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

Wang Long slowly exhaled a breath of stale air in the center of the open space.

After fighting two Saint-level opponents in succession, even he needed a moment to catch his breath.

Ye Niannu leaped lightly down from the hilltop and landed beside Wang Long. Her movements remained nimble, but upon closer inspection, one could see that her fingers gripping the sword were slightly white, and her breathing was a few beats faster than usual.

"My lord, now there should be some peace and quiet, right?"

"The Holy Son of Qian Yuan Sect, the Iron Spear of the Southern Region, the Holy Son of Tian Lan Sect... we have sent them all away. Young Master is truly amazing."

Wang Long nodded, but did not completely let his guard down.

His spiritual energy threads continued to spread out, covering an area of ​​nearly a hundred feet around him, allowing him to sense the slightest movement of the wind and grass around him even while he was speaking.

"Don't be careless. Although Zhao Heng and Ling Feng have been eliminated, Wang Qingyan from the Qian Yuan Sect, and no one from the Di De Sect or the Kun Yin Sect has shown up yet, and..."

He paused, his gaze darkening slightly.

"Our current location has probably been exposed."

Before the words were finished, a series of light footsteps came from the edge of the dense forest on the north side of the hill. There was more than one footstep; at least a dozen auras were rapidly approaching from that direction.

Wang Long turned to the side, his gaze piercing through the morning mist and landing on the swaying shadows of the trees.

Ye Niannu also dropped her relaxed expression, her fingers resting on the sword hilt again, and squinted her peach blossom eyes to look in the same direction.

A moment later, the shadows of the trees parted, and a group of people filed out. The person in the lead wore a moon-white dress, had a cold face, and her eyes were filled with suppressed anger. She was none other than Wang Qingyan, the Holy Maiden of the Qian Yuan Sect.

She was followed by more than a dozen figures, dressed in different robes. There were disciples from the Kunyin Sect and the Dide Sect, as well as several unfamiliar faces from the Southern and Western Regions. It was clearly a hastily assembled pursuit team.

Wang Qingyan stopped about twenty feet away from Wang Long and Ye Niannu, her gaze fixed on Wang Long, her voice filled with an almost gnashing hatred.

"Wang Long...you eliminated Zhao Heng?"

Her voice was as cold as ice, and her eyes, which had originally held a hint of arrogance, were now churning with undisguised rage, as if she were about to pounce on him and tear him to pieces at any moment.

Behind her, the pale-faced young man from the Kunyin Sect with a delicate appearance also stepped out. He tucked his hands into his sleeves, a faint smile playing on his lips. His gaze swept back and forth between Wang Long and Ye Niannu, his tone languid.

"Hey, just finished a match? You look a bit tired."

A burly, robust man from the Di De Sect stood silently beside Wang Qingyan, holding a heavy spiritual energy shield in his hand. His gaze was steady, and although he did not speak, his actions made his stance clear.

Further on, several unfamiliar faces from the Southern and Western Regions also appeared, each holding a weapon, their eyes filled with wariness and eager excitement.

Wang Qingyan looked at Wang Long and said, word by word.

"You are indeed formidable; even Zhao Heng and Yang Tieyi fell to you. But how much spiritual power do you have left? And how much does Ye Niannu beside you have?"

As she spoke, she took a step forward, her tone carrying an almost resolute air of judgment.

"I admit you're strong, but there are only two of you. Since you're out of strength, don't blame us for ganging up on you!"

Behind her, the burly man from the Di De Sect slowly raised his giant shield, while Yin Jiuyou from the Kun Yin Sect silently drew a dark black dagger from his sleeve. The others also gripped their weapons tightly.

The atmosphere on the spectator stands became tense once again.

In the southern viewing area, the team leader, whose face had been grim due to Yang Tieyi's elimination, sat up straight again, his eyes fixed on the rapidly converging points of light on the map, and said in a deep voice.

"The Holy Maiden of the Qian Yuan Sect is indeed not to be trifled with. Wang Long and Ye Niannu have just finished two tough battles and their spiritual power has not yet recovered. They are probably going to be surrounded and killed now."

An elder beside him nodded in agreement.

"Yes, no matter how strong they are, they can't withstand a war of attrition. The battles against Zhao Heng and Yang Tieyi have already depleted most of their spiritual power. Now, with the Qian Yuan Sect, Di De Sect, and Kun Yin Sect joining forces to besiege them, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn't be able to hold out under these circumstances."

Although the leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect did not speak, his expression relaxed somewhat, clearly feeling that the situation was finally about to return to "normal".

In the spectator area of ​​the Central Region, the elder of the Qian Yuan Sect in the dark gold robe suddenly stood up, his hands gripping the railing in front of him, his eyes fixed on the dark dots on the map that were converging in the direction of Wang Long, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Qingyan did the right thing! Strike while the iron is hot! Let's see where he can run this time!"

Several elders from the Qian Yuan Sect beside him clenched their fists, their eyes regaining a glimmer of hope.

The blow from Zhao Heng's elimination seemed to be temporarily suppressed at this moment, replaced by an eagerness to "finally win back a point".

The atmosphere in the Eastern spectator area was completely different.

The team leaders' faces darkened. Some clenched their fists unconsciously, some muttered "despicable," and others bit their lips and remained silent, their eyes fixed on the two golden dots on the map surrounded by countless dark dots.

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, but the fingers behind his back had quietly tightened, and his knuckles turned white.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, her cool gaze also fixed on the map, her fingertips clenched in her sleeve turning slightly white.

No one spoke, but a sense of suppressed worry permeated the air.

On the battlefield, Wang Qingyan uttered no more words. Her short sword suddenly gleamed with a moon-white light, and she moved like a white streak of light, charging straight towards Wang Long!

"Attack together! Don't give them a chance to breathe!"

Behind her, the burly man from the Di De Sect suddenly raised his shield and stepped forward. Earthy yellow spiritual energy spread out from the shield like a tide, blocking Wang Long's retreat route on the left.

The pale-faced youth from the Kunyin Sect vanished from his spot like a ghost, and in the next instant, he appeared behind Wang Long, his dark black daggers silently stabbing towards his lower back!

The unfamiliar faces from the Southern and Western Regions also moved at the same time. Some used their weapons to launch ranged attacks, while others flanked from the sides. More than a dozen attacks fell simultaneously like a net, surrounding Wang Long and Ye Niannu in the center!

Wang Long could feel that his body was indeed somewhat heavy. The two tough battles with Zhao Heng and Yang Tieyi had consumed a lot of his spiritual energy, and the circulation speed in his meridians was nearly 20% slower than when he was at his peak.

Ye Niannu's condition wasn't much better. Her breathing was slightly faster than usual, and although her hand holding the sword was still steady, the keen senses she had honed in the spiritual realm were now showing signs of fatigue and sluggishness.

Wang Qingyan seized this opportunity.

The short sword, imbued with a sharp, moon-white aura, pierced straight at Wang Long's chest with extreme speed and angle, clearly indicating that he was determined to settle scores in the Spirit Realm at this moment.

Meanwhile, the giant shield of the strong man from the Earthly Sect pressed down from the side, and the heavy spiritual power pressed down like a mountain, further compressing Wang Long's space to dodge.

In addition, Yin Jiuyou's silent, short thorn almost completely shut down all his possible options.

On the viewing platform, some people couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes fixed on the battlefield.

"Now... how can he possibly hide?"