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

The voice carried a hint of laziness and casualness, yet it also exuded an undeniable composure.

Wang Long turned his head slightly and saw a figure slowly walking out of the morning mist.

The newcomer was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a handsome face. He wore a dark brown robe with serpentine totems embroidered on the hem, the same as those of the three Western Region cultivators, but even more intricate and exquisite.

He had a long, jet-black sword hanging at his waist, its scabbard engraved with fine runes, emanating a subtle yet powerful sense of pressure.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the three Western Region cultivators simultaneously sheathed their weapons, took a step back in unison, and bowed slightly, their movements synchronized and respectful.

"Young Sect Master."

The newcomer waved his hand, signaling them to step back, but his gaze remained fixed on Wang Long, scrutinizing him with great interest.

He stopped about ten feet away from Wang Long, stood with his hands behind his back, and a very faint smile on his lips.

"Lu Chen, the Holy Son of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect."

He introduced himself casually, as if making a friend.

"Interesting! I didn't expect that besides you, a prodigy from the Eastern Region this year, you've eliminated quite a few from the Western Region!"

His tone was neither angry nor hostile; instead, it carried a pure appreciation.

Wang Long looked at him, and after a moment spoke softly.

"You want to get it back for them?"

Lu Chen chuckled and shook his head.

"What are they asking for? If they're outmatched and eliminated, that's their own problem. I'm just out for a walk, looking for something interesting to do."

He slowly drew the long, black sword from his waist. The blade emitted a very faint hum as it left its sheath, as if in response to his movement.

"Perfect timing. It's been a long time since I've encountered an opponent who can make me take things seriously."

Wang Long could sense that the opponent's aura was much more profound and steady than those he had encountered yesterday. He was not an ordinary cultivator who relied on numbers or sneak attacks, but a true saint-level figure who had undergone rigorous training.

He did not underestimate his opponent. With a light grasp of his right hand, a pale golden light sword formed from spiritual energy appeared in his palm. The sword blade shimmered with a fine luster and was even more solid than yesterday.

Lu Chen's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the lightsaber.

"Just as rumored, you're not using a conventional spiritual weapon."

"Come on, let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

Lu Chen was much faster than he appeared. His dark brown figure left a blurry afterimage in the morning mist and appeared in front of Wang Long in the next instant.

The jet-black longsword, imbued with a steady yet sharp aura, slashed straight down!

Wang Long did not retreat. He swung his sword upwards, and the golden sword light collided with the black blade in mid-air, producing a muffled and deep sound.

The aftershocks of the collision carved a clearly visible fan-shaped mark in the morning mist, which was torn apart and then closed up again, churning endlessly around the two of them.

Lu Chen took a half step back to steady himself, glanced down at his blade, and then looked up at Wang Long.

The nonchalant look in his eyes faded somewhat, replaced by a more focused light.

"Okay! Let's do it again!"

He pressed forward again, this time with an even more relentless and fierce attack than before.

The black longsword in his hands was like a living thing, sometimes slashing, sometimes sweeping, sometimes slashing upwards from tricky angles, the sword's movements were continuous, carrying a unique serpentine softness and ruthlessness.

Wang Long did not simply take the blows head-on. He moved swiftly amidst the flashing blades, his footwork agile. His golden lightsaber sometimes parried and sometimes counterattacked, leaving a brief energy trail in the air with each collision.

The two moved faster and faster, their swords flashing and clashing in the morning mist, sending pebbles and dead branches flying and leaving a trail of crisscrossing gullies on the earthen slope.

Lu Chen's sword technique was indeed exquisite. The serpentine style combined longness and explosive power very well. He could suddenly increase the force after several light strikes, disrupting the opponent's rhythm.

Wang Long's response was equally steady. With the keen senses brought by his Chaotic Dao Body, he was always able to detect the moment when his opponent shifted his power in advance, and accurately parried at the most fierce point of the blade's attack, avoiding a head-on collision that would be exhausting.

The two exchanged dozens of blows at lightning speed, their figures constantly shifting and changing positions in the morning mist, and the ground beneath their feet cracking open with each collision.

Within a radius of several dozen feet, the once relatively flat earthen slope has become pitted and uneven, with the sound of falling gravel rising and falling incessantly, like the prelude to an impending flash flood.

Lu Chen retreated again to create distance, his breathing noticeably heavier than before, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, but his eyes were even brighter than before. He looked at Wang Long, a smile of appreciation playing on his lips.

"You don't need me to relieve you anymore."

Wang Long sheathed his sword, his breathing also quickening slightly, yet remaining steady.

He looked at Lu Chen without saying a word, but he already had a clearer understanding of his opponent.

It was stronger than he had imagined; the continuity and variation of that sword technique were indeed superior to those of the holy sons of the four major sects in the Central Region.

"However, my men won't be idle."

Lu Chen suddenly chuckled, his tone playful, and glanced behind Wang Long.

Wang Long did not turn around, but he had already sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from the southeast. It was not the fluctuations of battle, but the kind of brief and stable spatial disturbance unique to teleportation light.

The two Eastern Region disciples who followed him ultimately couldn't escape.

Wang Long's expression darkened slightly, but he still didn't turn around.

He faced Lu Chen, his tone calm.

"Your people are certainly not polite."

Lu Chen shrugged, his tone somewhat innocent.

"Everyone's on their own side, so I'll hold you off here while they go about their business. It's fair and reasonable."

As he spoke, he slowly sheathed the long, black sword in his hand, his posture becoming more relaxed.

Wang Long looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

He could sense that the spiritual energy fluctuations in the southeast direction had dissipated, and the two disciples from the Eastern Region must have been teleported away from the battlefield.

Although it's a bit of a pity, it was also within expectations.

Lu Chen patted the dust off his robes and nodded slightly to him.

"I had a pretty good time today, let's have another chance to play together next time."

"next time?"

Wang Long let out a cold laugh.

"Come and go as you please? Did you even get my permission?!"

As Wang Long spoke, his spiritual power erupted instantly, and his words became law.

"Sword, come!"