The Flower Fell

Zhao Meng had actually abandoned Chen Ling'er in the courtyard and lunged straight at Chen Xiaoyu.

With a sweep of his hand, a dazzling, brilliant blade of light slashed out.

It blazed like the scorching sun overhead and struck like lightning.

In Wen Tian's eyes, the eldest princess was swallowed by that beautiful, brilliant blade light, like a lovely flower cut down by the beastly Zhao Meng.

By the time the blade light vanished, a beautiful life was already on the verge of ending.

"Ah!"

Chen Ling'er cried out in alarm. In that split second, she hadn't expected the man wielding the long blade to strike at Chen Xiaoyu in the main hall.

She was furious. If anything happened to Chen Xiaoyu, she'd be worried sick.

The instant she abruptly drew her sword—

"Clang!" Wen Tian, who had been watching her with his spirit sword in hand, moved to stop her.

A hum rang out.

Just as the long blade in Zhao Meng's hand was about to cleave into Chen Xiaoyu's chest, a faint golden light shimmered before her. In a flash, it blocked the fatal strike.

Like a startled beast in the mountains, Chen Xiaoyu fled in panic toward the courtyard.

With a single leap, she landed beneath the peach tree by the courtyard wall.

The young woman clutched her sword in one hand and the peach tree in the other, trembling with fear. Peach blossoms drifted down from the branches.

She was no match for Zhao Meng.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Chen Ling'er traded several blows with Wen Tian, but neither could gain the upper hand. Seeing Chen Xiaoyu escape danger, Chen Ling'er stopped fighting.

After his initial shock, Zhao Meng didn't hesitate for an instant.

With a roar, he charged at Chen Xiaoyu like a ferocious beast.

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