Chapter 68 068 Unsheathed Tonight, she will fight her way to the throne...
The celestial deity openly appeared in the ghost realm, which completely overturned the ghosts' understanding!
The ghost soldiers and generals who were originally following behind "Guang Si" were all dumbfounded. They stopped their attack and turned their spears towards Fu Luo.
Fu Luo stared at the handsome face revealed after the silver mask shattered, bewildered and shocked.
"So it was you...it was you! You're actually General Meng?!"
The Celestial Realm and the Ghost Realm have been at war for so many years, and Fu Luo has fought this famous Ghost Realm general many times, but he has never seen the other's true face. Now, seeing his face under the mask for the first time, he recognized him almost immediately!
This is the mortal imp he captured and brought to Heaven back then! It was because of his meddling that Yu Meng escaped from his grasp, ultimately leading to such irreversible consequences.
It wasn't that Fu Luo had an amazing memory; it was simply that this face was too unforgettable. Those features, those eyebrows and eyes, could immediately evoke the phrase "femme fatale." Even though the young man had changed a lot from his innocent boyish appearance back then, he was still easily recognizable.
Fu Luo felt a surge of anger and swung his long sleeves, trying to snatch the vajra.
How can the precious treasure of Desire Dream be defiled by ghosts?!
However, the Vajra spontaneously avoided Fu Luo and firmly guarded the young Ghost General.
Fu Luo frowned deeply. How could a celestial object recognize a ghost as its master? Unless... unless this vajra was personally given to it by its former owner.
But by what right?! How could a lowly beggar like him have earned her pity back then?!
Jealousy and bitterness distorted Fu Luo's face, causing him to lose the elegance of a god.
General Meng sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the vajra returned to its normal size and was held in his hand.
"Since you recognize me, you should know why this vajra is in my hands. Fu Luo, considering you once saved her life, I'll let you go this time. Now get lost."
Fu Luo knew that now that his identity had been exposed, he could not stay any longer. His purpose in infiltrating the Ghost Realm was twofold: first, to disturb Yan Lie's mind and wreak havoc on the Ghost Realm; and second, to detect Yu Meng's divine essence.
He never imagined that the essence of Desire Dream would reside within the Ghost Princess. Had he not been greedy and risked infiltrating the palace to approach the princess under the guise of tutoring her, he wouldn't have been discovered so quickly.
Fu Luo glanced at A Meng not far away, composed himself, and said to General Meng, "I've heard that General Meng of the Ghost Realm has a sweetheart and has been searching for her for so many years. I wonder if she has found her yet?"
General Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze cold and sharp. "This is none of your business."
Fu Luo's eyes flickered, and he understood. He was certain that General Meng had not yet realized that the person he longed for day and night was none other than the princess, who was both far away and right before his eyes.
This realization gave Fu Luo a secret sense of victory and smugness. In his good mood, he even smiled amiably.
"So be it. The past is like fleeting clouds, it has nothing to do with me anymore. I only wish that the general can find his sweetheart soon."
He bowed again from afar and said to A Meng, "Your Highness, our fate is not limited to this. We have a long future ahead of us."
After saying that, she turned around gracefully and disappeared.
Fu Luo left, but the mutiny was far from over. Some of the rebels, initially unaware of the truth, immediately defected to General Meng's forces upon seeing Fu Luo. However, those who pretended not to know, especially the royal families who supported Princess Xi Yuan, were well aware that once Princess Meng inherited the throne, they would all suffer the consequences when the retribution came.
Rather than becoming fish on a chopping board and being slaughtered at will, it's better to fight to the death while the situation is still uncertain tonight!
Thus, a new round of fighting began.
"Your Highness! Swords have no eyes, this humble general will escort you into the inner palace to take shelter!" the deputy general who remained inside the barrier said to A Meng.
Looking at the battlefield outside the barrier, A Meng saw ghosts constantly having their inner cores exploded and their souls scattered. The vast Ghost Kingdom Palace had been transformed into a battlefield of carnage, filled with black mist and soaring resentment.
"No need."
The young girl took apart her messy double buns, asked someone to bring her a hair ornament, and meticulously retied them. Then she drew the sword from the adjutant's body and leaped onto the high wall.
She said to the ghost soldiers supporting the barrier, "Remove the barrier, fight your way out of the palace, join the people outside, and together we will crush the rebels!"
These ghost soldiers only obeyed General Meng, so even though the princess gave the order herself, they dared not move and continued to guard the barrier diligently.
A Meng was not surprised at all. She didn't say anything more, but randomly kicked down a barrier soldier. Taking advantage of this brief gap, she directly tore open a gap in the barrier, just like her master, and flew out.
The ghost soldiers inside the barrier were terrified, especially General Meng's deputy, who roared angrily, "What are you all standing there for! Her Highness the Princess has gone out, what the hell are you guarding this barrier for! Get the hell out there and do something! Hurry! Hurry! If anything happens to Her Highness, be careful the General will shatter your inner cores!"
The palace gates swung open, and the ghost army that had retreated to the Queen's chambers poured out, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
Originally, only the rebels who had temporarily defected were supporting General Meng outside the barrier, and the situation was quite deadlocked. However, the forces supporting Princess Meng suddenly gained the upper hand.
General Meng noticed someone behind him and was about to retaliate when he suddenly saw his little apprentice's face, and his expression changed drastically.
"Your Highness, why are you out here? This is ridiculous!"
A Meng swiftly and decisively severed the head of a traitorous general, a move clearly demonstrating her master's skill. She then defended herself, saying, "Master, times have changed."
In fact, A Meng was not acting rashly. For example, when Fu Luo was still there, their side was at a disadvantage, so it was best to defend. If she rashly broke out of the barrier, it would only bring trouble to General Meng.
But now that Fu Luo is gone, the enemy has lost its main fighting force and its legitimate motive for a coup d'état. It has become an unjust army with no legitimate cause. Naturally, we should join forces to take advantage of the situation and eliminate the enemy's arrogance.
If she can't even judge this basic battlefield situation, then all those years of learning from General Meng have been for nothing.
General Meng immediately understood what his little apprentice meant, but he was unwilling to let her take risks and firmly disagreed with her going to the front line.
Ah Meng insisted, "Master, the Ghost Realm reveres the strong. Perhaps all of Mother's painstaking efforts over the years have been for this very day!"
Zhu Miao always told her that she didn't want her to be raised as a delicate flower. She hoped her daughter would be strong enough to protect herself, and tonight was the moment when the delicate flower would transform into a sharp blade.
Faced with the girl's resolute gaze, General Meng finally relented, even revealing a hint of a relieved smile.
"Then Your Highness, take good care of yourself and use everything I've taught you, one by one, on those who dare to covet your throne!"
"good!"
A Meng nodded vigorously. Her face was splattered with the enemy's blood, yet it was like a precious sword that had just been stained with blood, its cold light shining brightly, its sharpness emerging and disappearing, no longer confined to its sheath, merely a decoration.
Tonight, she will fight her way to the throne, the throne left to her by her father and the throne her mother gave her with her life.
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