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

Ye Niannu snorted coldly, stretched out her hand, and loosely clenched her fist.

A terrifying, suffocating spiritual power erupted from her body, condensing into a giant spiritual hand that completely grasped the Turbulent Sea Dragon!

The sea dragon struggled desperately, whipping its giant tail and kicking its limbs, but it could not break free from the spiritual energy hand.

Ye Niannu tightened her five fingers.

The sea-swept dragon let out a mournful scream, and the red light in its eyes gradually dimmed.

The black malevolent aura surrounding it was gradually forced out of its body by that spiritual power and dissipated into the air.

A moment later, the churning sea dragon fell completely silent.

It collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, its eyes filled with exhaustion and fear.

Ye Niannu withdrew her hand and fell from the air.

Murong Hao quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"My lord, thank you for saving us."

Ye Niannu waved her hand, her expression solemn.

"Someone is sabotaging us in the shadows."

"I can sense that aura is no less powerful than mine."

Murong Hao's expression changed.

"What does 'offering to the master' mean...?"

"The enemies of the Great Qian Dynasty are far more powerful than I imagined."

Ye Niannu turned around and looked at Murong Hao.

"Your Highness, the days to come will not be peaceful."

"You need to be prepared."

Murong Hao took a deep breath and nodded emphatically.

"I understand!"

The capital city was in complete chaos.

The rampage of the sea-turning dragon served as a signal, igniting the spirit beasts kept in the mansions of all the nobles throughout the imperial city.

The Marquis of Zhennan's residence, the Spirit Beast Garden.

The three Rank 5 Blood-Eyed Wolves opened their eyes simultaneously. Their originally eerie green eyes glowed with a strange red light, drool dripped from their mouths, and they let out a low growl.

Before the servants who raised them could react, the three blood-eyed wolves pounced, their sharp claws tearing through flesh, splattering blood everywhere.

The backyard of the Yongning Marquis's residence.

The fourth-grade spirit beast, the Golden Feathered Eagle, broke free of its chains. With its wingspan reaching over ten feet, it rampaged through the courtyard, its sharp claws tearing several maids apart beyond recognition, their screams echoing through the night.

The Marquis of Dingyuan's residence, the drill ground.

The seventh-grade spirit beast, the Crimson Flame Tiger, roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding area. Its body was engulfed in eerie black flames, turning grass and trees to ash and collapsing houses wherever it passed.

The Marquis of Wu'an's residence, the Earl of Anbei's residence, the Marquis of Pingnan's residence...

At the same time, the spirit beasts kept in dozens of noble mansions of all sizes lost their minds, broke free of their restraints, rushed out of the courtyard walls, and surged into the streets.

First rank, second rank, third rank, fourth rank, fifth rank...

The grades varied, but the quantity kept accumulating.

They rampage through the streets, killing people and demolishing houses indiscriminately.

Blood stained the long street, screams echoed everywhere, and the entire imperial city was plunged into panic.

Dark clouds covered the sky above the imperial city, obscuring the moonlight.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the menacing smell of decay.

In the streets and alleys, ordinary people, with their families in tow, cried and fled in all directions.

"Help! The spirit beast has broken out!"

"Run! Run towards the city gate!"

"Mother! Mother, where are you?!"

"Don't push! Don't shove! Let me through!"

The entire imperial city was in complete chaos.

The nobles were too busy protecting themselves to do anything but gather their guards and fight desperately against their own out-of-control spirit beasts.

The Imperial Guards split into several groups to fight fires throughout the capital, but the number of spirit beasts was too large and their distribution too wide, making it impossible to attend to them all.

Even more terrifying, these spirit beasts seemed to be drawn by some force, converging on the center of the imperial city from all directions.

A beast tide is forming!

The beast tide could still be held off outside the city.

The beast tide within the city was unimaginably destructive.

The Marquis of Zhenbei's residence.

Wang Long stood at the courtyard gate, holding the jade token Ye Niannu had given him before her departure, his face solemn.

