Yelü Nanxian rode over with a troop of Western Xia cavalry. She was already tall and exceptionally poised; now, mounted alone on her chestnut Rouge Horse, her long legs made for a truly stunningly valiant sight.
Seeing the Western Xia forces arrive, with quite a few First Rank Hall experts among them, the Old Man of the Mountain shouted in a low voice, "Retreat!" His movements were bizarre. With a few twists, he broke free of Xiao Feng and swiftly vanished into the darkness.
The other black-clad men hurriedly followed him in retreat. Yelü Nanxian snorted and waved her hand. The cavalrymen loosed their bows and crossbows in unison. Though those men in black had decent martial arts, how could they compare to the Old Man of the Mountain's speed in fleeing? In an instant, the rain of arrows turned them into pincushions. Some were pinned to the ground, others to trees, in a truly miserable sight.
Watching the people who had massacred the Goryeo delegation meet such an end, the Fu sisters felt immensely gratified. Fu Junyu could not help but praise her. "The Crown Princess of Western Xia is beautiful, and she looks so dashing commanding troops. I wish I could be like her someday."
Fu Junzhuo could not help saying, "I'm afraid you'll never have much chance to command an army, but this Crown Princess truly does leave a deep impression."
Song Qingshu smiled, yet inwardly fell into thought. The Old Man of the Mountain was known as the King of Assassins. He could not possibly fail to understand that once an attack failed, one should flee a thousand miles away. Why had he tangled with Xiao Feng and the others for so long, allowing himself to be surrounded by Western Xia cavalry? No matter how he