised his eyelids, his tone indifferent.

"Finished? My turn."

He stomped his foot hard, causing the ground to tremble violently. A wave of earthy yellow spiritual energy spread out from beneath his feet, knocking all five cultivators to the ground.

Meng Qingluo slowly walked out from the side, and with a flick of her long whip, both flags fell into her hands.