Princess, something terrible has happened! The prince consort has attempted suicide again!

Both of them were taken aback when they saw this.

"Young Master Zhang, leave us alone and depart immediately!"

Zhang Xiaomeng strode forward, gripping a dagger tightly in his palm, his expression resolute: "I have destroyed the evidence on the back mountain, there are no more troubles. You go, I will hold off the soldiers."

"No! That's too dangerous..."

Before the monk could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaomeng interrupted him sharply: "I am the heir of the Marquis of Wu. Imperial soldiers dare not harm me in the slightest. Get out of here!"

The two monks were deeply shocked, believing that Zhang Xiaomeng was extremely kind and righteous, and they were extremely grateful.

Without further hesitation, he turned and fled.

But just as the two turned around, all the tenderness in Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes vanished, and with a flick of his wrist, a cold dagger suddenly pierced into the back of one of them!

A sharp, intense pain instantly swept through my entire body.

The monk's pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief, and his body froze on the spot.

"Junior brother!"

The other person let out a mournful roar, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Zhang Xiaomeng.

Even if he were dull-witted, he would finally realize the truth at this moment.

From beginning to end, they, along with Master Watanabe, were all manipulated by this bastard!

"I kill you!"

A furious roar echoed across the scene. The surviving monk, his eyes bloodshot, gripped his long staff tightly and, with all his might, smashed it down on Zhang Xiaomeng's head with a violent gust of wind.

Zhang Xiaomeng stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.

At the critical moment, a clear and cold shout suddenly pierced the air:

"How dare this thieving monk!"

A dazzling cherry-red streak flashed by, and with a slight lift of her hand, she steadily blocked the deadly blow.

The monk, blinded by grief and rage, ignored whoever was and continued his furious attack, slamming his staff down again: "Get out of my way!"

"court death."

A cold, indifferent sound rang out, and the silver spear was suddenly drawn, its cold light sweeping across the room!

click-

The cracking sound was extremely sharp and piercing!

The sturdy wooden staff snapped in two with a snap, but the violent force of the spear still lingered, sending the monk flying.

He vomited a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and died the moment he landed.

One move, instant kill!

Upon seeing this, all the officers and soldiers instantly raised their weapons and shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens:

"The princess is mighty! The princess is mighty!"

Everyone's face was burning hot, their eyes filled with awe and submission.

Zhao Changning holstered his gun and stood still, his gaze instantly locking onto Zhang Xiaomeng. He spoke rapidly, "Where is Feng Yi?"

"She was severely injured and unconscious by the riverbank, but her life is not in immediate danger," Zhang Xiaomeng said urgently. "Don't delay, hurry and chase after the riverbank, we can't let them get away!"

Upon hearing that Feng Yi was injured, Zhao Changning's delicate brows furrowed abruptly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. Without further ado, she immediately pressed, "Where did you escape to?"

"The dining hall, there's a secret passage hidden there," Zhang Xiaomeng immediately pointed out the direction.

"Walk!"

Zhao Changning grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng and, with a swift movement, rushed to the dining hall.

As they raced along the route, Zhang Xiaomeng, seeing the soldiers behind him still motionless, couldn't help but urgently say, "Crossing the river is very strong; the two of us alone can't stop them!"

Zhao Changning's cloak billowed in the wind, her eyes flashing with a sharp light, radiating extreme confidence: "More people will only slow us down. You just need to watch from the side; I alone am enough."

A moment later, the two rushed into the dining hall.

The hall was deserted, and the floor was in a mess.

Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes quickly swept across the entire area, locking onto the container against the wall, and he immediately stepped forward to try and move it.

Unfortunately, the force was insufficient, and the container remained motionless.

"I'll do it."

Zhao Changning raised his hand and pulled him away, raising his silver spear high before slamming it down fiercely!

boom!

A deafening roar shook the hall, and the heavy shipping container instantly shattered into pieces, revealing the dark entrance to the secret passage behind it.

"Enter."

Zhao Changning was the first to leap into the secret passage.

……

The other end of the secret passage connects to a remote mountain road.

