Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

The Lianjiao Prison had come out in full force this time, their purpose clearly evident: to subjugate the Dragon Roar Pavilion at any cost, or inflict a devastating blow, ultimately annihilating it. Their operation was meticulously planned, meticulously executed. Every step was like a finely woven spider web, meticulously planned and considered; every detail was like a precious gem, meticulously polished, undergoing countless considerations, fearing even the slightest hazard.

Su Nan's eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly scanned the faces around him, some terrified and some desperate. He pondered inwardly, "If I hadn't been here, how many of these people around here would have survived this apocalyptic disaster? Even though Lianjiaoyu keeps talking about subjugating disciples, how could they possibly be so merciful as to support a bunch of useless, idlers like these ants? So, those so-called masters might still have a tiny chance of survival, but no matter how hard the ordinary disciples struggle, they're doomed to die in the end."

As she thought about this, her heart became as firm as iron, and her determination to save these poor, innocent people whose lives were hanging by a thread became stronger.

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A man slowly emerged from the head of the household opposite. He was immensely tall, his physique immense, and from afar, he resembled a towering, moving mountain. His shoulders, so broad they seemed to bear the immensity of the vast sky, seemed to possess the boundless strength to bear a weighty burden, conveying a sense of rock-solid, unshakable solidity. His massive chest was like an impenetrable, age-old wall of steel. A single glance at his majestic silhouette conveyed a sense of immense power, seemingly capable of annihilating the heavens and earth. His face was resolute and cold, as if meticulously carved by the world's finest craftsmen. Its lines were as sharp as a blade, its angles as distinct as abrupt peaks. His eagle eyes were piercing, like a razor-sharp blade capable of splitting the very void. Wherever he glanced, his gaze seemed to pierce the soul in an instant, sending shivers down one's spine and sending a stream of cold sweat pouring down one's face. Under the high nose bridge, the tightly closed thin lips are like a gate that is always closed and never opened, revealing a sense of extreme coldness and ruthlessness, as if all the emotions in the world cannot stir up even the slightest ripple in his heart.

He approached slowly through the air with a gait as steady and solemn as a mountain. Each step seemed to carry the might of a galloping army, the earth-shaking might of a mountain. Yet, he appeared calm and composed, as if nothing in the world could leave even the slightest trace in his heart, disturbing his tranquil mind. His black robe fluttered wildly in the wind, its intricate and mysterious patterns gleaming with an eerie and sinister light, as if whispering of his unfathomable past, shrouded in blood and slaughter, and his terrifying, utterly terrifying power. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a faint, ambiguous smile of disdain. That scornful curve seemed to silently declare that in his eyes, the Dragon Roar Pavilion were but a group of defenseless, helpless lambs, helpless to be slaughtered at will. His calm demeanor and composed expression were as if the outcome of this battle had been firmly in his control from the very beginning, like a prophecy engraved on an ancient stone tablet.

"Long Yaoguang, you must know that you cannot represent the 300,000 people behind you now. Do you want to die? Why don't you ask them if they want to die?" The man's eyes were as cold as the cold moon in the middle of winter night. His voice was so low that it seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, full of creepy threats, and he used a sinister and cunning method to attack people's hearts.

Pavilion Master Long looked back at the faces behind him, some determined and some confused, and couldn't help but sigh heavily in his heart: "Oh! What should I do?" This sigh was filled with endless helplessness and deep worry.

"Master, please don't listen to the slander of the villain. We are not afraid of death."

"Yes! Pavilion Master, I am willing to live and die with Longyin Pavilion."

Behind him, there were constant resolute, passionate words reaching Long Yaoguang's ears, but more often than not, there was a heavy, oppressive silence. That silence was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on him, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Long Yaoguang's body trembled slightly, and his voice trembled with despair as he said, "Boss, if I die, can you let the people from Longyin Pavilion go?"

"Pavilion Master, don't do that!"

"Pavilion Master!"

