Song Qingshu froze for a moment. By then, Guo Jing beside him had already reacted. He had always been upright and loyal to his friends, and Song Qingshu had even saved his life. How could he possibly stand by and do nothing?
With a tiger-like roar, he flashed between the two and stopped the maid assassin. Though the maid seemed quite skilled, how could she be a match for an expert like Guo Jing?
After exchanging several moves in rapid succession, the maid cried out as the dagger in her hand was knocked away. Guo Jing gave her no chance to catch her breath, immediately striking with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. His palm force was terrifying; if she took that blow head-on, she would be severely wounded even if she survived. He did not give much thought to the fact that she was a woman. In his eyes, she was a vicious assassin. Tempered by years of war and having survived many assassination attempts, he was instinctively merciless toward assassins.
Just as Guo Jing's palm was about to strike the maid, a sword suddenly rang out nearby with a dragon's cry, and a flash of cold light shot toward him. At Guo Jing's level, he had long mastered the ability to see in all directions and hear in all directions. He hurriedly used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in an attempt to knock aside the incoming sword.
Who would have thought that the other party's swordsmanship would be so mysteriously changeable? The blade evaded his palm force at an unimaginable angle, then attacked him like a parasite clinging to bone.
"Good!" Guo Jing shouted inwardly. He did not dare let down his guard and met the newcomer with his full attention. One wielded a nimble and exquisite sword style,