He could hear all sorts of sounds coming from outside the mansion. The entire imperial city seemed to be stirred up by an invisible giant hand, falling into a crazy vortex.

"Old man, what's going on outside?"

Qin Minglan looked at Wang Long nervously, while Ta Xue followed behind her, its four hooves stomping the ground and snorting.

Wang Long glanced at Ta Xue and secretly rejoiced.

This fourth-grade spirit steed, whether due to its low grade or its special physique, was not affected by the baleful aura.

"The spirit beasts have gone berserk, and the entire imperial city is in chaos."

As soon as Wang Long finished speaking, Luo Hanyi walked out from the main hall, dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit. Her long, black hair was tied back, revealing her delicate features and snow-white neck.

With the Xuan Yin Whip hanging at his waist, he exuded a sharp aura of a seventh-grade early stage cultivator.

She walked up to Wang Long, her gaze falling on his face. After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke.

"This lady cannot stand idly by."

Wang Long's heart tightened.

"Madam, it's too dangerous outside."

"I am the mistress of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion and also a subject of the Great Qian Dynasty."

Luo Hanyi interrupted him, her voice cold yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"If the capital falls, no one can remain uninvolved!"

She looked at Wang Long intently.

"Wang Long, everything in this manor is now in your hands!"

"good!"

Wang Long didn't say much, but nodded heavily.

Murong Qing looked distressed, hating her own weakness.

She prayed silently, hoping for peace.

On the long street.

Luo Hanyi moved like a swallow, darting swiftly across the rooftops.

Her gaze swept across the streets and alleys, and whenever she saw an out-of-control spirit beast, she would leap down, her Xuan Yin Whip emerging like a serpent from its hole, precisely wrapping around the spirit beast's neck and tightening sharply.

Click!

With a cracking sound, the spirit beast collapsed and died.

One head, two heads, three heads...

Spirit beasts below the fourth rank were like clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of her, easily defeated with a single whip.

But there are too many spirit beasts.

After killing one, two more emerged; after killing two more, four more emerged; it was impossible to kill them all.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Luo Hanyi's forehead, and her breathing became rapid.

She stopped and stood on a tall building, overlooking the entire imperial city.

Flames soared into the sky, thick smoke billowed, mythical beasts roared, and the people cried out.

The entire imperial city was like a living hell.

Luo Hanyi gritted her teeth, gripped the Xuan Yin Whip tightly, and was about to continue her charge when a figure swept in from afar and landed beside her.

"Mrs. Luo".

Murong Hao was dressed in military uniform, holding a long sword, with a cold expression, followed by dozens of imperial guards.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Luo Hanyi bowed slightly.

Murong Hao waved his hand, his gaze sweeping across the long street, and said in a deep voice.

"Spirit beasts are running rampant throughout the imperial city, and the Imperial Guards are short-handed. I need help."

"I understand."

Luo Hanyi nodded without saying anything more.

Murong Hao glanced at her, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

Thank you.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously leaped off the high-rise building and plunged into the chaotic street.

The clash of swords and the flickering of whips, along with the roars and screams of spirit beasts, echoed through the night sky.

The Imperial Palace, the Animal Garden.

Ye Niannu stood before the Tengjiao Sea-Turning Dragon, her brows furrowed.

Although she had subdued the ninth-grade spirit beast, the evil energy within it had not been completely eliminated, and residual black mist still lingered around it, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"My lord, this spirit beast..."

Murong Hao's personal guard, Gao Sheng, stood trembling in the distance, his voice shaking.

"Everything's alright for now."

Ye Niannu turned around and looked at Gao Sheng.

"Go tell the Crown Prince to have people guard this place and not allow anyone to approach."

"Yes...yes!"

Gao Sheng scrambled out of the room.

Ye Niannu's figure flashed and disappeared into the Spirit Beast Garden.

She needed to act quickly and return to Wang Long's side.

"Please wait, my lord."