Ye Hua had just slain several bandits snoring in their sleep. The Glazed Sword in her hand was still stained with their blood, which dripped steadily from its blade.
Just as she stepped through the doorway, a bandit returning from relieving himself in the night happened to run straight into her. Utter terror spread across his face.
Time seemed to freeze for several seconds as they stared at each other, the tension stretched to its breaking point. Suddenly, the bandit seemed to snap out of his daze and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Help! Enemies are attacking our stronghold..."
But he had barely managed that single cry before Ye Hua swung her sword faster than thunder could reach the ear, striking his vital point-his throat-with unerring precision.
Blood instantly gushed out, splashing onto the ground and forming a gruesome pool.
Even so, the bandit's dying scream had been enough to alert the others.
In an instant, lights blazed throughout the previously silent Bandit Stronghold. Bandits rushed out of their rooms, some without even putting on their trousers, hastily grabbing whatever lay nearby that could serve as a weapon.
"Damn it! Someone actually dared to raid our stronghold! Brothers, grab your weapons and kill them!"
Someone shouted first, and more cries immediately followed, ringing into the heavens.
Ye Hua's expression was as cold and merciless as ice. There was no longer any need to conceal herself. Her figure flickered as she darted like a phantom toward the panicking bandits.
Every swing of the Glazed Sword sent a spray of blood flying. Many unlucky bandits had barely crossed their thresholds before they were cut down and sent to the Yellow Springs.
Meanwhile, Ying Ming Hao hurried over from the other side to reinforce her. He fought shoulder to shoulder