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

Wang Long's figure was like a golden lightning bolt, drawing a sharp trajectory across the gray-white plain.

He raised his hand, and nine Heavenly Gang Sword Lights condensed from the void, each one radiating a warm and pure golden light, like nine slender swimming dragons, swirling and intertwining around him.

The sword trembled, emitting a clear, resonant hum. The sound was exceptionally clear over the open plain, as if even the air itself was being cut into fine ripples.

"Little Fairy!"

Wang Long shouted, and the Immortal Palace Mark on the back of his hand suddenly lit up. A pale golden light surged out from the mark, and Xiao Xian'er's figure floated down from the light and landed on his shoulder.

Her small face was full of seriousness. With a wave of her small hand, a soft light spread out from her body, like a thin veil, covering the people of the Eastern Region.

"Master, I'll help you stabilize your spiritual energy output!"

Xiao Xian'er's voice was clear and firm. The light was like an invisible bridge, connecting the spiritual energy fluctuations of everyone in the Eastern Region, allowing their attacks to be perfectly superimposed at the same moment.

"Little Chirp!"

Wang Long gave another low shout, and the golden fluffy ball in his arms suddenly opened its eyes and let out a clear cry.

Xiao Qiu soared into the sky from Wang Long's arms, its golden figure rapidly expanding in mid-air, transforming into a nine-sky-black bird that was tens of feet long.

Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sun, and its golden feathers gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the greyish-white light.

It hovered high in the sky, its golden vertical pupils looking down at the avatar of the Heavenly Deer below. The blazing flames around it were like a small sun, illuminating the entire plain.

Upon witnessing this scene, the tense nerves of the people from the Eastern Region suddenly jolted.

Zhou Yanzhi gripped the chipped spirit knife tightly, and Chen Yuanzhi's fingers, which were holding the communication talisman, no longer turned white.

As they watched Wang Long's gray figure disappear into the distance, and as Xiao Xian'er and Xiao Qiu circled around him, the tension they felt due to their numerical disadvantage was being replaced by an even more fervent fighting spirit.

"Form ranks!"

Wang Long's voice echoed across the plains.

"Concentrate all your spiritual power into one attack! Heed my command!"

A dozen or so disciples from the Eastern Region quickly formed ranks, with Zhou Yanzhi standing at the very front, gripping his sword with both hands, his spiritual energy surging wildly within him.

Chen Yuanzhi and the others stood behind him, each channeling their spiritual energy into their arms, preparing to unleash all their power in that instant.

Wang Long's gaze never left the clone of the Haotian Divine Deer. His spiritual energy threads, like silent whiskers, extended along the ground to the area around the deer-shaped clone, capturing the gaps in the trembling of its scales.

He was counting.

Once, twice, three times... each time the spiritual energy flow layer on the surface of the scales completes a full tremor cycle, there will be an extremely short interval.

The gap was so short that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, but it could not escape his spiritual perception honed by the spiritual realm.

"Soon."

He muttered to himself, slowly raising the golden short sword in his hand, the tip pointing directly at the slightly lighter-colored scales on the deer's belly.

Ye Niannu stood beside him, her emerald sword trembling slightly in her hand. Her spiritual power was now completely synchronized with Wang Long's, and the bridge of meridians between them became more stable than ever before.

"My lord, I am ready."

Wang Long nodded, a golden light flashing in his eyes.

It was an extremely subtle moment. The deer-shaped clone had just completed a cycle of tremors, and a very brief gap appeared in the spiritual energy flow layer on the surface of the scales.

The gap was located at the junction of the deer's ventral and lateral scales, like a half-open door, briefly revealing a crack.

"put!"

Wang Long roared, and the nine Heavenly Gang Sword Lights instantly merged into one in his palm, transforming into a golden giant sword that was dozens of feet long.

The sword was as clear as crystal, with fine runes flowing across its surface, each rune emitting a clear, melodious hum. He gripped the sword with both hands, his body leaning slightly back.

He then took a sudden step forward, his foot stomping into the ground and creating a deep dent in the dry soil.

The golden greatsword, imbued with an incomparably sharp sword intent, was like a beam of judgment descending from the sky, slashing straight towards that gap!

Ye Niannu made her move at the same moment. Her emerald longsword drew an elegant arc in the air, and a solid and sharp sword aura flowed out from the tip of the sword like water, precisely merging into the sword momentum of Wang Long's golden giant sword.

The two forces intertwined and entwined in mid-air, forming a golden and jade-like pillar of light, which was many times more powerful than a single strike.

The little chirp let out a clear cry high in the sky, and with a sudden flap of its wings, a blazing golden flame gushed from its mouth, cascading down like a waterfall and merging into the golden and green pillar of light.

With her eyes closed, Xiao Xian'er placed her small hand on Wang Long's shoulder, and the soft light precisely synchronized the spiritual energy output of everyone in the Eastern Region at the same instant.

The moment Zhou Yanzhi, Chen Yuanzhi, and the other disciples from the Eastern Region heard the word "release," they simultaneously unleashed all the spiritual power they had accumulated within their bodies. More than a dozen streams of spiritual power converged into a torrent, flowing into the sword aura of Wang Long's golden giant sword.

boom!!!

The golden giant sword, carrying the full force of everyone in the Eastern Region's attack, precisely struck the gap in the abdomen of the Haotian Divine Deer clone.

The moment the sword touched the scales, dense ripples spread across the surface of the pale golden scales, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. The ripples spread outwards from the point of impact, causing the surrounding scales to tremble slightly.

The deer-shaped clone's body shuddered violently.

For the first time, those warm and deep eyes changed, and an ancient light seemed to flash in their pupils.

Its body took half a step back.

Although it was only half a step, although the scales did not shatter, and although the golden giant sword quickly disintegrated into countless golden light spots after touching the scales, it did indeed retreat half a step.

"0" became "17".

Then, another jump.

"17" became "31".

Jump again.

"31" became "58".

Then, the numbers began to climb at an astonishing rate.

「58」变成「94」，「94」变成「142」，「142」变成「203」……

In just three breaths, the damage numbers in the Eastern Region surged from "0" to over "300" and continued to climb.

On the platform, the previously noisy discussions suddenly fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the Eastern Region numbers that were jumping wildly on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror. Their expressions changed from confusion to shock, and then from shock to disbelief.

"Three...three hundred and over?!"