"Hmph! Shoot her dead!" one of the retainers shouted.
Several retainers drew their bows and fired at Xina. Xina remained unfazed, gripping her sword and charging forward first.
Draw a bow at this distance? Do you really take her for some weak woman?
Although Xina was merely a peasant girl who farmed for a living, with an average build and no knowledge of swordsmanship—far inferior to these professional soldiers—she possessed a reckless courage.
To her, aside from being abandoned by Mo Qiong, there was nothing left in this world to fear.
Even if she died, she would merely descend into hell and keep the Demon King company.
Compared with death, what she could accept even less was losing the demon sword and Mo Qiong's trust.
Though Mo Qiong had said the sword was not particularly valuable, Xina did not think so.
In close combat, courage was extremely important. Though these retainers had received training, they could not withstand a woman who fought like a madman, fearless of death.
If she had merely been a madwoman, they would not have been afraid. But she was a madwoman wielding a demon sword.
The demon sword was simply too powerful. Whether it struck armor or clashed against an iron sword, a surge of energy would blast them off their feet.
"Ah!" Xina's "swordsmanship" was broad and wild, a mad dance of slaughter.
She ignored the several stabs and arrows lodged in her body, acting like a berserker.
After four companions were hacked down in succession, the remaining two retainers could take no more. They threw away their bows and swords and turned to flee.
Xina could not catch them. Panting heavily, she planted her sword on the ground and stood there.
Then she realized that she had dirtied the sword. She hurriedly pulled