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 straight trajectory across the gray-white plain.

The nine Heavenly Gang Sword Lights instantly merged into one in his palm, transforming into a golden giant sword that was a hundred feet long.

The sword's blade was as clear as crystal, with countless golden runes flowing across its surface. Each rune emitted a clear, melodious hum, and when they converged, it sounded like thousands of swords ringing out at once.

He gripped the sword with both hands, leaned back slightly, and then suddenly took a step forward.

That foot stomped on the ground, creating a pit several feet deep in the dry soil. Cracks spread outwards from the edge of the pit, like a spider web.

The golden greatsword, imbued with all his power, was like a beam of judgment descending from the sky, slashing straight towards that gap!

The moment the sword touched the scales, dense ripples spread across the surface of the pale golden scales, causing the surrounding scales to tremble violently.

The deer-shaped clone's body shuddered violently.

For the first time, a different expression appeared in those golden pupils.

Its body took a step back, then another step back.

The third step did not result in an exit.

The golden greatsword finally stopped when it reached the deepest part of the scales. The blade had penetrated nearly half a foot into the scales, leaving a deep, bone-revealing crack on the deer-shaped clone's abdomen.

Golden blood gushed from the cracks, turning into specks of golden light in the air and dissipating.

The deer-shaped clone let out a low, deep wail, and its body began to disintegrate from the crack in its abdomen. Golden scales peeled off piece by piece, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated.

Its golden pupils gazed at Wang Long, a complex emotion surging within them—a mixture of rage, approval, and an indescribable sense of relief from ancient times.

Then it completely collapsed.

The countless golden specks of light rose from the ground like a torrential downpour flowing backwards, then dissipated into the gray-white sky.

The entire plain fell silent.

Wang Long stood still, the golden giant sword in his hand slowly dissipating, turning into tiny specks of light that merged into the air.

His body swayed slightly, he knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.

He could sense that the Immortal Palace Mark had completely dimmed, and Xiao Xian'er's aura was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Little Chirp slowly descended from the sky, transforming back into that golden fluffy ball, nestled into his arms, and let out a weak and soft "Chirp".

On the Sendai, on the enormous Slaughtering Mirror, the damage numbers for the Eastern Region were jumping wildly at an astonishing speed.

「391」变成「524」，「524」变成「687」，「687」变成「842」，「842」变成「1003」……

The numbers finally settled.

"1047".

Eastern Region Damage: 1047.

Mid-range damage: 647.

The Eastern Region, number one.

On the Sendai, there was utter silence.

The deathly silence lasted for three full breaths before being completely shattered by a sound wave as loud as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

"One thousand and forty-seven?! The Eastern Region has produced one thousand and forty-seven?!"

"Two people! Only two people left in the Eastern Region! They scored 1047! That's higher than the nearly 100 people from the Central Region who scored!"

"Wang Long's sword strike... that single strike dealt over six hundred damage?! He single-handedly dealt more damage than the entire Central Region team?!"

"My God... what kind of monster is that?!"

The leader of the Southern Region slumped in his chair, his lips moving but he couldn't utter a single word.

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect suddenly stood up, his hands gripping the railing, staring intently at the line of numbers on the Slaughtering Mirror, his face ashen, his fingers trembling slightly.

The leader of the Northern Region shook his head with a wry smile, slowly sat back down in his chair, his voice carrying an almost numb sense of relief.

"Eastern Region...where on earth did these two prodigies come from in this year's Eastern Region...?"

In the Central Region spectator area, the elder of the Qian Yuan Sect, dressed in a dark gold robe, stood frozen in place, as if petrified.

The teacup in his hand had slipped from his hand and shattered into several pieces without his noticing.

His lips moved, and it took him a long time to finally manage to utter a single sentence.

"One thousand and forty-seven...two people, one thousand and forty-seven..."

The old man in the gray robe beside him was also pale-faced. He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice hoarse and dry.

"We, from the Central Region, have nearly a hundred people. After fighting for half a day, we have six hundred and forty-seven. We, from the Eastern Region, have two people, and we have one thousand and forty-seven."

"This is no longer a gap."

"This is crushing."

The viewing area in the Eastern Region was in complete uproar.

Several team leaders had already jumped over the railing and rushed out. Some were slapping their thighs and laughing so hard they couldn't stop, some had red eyes but were still trying their best not to lose their composure, and some clenched their fists and roared at the sky.

"Number one! Number one in the Eastern Region! Number one in both rounds!"

"Forty-eight points plus one thousand and forty-seven points of damage! First place overall in both rounds! A crushing victory!"

"Wang Long! Ye Niannu! Primordial Holy Palace! Eastern Region!"

Song Tiange stood at the front of the crowd, his hands behind his back, his expression still calm. But if you looked closely, you would see that the corners of his mouth were slowly turning up, and there was a very faint, almost moist light in the depths of his eyes.

Beside him, Ye Wushuang's gaze fell on the Eastern Region image, on the gray figure kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.

A faint smile, like the first melting of ice, finally appeared on her usually aloof face.

She didn't speak, but slowly loosened her fingers that were clenched in her sleeve, revealing several shallow crescent-shaped marks on her palm from her fingernails.

On the battlefield, on that gray-white plain in the eastern region.

Wang Long knelt on one knee, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the dry soil.

He raised his head, looking in the direction where the Haotian Divine Deer clone had disappeared, and at the gray-white plain that had returned to its empty state. A smile slowly appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand, gently pressed the now completely faded Immortal Palace mark on the back of his hand, and whispered something.

"Niannu, I have done it."

His voice was very soft, fading into the gray sky.

On the Sendai, on the enormous Slaughtering Mirror, the damage numbers for the Eastern Region still hung high at the very top.

"1047".

A number that no one can ignore.

In the second round of the all-domain selection, the Eastern Region once again came in first place.

From this moment on, the name Wang Long will truly spread throughout the five domains.