The roadside weeds swayed violently, and one after another, bald heads emerged from underground holes.

The monks landed in a sorry state, covered in cold sweat, their faces filled with relief at surviving a disaster.

"We finally escaped!"

"The soldiers probably can't catch up, right?" one of the monks said in a low voice, still feeling uneasy.

Du An steadied his breathing and reassured everyone with a confident expression: "This secret passage is extremely well hidden, and the government will have a very hard time detecting it. By the time they realize what's happening, we will have already fled thousands of miles away."

As he finished speaking, his heart was filled with gratitude: "We were able to escape safely this time entirely thanks to Prince Zhang's selfless act of stopping us. We must always remember this kindness."

The monks nodded in gratitude and were about to quickly leave.

Right now!

A cold glint suddenly shot out from the dark secret passage!

puff-

The silver spear pierced his chest, and blood gushed forth!

The last monk didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Everyone was instantly terrified, shouting in panic, "The pursuers are here! Run!"

In the midst of the chaos, Zhao Changning, exuding a murderous aura, leaped out of the secret passage and grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng, who was following closely behind.

The next moment, the cold spearhead was pressed firmly against Zhang Xiaomeng's neck.

Zhao Changning's cold gaze swept across the entire room, her sharp voice intimidating everyone: "Anyone who dares to take another step will be killed on the spot!"

This was precisely Zhang Xiaomeng's pre-planned strategy—to use himself as bait to hold everyone back.

The effect is immediate.

The people who were about to scatter and flee suddenly stopped at the ferry.

Zhang Xiaomeng cooperated perfectly, feigning fearlessness, and shouted loudly, "Don't worry about me! You guys get out of here!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Changning snapped coldly.

Zhang Xiaomeng immediately sneered, deliberately provoking him: "Zhao Changning, you think you can stop all of us all by yourself? That's wishful thinking!"

Upon hearing this, the monks felt much calmer.

It turns out there was only one person on the other end!

Du'an's gaze darkened slightly, his face revealing disdain: "I've long heard that Princess Changning is the Goddess of War of Dongling, brave and skilled in battle, but you far underestimate the Buddhist sect. A mere individual dares to block our path? You overestimate yourself!"

Seeing that everyone was indeed completely restrained and no one was trying to escape, a cold, sharp glint flashed in Zhao Changning's eyes. She abruptly pushed Zhang Xiaomeng aside and shouted:

"Then today, I alone will slaughter you all!"

Before the words were even finished, the silver spear was drawn, and his figure moved like a phoenix flitting across the sky, rushing straight at the monks!

"Stop her!" Watanabe waved his hand.

Ordinary monks couldn't withstand even a single move from Zhao Changning.

Silver light surged, the spear wind was incomparably fierce, and blood splattered and screams echoed wherever it passed.

In just a few breaths, more than half of the monks were killed or wounded, their corpses strewn all over the ground.

Watari's eyes widened in fury; he was utterly enraged!

He slammed his feet off the ground, his body leaping into the air. He raised his long staff high above his head, carrying a thunderous force, and smashed it down on Zhao Changning's head like Mount Tai crashing down!

"Die!"

The staff strikes with ferocious force, its oppressive aura sweeping across the entire arena.

Zhang Xiaomeng, who was watching from the sidelines, felt a sudden tightness in his chest and instinctively blurted out, "Watch out!"

He witnessed firsthand the terrifying strength of the man on the other side of the river. Feng Yi was powerless against his staff and was knocked unconscious with a single blow.

Even though Zhao Changning is born with superhuman strength, she is still a woman. Her size and strength seem far inferior to the burly and powerful Du An. Under normal circumstances, she has no chance of winning!

Faced with this powerful and fatal blow, Zhao Changning showed no fear whatsoever, only utter contempt.

She didn't even bother to raise her gun; her slender hand suddenly shot out, with perfect precision, and firmly grasped the long wooden stick that was hurtling towards her!

next moment.

click!

She broke the sturdy, heavy wooden stick in half with her bare hands!

Zhang Xiaomeng's pupils constricted sharply, and he was stunned into silence, with only one thought in his mind:

Is this some kind of monster?