"I, Xiao Yu, cannot leave you to face those evil ghosts alone, General." Ayu shook his head forcefully at her words.
Whether because she lacked the strength to speak or because she did not know what to say, Xuanyuan Xueluo chose silence, turning without a word to look at Li Yezhu as he led his army charging toward them.
"If only... if only our benefactor Rusty Lion were here."
Xiao Yu brought up Xu Taiping once again.
This time, rather than contradicting him, Xuanyuan Xueluo nodded weakly and said:
"Yes. This Li Yezhu would certainly be no... match for him..."
Perhaps because she felt she had repaid all her "debts," both Xuanyuan Xueluo's gaze and her expression were utterly relaxed now.
"Ayu, help me up..."
Xuanyuan Xueluo raised an arm with great difficulty.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu hurriedly helped her slowly stand.
"Though death awaits us either way, as a descendant of the Xuanyuan Family, I still wish to die with some dignity."
Xuanyuan Xueluo reached up to smooth her disheveled hair, then withdrew her hand from Xiao Yu's grasp and drew the long saber at her waist.
The instant she held her long saber again, Xuanyuan Xueluo's gaze became as resolute as iron once more.
Xiao Yu and the three hundred-odd Personal Guards of Northern Garrison Manor beside her were instantly stirred. They drew the war sabers at their waists, their eyes firm as they looked toward the army charging at them, without the slightest trace of fear.
"Everyone, to die a worthy death today is something to take joy in."
The corners of Xuanyuan Xueluo's mouth suddenly rose. She slowly raised her war saber and continued:
"Will you follow me, a defeated general, in one last Formation Charge?"
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