Surrounded on all sides, the woman faced blades and swords everywhere, yet she showed no trace of panic. Her footwork was graceful, and the guards' weapons slashed through empty air while each of her strikes took a guard's life.
Wei Xiaobao had long since been alerted. Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian drew their blades and shielded him. Wei Xiaobao watched in terror. "Damn it, hurry! That bitch looks like she wants Xiaobao's life! Zhang Kangnian and the others are good at kissing up, but what damn use are they if she really comes after me?"
When he looked back and saw that Song Qingshu had arrived at his side, Wei Xiaobao finally felt somewhat reassured. After that fright, the woman's breathtaking beauty left no impression on him at all. He only prayed that the people around him could keep him safe.
More and more guards arrived. Knowing that the situation was hopeless, the woman decided to leave as soon as possible. Song Qingshu had already seen through her intentions from her movements and smiled knowingly. Just as he was about to lend her a hand, he caught sight of a group of archers rushing over from the corner of his eye.
Song Qingshu was startled. He had not expected the Prefect of Jinling to be so lavish with his resources. After all, the most effective weapons ordinary soldiers had against martial arts experts were bows and crossbows. Unless one was a godlike master, wave after wave of arrows from an army would turn even the most skilled fighter into a pincushion.
Song Qingshu could not bear to let someone as ethereal as this woman perish here. He raised a hand and drew the wooden sword embedded in a pillar into his grasp. "Don't let the thief escape!" he shouted as