The elderly man in the lead, dressed in a suit, snorted coldly at the sight and waved his hand. Dozens of people closed in on Ying Li at once.
That was right. He had never intended to play out some one-against-ten-thousand "one woman guarding the pass" act with Ying Li.
He had come here today with the intention of beating someone to death.
"Get her!"
"..."
At the old man's command, no one attacked immediately. Their Adam's apples bobbed, cold sweat beaded on their foreheads, and they looked extremely hesitant.
For a moment, they all looked at one another, but no one made a move.
"I said attack together! Are you deaf?!"
The old man in the suit barked another harsh order. The dozens of desperate men holding blades, spears, clubs, and staffs suddenly hardened their hearts and swarmed Ying Li.
"Kill!!!!!"
A blade came chopping down at her head, yet Ying Li did not even blink.
She turned aside, pushed, and twisted a wrist.
Before the owner of the gleaming blade could react, his saber grazed a loose strand of hair by Ying Li's forehead and plunged into the tall, thin man behind her, who had been swinging a club at her.
Pfft!
White went in, red came out.
The tall, thin man's eyes bulged wide. He died with his eyes open.
After taking out one man first, Ying Li planted her feet firmly and moved back and forth across the ground, faintly tracing the shape of Tai Chi. She narrowly evaded one close-range weapon after another, while her own movements never stopped. A spearhead pierced through an ally and stabbed straight toward Ying Li's heart.
Ying Li's pupils shrank sharply. She had not expected them to be ruthless enough to strike even their own companion. With no time