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

In the Eastern Region spectator area, the atmosphere instantly shifted from oppressive to exhilarating.

"Good! I knew this kid had a trump card up his sleeve!"

"That pale green light... doesn't look like an ordinary healing spell, but rather like the protective power of some top-tier spiritual artifact."

"No matter what it is, as long as we can hold on! The Holy Maiden of the Qian Yuan Sect has brought a whole bunch of people to besiege us. Let's see how they fight back now!"

Song Tiange didn't speak, but the fingers he had been holding behind his back had quietly loosened.

His gaze fell on the battlefield, and the faint solemnity deep in his eyes was slowly melting away, replaced by a more resolute light.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, her expression still cold, but the fingers that had been clenched in her sleeves had begun to relax slightly.

Those who had thought the situation was settled now focused their attention again.

In the center of the battlefield, Wang Long and Ye Niannu stood side by side, pale green light and light blue halo slowly flowing around them, like two flames rekindled in the morning light.

Wang Qingyan's short sword shone with a moon-white light once more, and behind her, more than a dozen figures were also poised to strike, a new round of attacks about to begin.

As Wang Long watched the figures surging towards him again, he felt the power within his body steadily and continuously filling every inch of his meridians, like an endless tide.

He raised his hand, and the golden lightsaber lit up again, the light flowing across its blade even clearer and brighter than before.

"Since you want to wage a war of attrition."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone calm and resolute.

"Then let's go."

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

The golden sword light, like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness, carried an even more steady and sharp power, meeting the dense attack of interwoven moon white, earth yellow, and dark black.

Ye Niannu followed closely behind, her emerald sword light flowing like a stream, cutting into the battle alongside him.

The morning mist above the hills was completely torn apart, and the sounds of clashing swords echoed like dense drumbeats among the mountains.

On the viewing platform, countless eyes were focused on the battlefield shrouded in light, and no one spoke up to discuss the outcome.

All eyes were fixed on the two figures walking side by side.

This battle is far from over.

Wang Long's figure suddenly accelerated in the morning mist.

Nine celestial sword lights swirled and danced around him, exploding like a golden sun over the hills.

Those cultivators who had initially tried to suppress him with their numerical advantage now truly felt what a "qualitative change" meant.

The pale green light continued to flow steadily through his meridians, replenishing his depleted spiritual energy with each circulation. The fatigue from continuous battles was being washed away by that inexhaustible life force.

"Stop him! Don't let him..."

Before Wang Qingyan's command had even finished, Wang Long's figure had already appeared less than three zhang in front of her.

His speed was astonishing. The Southern Region cultivators who were flanking him from the side didn't even have time to adjust their direction before they felt an invisible wave of energy rushing towards them, causing them to involuntarily take several steps back.

Wang Long raised his hand, and the golden light sword, carrying a sharp sword intent, slashed straight down at Wang Qingyan!

Wang Qingyan's pupils contracted sharply, and she raised her sword to parry.

The moon-white sword energy and the golden sword light collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and shockwaves.

She felt an unexpectedly heavy force surge from the sword, her hand went numb, and she was forced to take several steps back.

"How can your spiritual power still be so abundant?"

Her voice was filled with barely suppressed surprise and doubt.

The weight of that sword strike was even greater than when she fought Wang Long in the Spirit Realm, as if he had not weakened from the continuous battles, but instead grew stronger with each fight.

Wang Long did not answer. His attacks were like a tidal wave, continuous and relentless. Nine Heavenly Gang Sword Lights condensed and dispersed behind him, transforming into countless golden sword shadows, pouring down like a torrential rain on the cultivators who were trying to surround him.

The burly man from Di Dezong raised his shield to meet the attack, and thick, earth-yellow spiritual energy condensed on the shield's surface to form a solid barrier.

But as the golden rain of swords fell, he felt his shield tremble violently, and his spiritual energy was being consumed far faster than he had expected.

"not good!"

Before he could finish speaking, an even sharper golden sword light slashed in from the side, striking precisely the weakest point of the shield's spiritual energy.

A fine crack instantly appeared on the heavy shield. Then, a second and a third sword light followed in quick succession. The burly man was forced back by the impact, and several deep cracks were left in the ground beneath his feet.

Yin Jiuyou tried to cut in from the shadows again, but as soon as he moved, he felt a green sword light appear on his path as if it had been predicted.

Ye Niannu had somehow circled around to his side, her peach blossom eyes filled with laughter, but her voice carried a hint of coldness.

"I'm tired of you always going in circles."

Yin Jiuyou's expression darkened, and he suddenly retreated, disappearing back into the morning mist like a ghost.

But his movements were a beat slower than before, and a thin sword mark had already been left on his sleeve, the dark fabric was cut open, revealing the fair skin underneath.

His expression finally changed.

The cultivators from the Southern Region were in a terrible state. Their attacks were like paper walls in the face of Wang Long's endless waves of sword light, collapsing at the first touch.

Some were blasted away, some were hurriedly retreated after the sword light swept past the defensive circle, and some were even swallowed up by the teleportation light before they could even react.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the hastily assembled encirclement team had been mostly eliminated, leaving only Wang Qingyan, Di Dezong Zhuanghan, and Yin Jiuyou struggling to hold on.

Wang Qingyan's expression had become extremely ugly. Her spiritual energy consumption far exceeded expectations, while Wang Long's aura remained as steady as ever. It felt as if he was fighting against a deep well that could never be filled.

"How...how is this possible..."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes swirling with resentment, anger, confusion, and a hint of wavering she was unwilling to admit.

The giant shield of the burly man from the Di De Sect had already cracked in several places, and his breathing had become noticeably heavier, yet he still did not retreat. Yin Jiuyou, on the other hand, had stopped trying to attack from the front; his figure constantly shifted position in the morning mist, clearly looking for a suitable opportunity to retreat.

Wang Long didn't give them much of a chance to catch their breath.

He raised his hand, and nine celestial sword lights converged above his head into a hundred-foot-long golden giant sword. Ancient patterns flowed across its blade, emitting a deep and clear hum. The oppressive aura spread out as if it were tangible, causing the surrounding morning mist to scatter and surge.

"Righteous Qi Technique - Break the Formation!"

The golden giant sword fell with a resounding crash, carrying an overwhelming force as it slashed straight down towards the location of Wang Qingyan, the burly man from the Di De Sect, and Yin Jiuyou!

The burly man from the Di De Sect gritted his teeth and raised his shield, the earth-yellow spiritual energy condensing into the final barrier in front of him.

But the giant shield shattered instantly like paper before the golden greatsword. His body was blasted away by the force, rolling several times on the ground. The light of teleportation then surged up from beneath his feet, quickly engulfing him.

Yin Jiuyou tried to dodge, but the golden giant sword's coverage was faster than his speed. The sword light grazed his shoulder, leaving a thin trail of light. His body stiffened slightly, and then he was enveloped by the teleportation light.

Wang Qingyan was the last one.

She stood on the shattered ground plowed by the golden sword light, her moon-white dress covered in dust and grass clippings, and the short sword in her hand had several fine cracks.

She looked at Wang Long, whose eyes, which were originally filled with arrogance, were now churning with extremely complex emotions.

"How is this possible... How could I lose to you?"