The head patriarch let out an unbridled, arrogant laugh. It was like the cry of a night owl, filled with undisguised sarcasm and ridicule. "Hahahaha, Pavilion Master Long, are you kidding? We're not here to seek revenge on you; we're here to subjugate you. Do you think the question you just raised is incredibly foolish?"

"This... Is there really no other way for us to go?" Long Yaoguang's eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. His gaze seemed like a lamp that was about to go out, swaying in the wind.

"Surrender or perish, there is no third way." The boss repeated it again solemnly with a serious expression. His tone was as cold as ice, leaving no room for maneuver, as if it was a ruthless judgment of fate.

"Okay!" Long Yaoguang was like a deflated ball, all his hope and courage instantly vanishing. He gritted his teeth, almost clenching them, and made his final decision: "I, Long Yaoguang, would rather die standing than surrender on my knees. If you want a fight, then let's fight."

The people from Longyin Pavilion behind him also took out their weapons. The weapons flashed with a chilling cold light. The battle was about to break out, as if a bloody storm was about to break out in the next second.

Su Nan stared intently at the incoming person, not daring to relax her gaze for even a moment. Her eyes, like a hawk gazing at its prey, were filled with vigilance and alertness. She was filled with worry, fearing that Pavilion Master Long would be suddenly attacked by the enemy, and her heart was in her throat.

"You're all so desperate for death, so it's no wonder we're so ruthless and cruel." The headmaster's expression turned cold, like the chill of December, sending shivers down his spine. With a sudden wave of his hand, the numerous Spiritualization Stage cultivators behind him flew down from the cloud peaks like meteors, charging straight at the Dragon Roar Pavilion with a destructive aura.

The millions of evil cult monks on the ground who had not yet reached the God Transformation Stage were like a surging, overwhelming wave, rushing madly towards the Longyin Pavilion. The shouts of killing were deafening, as if they were going to swallow up the entire world.

"Longyin Pavilion is finished." This desperate and sad thought arose in everyone's mind almost at the same time. The thought was like an lingering haze, hanging over everyone's heart.

Just as Su Nan was about to lift the seal and go to meet the enemy, an accident happened.

There was a "boom...boom..." sound in the sky. The sound was dull and heavy, like the heartbeat of a giant thousands of feet high. Every beat carried a power that shook the heavens and the earth, shocking everyone to stop.

The big boss was stunned for a moment, then looked up and muttered something to himself. His facial expressions were extremely rich. Sometimes he frowned, his brows were tightly furrowed like a tangled rope; sometimes he showed an expression of respect, and there was a bit of fear in that respect.

After a moment, he shouted, "Everyone from the Purgatory Prison, retreat!" His voice was urgent and panicked. Then he said to the remaining leaders, "Follow me, quickly." His tone was filled with unquestionable determination.

The sky was filled with cultivators at the Divine Transformation Stage and above, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished, as if they had never appeared. The evil cult cultivators on the ground also retreated rapidly, like the receding tide. In a moment, they disappeared, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and the terrified Dragon Roar Pavilion personnel.

It was not until this moment that the people in Longyin Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone knew that they had just been to the gates of hell and luckily escaped disaster.

Long Yaoguang said nothing, silently flying back to his own chambers. His forlorn figure seemed incomparably lonely and desolate. It was unknown what profound impact this heavy blow would have on him.

The elders dismissed everyone and returned to their own residences with exhausted looks. Everyone knew that everyone was still in shock. This fear that was deep in their bones could not be eliminated in a short time. Many people's Tao hearts were almost shattered in this catastrophe and it would take a long time to repair.

Su Nan certainly didn't have such fearful thoughts. She was simply wondering, "Why did the people from the Purgatory Horns retreat? What exactly happened? Was it a more powerful enemy invading, forcing them to retreat to defend? Or was there some other hidden secret?"

Su Nan found a quiet and deserted place and lifted the seal. Then her figure gradually became illusory and finally disappeared, as if it had merged into the void.