Over the years, Jian Ling had witnessed Meng Qingqian's work firsthand. She was a good ruler; dying for her, even at the cost of countless lives, was well worth it. She was someone who had experienced hunger, and hunger was a terrifying feeling.
"Sword Ling!"
Meng Qingqian's eyes widened, and she could only manage to utter this one sentence with all her might.
She was filled with regret. If her plan hadn't been so radical, if she hadn't tried to lure the enemy out, but instead had retreated to Fenghua Palace from the beginning and then sent warriors to slowly eliminate the assassins, wouldn't it have been better?
But reality doesn't allow for a second chance.
As Jian Ling released his grip, Meng Qingqian slowly fell. The fine iron sword of the Yan Kingdom warrior appeared above her with a whooshing sound. In her vision, it was about to pierce Jian Ling's body and penetrate her chest.
Right there, a black figure rushed to the very center of the battlefield at incredible speed. He knelt on the ground, supporting Meng Qingqian's waist with one hand to prevent her from falling, while his other hand directly grabbed the fine iron sword that was thrusting towards Jian Ling!
Everything seemed to have stopped.
Only the blood dripping from the man's hand, cut by the sword blade, fell drop by drop onto Meng Qingqian's fair face.
It looked like her tears.
Meng Qingqian was about to cry. Her lips moved, her eyes brimming with tears, and she said with extreme grievance, like a bullied little girl, "He Yunxiao..."
He Yunxiao smiled and said reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
"Jian Ling, take her away, and leave the rest to me."
Jian Ling was slightly taken aback, then quickly took Meng Qingqian from He Yunxiao's hands and headed straight for Fenghua Palace without looking back.
Meng Qingqian knew He Yunxiao's strength—a ninth-rank martial artist—but she also knew the difference between a ninth-rank and a grandmaster. She had never felt so flustered before.
She even abandoned her usual pride as the eldest princess, pleading desperately with Jian Ling, "Jian Ling, I beg you to save him. Please save him, okay? I..."
Jian Ling continued running towards Feng Hua Palace without changing his expression.
"Your Highness's safety is of utmost importance."
Meng Qingqian pursed her lips, unable to speak. She knew she couldn't die for the greater good, but if He Yunxiao was gone, what was the point of her living alone in this world?
A rare look of awe appeared on Jian Ling's face as she said with utmost seriousness, "Your Highness, don't be afraid, he is very strong."
He Yunxiao is indeed very strong. Under the influence of Chu Chu's demonic power transfer, his cultivation has quietly reached the peak of the ninth rank. He is even on par with Chu Fan.
The Yan warrior didn't intend to pay any attention to He Yunxiao. He wanted to draw his sword and chase after Meng Qingqian, but he didn't expect that the fine iron sword was firmly held in He Yunxiao's hand, and he wouldn't let go even if his skin was torn open.
The Yan warriors looked at He Yunxiao as if he were a madman.
He Yunxiao laughed.
He slowly rose to his feet, facing the once unattainable grandmaster.
To challenge a Grandmaster with a ninth-rank weapon is indeed extremely reckless. But He Yunxiao knows that he has no choice but to be reckless.
In this world, there aren't many things that would drive him to fight to the death. Money? Power? Influence? Face? He doesn't care about any of them. But if anyone dares to harm his family, then don't blame him for fighting to the death!
In the afternoon sunlight on the Imperial Palace Avenue, He Yunxiao revealed a warm smile.
"So it turns out it's not the protagonist who gets the female lead, but the person who gets the female lead who will eventually become the protagonist. Hello, my first defeated opponent in a battle against someone of a higher level."
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