Spurt!
Blood mixed with viscera sprayed out. The Tartar officer who had still been grinning ferociously moments ago was cleaved in two by Zhang Queling, from his left shoulder to his right hip!
Scalding organs and intestines hung from the upper half of the corpse before sliding to the ground, steaming furiously.
Before the surrounding Tartar soldiers could react to the bloody scene, Zhang Queling had already raised the door-sized Zhanmadao horizontally before her.
Thud thud thud thud—!
In the next instant, a locust swarm of arrows came raining down!
Countless arrows carried shrill whistles as they viciously embedded themselves in the broad, thick back of the blade, sending a string of sparks flying.
As for those that struck her body, it was like hitting rotten leather; they could not even pierce her skin and flesh.
"Anyone below the Third Order, don't approach! Archers, keep firing—!"
Someone among the pursuers rasped out an order in a language no one could understand.
Zhang Queling snorted coldly. Spotting an opening, she leaped sideways, crashing through the wooden window of a nearby civilian house with a clatter before diving inside.
Thud thud thud! Pfft pfft pfft!
The dense rain of arrows followed close behind, nailing the outer walls, doors, and windows of the house and kicking up a broad shower of splinters.
Yao Zhixue, should I keep heading east? Zhang Queling asked rapidly in her heart.
Head southeast instead. Go to Tongji Gate—the fewest people are over there! Yao Zhixue's emotions had already calmed, and her words were exceptionally clear.
Good!
Boom! Crack!
Zhang Queling lowered her body and sank her shoulder. With a ferociously powerful Iron Mountain Lean, the rear wall of the house shattered into pieces!
Broken bricks and clods of earth shot outward as smoke and dust billowed everywhere.
She