"Miss, don't..."

Aunt Gui quickly grabbed Xu Xiaomeng, who was already leaning over the railing.

"Aunt Gui, leave me alone, Brother Shan is dead, I don't want to live alone, I... I want to follow Brother Shan."

Xu Xiaomeng cried her heart out.

Aunt Gui shook her head, her expression darkened as she spoke.

"Miss, everyone has their fate. This boy grew too quickly, I must admit he was outstanding. As the saying goes, 'the tree that stands out in the forest is destroyed by the wind.' Besides, his personality was arrogant and unrestrained. Even if he hadn't died at Chen Jiao's hands today, someone else would have killed him in the future."

"Now that he is dead, you should obediently follow me abroad to see your father."

"Hahaha..."

On one side, Chen Ziao seized the opportunity to speak.

"I've always said this boy was no match for my dad. Opposing our Blood Flood Dragon Group is like hitting a stone with an egg, a path to self-destruction. But Aunt Gui, I see no need for you to take Miss Xu abroad. Why not stay here, report to Uncle Xu, and let Miss Xu marry me? A marriage alliance between our families, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Xu Xiaomeng was indeed stunningly beautiful, young, and lively, and naturally, Chen Ziao was greatly fond of her.

Aunt Gui didn't refute Chen Ziao but instead pondered deeply.

Before, just a mere young master of the Blood Flood Dragon Group was unqualified to marry Xu Xiaomeng. But now, Chen Jiao has shown Divine Realm abilities.

The son of a Divine Realm expert marrying Xu Xiaomeng.

Then Xu Chihu could easily get the help of a Divine Realm expert for his revenge.

Seeing Aunt Gui's interest piqued, Chen Ziao became even more arrogant.

"Compared to me, that boy is nothing but trash. Miss Xu, you'd better be sensible."

"You think your kind deserves to be compared to Zhang Xiaoshan?"

Just at this moment, a cold and arrogant rebuke sounded from the side.

It was Shen Xinhe.

At this moment, Shen Xinhe's eyes were bloodshot, there were faint tear stains at the corners, and her exquisitely beautiful face bore deep sadness and anger.

"You bitch."

Chen Ziao finally couldn't take it anymore.

Earlier, he endured Shen Xinhe, but now that his father, Chen Jiao, showed his Divine Realm cultivation, why should he endure anymore?

"Do you think I owe you respect? Just because you're a bit good-looking, you think you can act without regard for others? Have you seen how powerful my father is?"

"As my father's only heir, it won't be long before I reach the Divine Realm and become the Chairman of the Blood Flood Dragon Group."

"I'll give you one last chance, kneel and submit to me, become my dog, and I'll spare your life!"

"Ah!"

Just as Chen Ziao was arrogantly rebuking Shen Xinhe, he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"My hand."

His fingers had been snapped by Shen Xinhe, leaving him in agony on his knees.

"Let go, let go of my hand."

"So ruthless!"

The surrounding people finally noticed the situation and were shocked.

"Hey, kid, let go of Young Master Chen, have you had enough of living?"

Someone scolded Shen Xinhe.

But Shen Xinhe was completely unfazed.

"Young Miss, don't..."

Old servant Shen Zhong noticed something was wrong and hurriedly tried to stop, but it was ultimately too late.

"Swoosh."

With a strong fling, she tossed Chen Ziao over the railing, toward the lake.

She herself leaped over.

Also flipping over the railing.

"Spoiled brat, I said you don't deserve to be compared to him."

Shen Xinhe stamped on Chen Ziao's stomach as he was falling.

"Bang"

A crisp sound echoed from Chen Ziao's belly, and he spat out blood. His entire Dantian was destroyed.

"No..."

Having his Dantian destroyed was a fate worse than death for a martial artist.

Chen Ziao let out a grievous cry and fell headlong into the lake, with several henchmen hurriedly diving in to save him.

And Shen Xinhe walked on the water, like a dragonfly skimming the surface, heading straight toward Chen Jiao.

"Is this woman crazy?"

"Is she a Qi Transformation Martial Artist?"

"To easily cripple Chen Ziao and walk on water, she must be at least a Qi Transformation Early Stage Martial Artist at such a young age, and a woman at that, her cultivation is quite impressive."

"But, but no matter how formidable she is, she shouldn't have crippled Chen Ziao, especially in front of Chen Jiao. Isn't that seeking her own death?"

The onlookers on the gallery bridge were shocked and speculating about Shen Xinhe's identity.

"Young Miss, oh, you..."

Old servant Shen Zhong was already somewhat in despair.

What to do now?

Even if Shen Xinhe revealed her identity, Chen Jiao definitely wouldn't let it go.

And at this moment, Shen Xinhe, who was treading the water, was already within ten feet of Chen Jiao.

The fur coat slipped into the water.

She was wearing a dark gray top, light-colored jeans, tall boots, her golden hair spread out and fluttering, revealing a perfect figure.

"How stunning!"

"Is she a fairy descending to the mortal world?"

For a moment, the crowd watching continuously cried out.