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

Wang Long steadied himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a ruthless glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

He gripped the Azure Frost Sword tightly, and the Chaos Creation Saint Body within his body circulated wildly, with spiritual energy surging through his meridians.

The aura of a mid-stage third-rank cultivator was released without reservation.

Zhao Lingyun sensed his presence but did not show much emotional fluctuation.

"Mid-stage Rank 3? Even a peak Rank 3 is still an ant before a Rank 4!"

He chuckled and unfolded the folding fan again.

"There is an insurmountable chasm between the mid-stage of the third rank and the fourth rank."

"You'll never be able to cross this insurmountable barrier in your lifetime."

This time, Zhao Lingyun didn't hold back.

The black iron fan danced in his hands, sometimes like a knife, sometimes like a sword, sometimes like a hammer, each move deadly.

Steel needles from the fan ribs shot out continuously, as fine as cow hair and as fast as lightning, raining down on Wang Long!

Wang Long was outmaneuvered, but his Qing Shuang sword danced so tightly that it blocked every single steel needle.

But with too many steel needles and too fast speed, some will inevitably slip through the net.

Several steel needles pierced his defenses, embedding themselves in his shoulders, arms, and thighs.

Blood splattered, and excruciating pain shot through the body.

Wang Long gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to collapse.

Zhao Lingyun sneered, closed his folding fan, and slammed it into Wang Long's chest!

He used all his strength in that attack.

All the power of the early fourth rank was concentrated at the tip of the fan, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart!

Wang Long had no time to dodge and could only parry with his sword.

Click!

The Azure Frost Sword is broken.

The sword broke in the middle, and the fragments scattered and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhao Lingyun's fan tip landed squarely on Wang Long's chest.

boom!

Wang Long was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The protective jade pendant on his chest shattered into several pieces, scattered on the ground.

If it weren't for the jade pendant blocking most of the force, this blow would have been enough to kill him.

When Qin Minglan saw Wang Long fall to the ground, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Old man!"

She struggled to stand up, but her body was limp and powerless, so she could only crawl on the ground toward Wang Long.

"Old man...you...you run...don't worry about me..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with despair.

"He's a fourth-rank official...you can't beat him...run!"

Zhao Lingyun walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Old man, is that all you've got? You dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

He raised his foot and stepped on Wang Long's chest.

"Click—"

The sound of ribs breaking rang out.

Wang Long groaned, and blood gushed from his mouth again.

Zhao Lingyun pressed down hard with his foot and ground it.

"Old man, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your dog's life for now."

He paused, a lewd smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I want you to watch right before your eyes how I toy with Qin Minglan."

"Let this old man see what's what."

In Wang Long's eyes, anger was almost tangible.

He struggled to get up, but Zhao Lingyun stomped him back down.

"Don't rush, I'll send you on your way after I've had my fun."

Zhao Lingyun withdrew her foot and turned to walk towards Qin Minglan.

Qin Minglan leaned against the wall, her almond-shaped eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Old man, run!"

Qin Minglan is still worried about Wang Long's safety.

"Damn it! With this old servant here, I won't let anyone harm the young lady!"

Wang Long gritted his teeth, his spiritual energy surging wildly throughout his body.

He braced himself against the ground and stood up unsteadily.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, his chest was caved in, and several steel needles were stuck in his arm, with blood flowing down his arm.

But in those cloudy old eyes, there gleamed a light that sent chills down one's spine.

The Zhuxian Sword Embryo has been dormant within my body for so long, it's time it came to play a role!

Wang Long wasn't simply throwing his life away; he already had a plan in mind.

The spiritual energy within his body continuously impacted the Zhuxian Sword embryo.

The Zhuxian Sword Embryo trembled slightly.

next moment!

An unprecedented sharpness surged from his sea of ​​consciousness, flowing along his meridians to his right hand.

At this moment, the broken Green Frost Sword emitted a buzzing tremor.

The cracks on the sword began to absorb the fragments scattered on the ground.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

All the fragments were drawn into the air by an invisible force, hovering around Wang Long.

These fragments melted instantly, turning into a mass of silvery-white liquid that flowed, swirled, and coalesced in mid-air.

Finally, it transformed into a silvery-white light and disappeared into the half of the sword in Wang Long's hand.

The sword was entirely silver-white, with faint golden patterns flowing across it, exuding a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

The sword energy of the Zhuxian Sword Embryo was infused into it.

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Long's eyes!

Tai Xu Po Wang Sword Technique - Second Form!

Devastation!

With half of the sword blade swung out, an extremely sharp sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword!

The sword energy was not invisible, but silvery-white with faint golden patterns, like a bolt of lightning that pierced the darkness!

Zhao Lingyun's pupils contracted sharply as she instinctively sensed danger.

He abruptly closed the folding fan, channeling his spiritual power to condense a protective aura in front of him.

The protective aura, like a transparent shield, blocked his path, emitting a faint glow.

boom!

Sword energy and qi clashed head-on!

With a loud bang, spiritual energy scattered and flew everywhere!

The qi surged violently, and fine cracks appeared.

Zhao Lingyun's expression changed drastically, and he frantically channeled his spiritual power, trying to stabilize his internal energy.

But the sword energy was too strong.

It was so strong that his internal energy couldn't withstand it at all.

Click!

A spiderweb-like pattern of cracks appeared in the protective energy, rapidly spreading outwards.

"Damn it! Ah, how is this possible!?"

Zhao Lingyun looked terrified.

The next moment, the protective energy shattered.

The sword energy pierced through and struck Zhao Lingyun's dantian.

puff!

Blood splattered!

Zhao Lingyun screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

He looked down at his abdomen, where a bloody hole was gushing blood.

Spiritual energy was leaking out of the blood hole at an alarming rate.

His level of understanding is rapidly declining.

Early stage of fourth rank...

Late stage of Rank 3...

Middle stage of third grade...

It kept falling until it reached the second rank before finally stopping.

Zhao Lingyun's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

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

His voice trembled, filled with deep fear.

"My dantian... my dantian..."

Wang Long, sword in hand, staggered up to him and looked down at him.

His cloudy old eyes were filled with coldness.

"Fourth rank? Is that so impressive?"

Zhao Lingyun raised her head and looked at Wang Long, all her previous smugness and disdain vanishing.

His eyes are now filled with fear.

"You...you can't kill me..."

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

"My father is the Marquis of Zhennan... If you kill me, he won't let you get away with it..."

"Even the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion can't protect you..."

Wang Long simply stared coldly at Zhao Lingyun.

Qin Minglan lay on the ground, her face filled with shock.

Unexpectedly, Wang Long actually defeated the arrogant Zhao Lingyun.

"Old man... no... don't kill him... Zhao Pojun will kill you..."

Wang Long looked down at Qin Minglan.

Her face was streaked with tears, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with worry.

"Old man... take me home... forget about him... please... it's not worth risking yourself for this bastard..."

"Yes, yes, yes! As long as you let me go today, I'll pretend nothing happened tonight!"

Zhao Lingyun truly sensed the killing intent emanating from Wang Long, and he immediately backed down.

As long as I can live, I'm willing to call Wang Long "Dad"!