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

Wang Qingyan's voice carried an almost hoarse resentment, as if some long-held belief had been shattered by something.

"I am the Holy Maiden of the Qian Yuan Sect... I am a genius from one of the four great sects of the Central Region... How could I possibly lose to someone from the Eastern Region..."

Wang Long sheathed his sword, looked at her without saying a word.

Wang Qingyan seemed not to hear his reply, or rather, she no longer needed any reply.

Her lips moved, and the resentment and anger in her eyes were rapidly transforming into an almost hysterical resolve.

"I will not admit defeat!"

She gripped the cracked short sword tightly in her hand, and a moon-white light shone around her once more, this time even more intensely, yet with an extremely unstable tremor.

"Even if it means dying together, I will..."

She didn't finish speaking.

A more steady golden sword light swept past her defensive circle and precisely struck the blade of the short sword in her hand.

The cracked dagger snapped in two, scattering fragments across the ground. Wang Long was already standing before her, no more than three feet away.

He looked at her, his tone calm.

You lost.

Wang Qingyan's body stiffened abruptly. She looked down at the broken sword in her hand, then looked up at the calm face in front of her. Her lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing.

The light of teleportation surged from beneath her feet, gradually engulfing her figure.

Before the light completely closed in, her voice trembled slightly, as if she was trying to grasp something but couldn't grasp anything at all.

"...Who exactly are you...?"

With a flash of light, her figure vanished completely.

The center of the battlefield fell completely silent.

Nine beams of celestial sword light slowly swirled above the dragon's head, eventually dissipating into tiny golden specks in the morning breeze.

Wang Long stood on the ground, ravaged by the battle, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Ye Niannu sheathed her sword and walked to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, her gaze sweeping over the deserted battlefield.

"My lord, they've all left."

"Um."

Wang Long responded and looked at the mountain range in the distance, which was gradually becoming clearer in the morning light.

He raised his hand, and threads of spiritual energy silently spread out, sensing the remaining fluctuations of energy on the battlefield. After a moment, he whispered.

"The others are still on the battlefield, but... we no longer need to search for them one by one."

As his words fell, the contestants scattered across the battlefield in the distance also sensed a change at the same moment.

On the surface of the enormous jade slip that always hung above the Sendai, a clear message appeared:

[Flag Guardian: Eastern Region]

[Remaining flags: 24/24]

[Number of eliminated players: All players on the attacking team]

"What...?"

"They were all eliminated?"

"How is that possible?!"

Those cultivators who had not yet been teleported out of the battlefield looked up at the words in the sky that seemed to announce the final result, and for a moment they were unable to react.

Some people instinctively tightened their grip on the flags in their hands, only to find that the flags were fading, as if some rule was silently confirming the end of this competition.

On a mountain ridge in the northern region, several contestants who had been wandering around looked at each other in bewilderment, and one of them couldn't help but swear.

"Those two from the Eastern Region... eliminated everyone?"

"We worked so hard for seven days, and we didn't even get a single flag?"

"What the hell is this...?"

At the edge of a dense forest in the southern region, several figures gazed at the characters in the sky, their expressions complex. One remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a bitter laugh.

One teleportation beam after another lit up, sending the remaining contestants off the battlefield one by one.

In the center of the battlefield, Wang Long and Ye Niannu stood side by side, watching the surrounding scenery fade away in a slow and steady manner.

The trenches dug out by the battle are slowly closing, the shattered ground is being smoothed out again as if by an invisible hand, and the morning mist is gradually dissipating.

"My lord, did we win?"

Ye Niannu turned her head to look at him, her peach blossom eyes filled with a smile, but also with a hint of confirmation.

Wang Long nodded.

"Yes, we won."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft teleportation light surged from the ground beneath their feet, enveloping the two of them.

Their vision flickered slightly, and when the light faded, they were standing once again in the central plaza of Sendai.

The sun was shining warmly, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

The area around the square was already deathly silent.

On the viewing platform, everyone's eyes were focused on the two figures that had just appeared.

Among those gazes were shock, bewilderment, disbelief, and a few expressions of admiration and complex emotions.

The teacup in the hands of the team leader in the southern viewing area had slipped and shattered into several pieces at some point, but he was completely unaware of it.

His gaze was fixed on Wang Long and Ye Niannu, his lips moving as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single one.

The leader of the Western Regions Snake Bone Sect slowly sat back down in his chair, his face alternating between pale and flushed, as if he were processing some extremely difficult-to-accept fact.

In the viewing area of ​​the Central Region, the elder of the Qian Yuan Sect, dressed in a dark gold robe, stood on the edge of the railing, his knuckles white as he braced his hands against the railing in front of him.

His gaze also fell on Wang Long. He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice low and hoarse.

"All twenty-four flags...were saved..."

The gray-robed old man beside him remained silent, merely gazing at the gray figure in the center of the square, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.

"All twenty-four flags were saved, and the defending team's score doubles... to forty-eight points."

"The other four domains all scored zero."

"Since the start of the regional selection process, the Eastern Region has never won first place in the first round... never."

"This year, Dongyu won an unprecedented and overwhelming first place."

In the Eastern Region spectator area, several team leaders had already stood up. Some had red eyes, some clenched their fists, and some moved their lips as if they wanted to say something but could not make a sound.

Song Tiange stood at the front of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Wang Long and Ye Niannu. He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"it is good."

He spoke only one word, yet it was more powerful than any lengthy discourse.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, her cold face still calm as usual, but if you looked closely, you would find that there were tiny glimmers of light shimmering in the depths of her eyes.

She looked at Wang Long without saying anything, but her gaze held an unprecedented and extremely genuine warmth.

In the center of the square, Wang Long and Ye Niannu stood side by side, enduring gazes from all directions.

Wang Long smiled, reached out and took Ye Niannu's hand. Without turning around or saying anything more, he simply led her toward the Eastern Region spectator area.

Sunlight fell on their shoulders, casting long shadows behind them.

In the first round of the all-domain selection, the Eastern Region won with 48 points, dominating the entire field.