"No. Her Highness's safety is more important," one of the Imperial Guards said, shaking his head.
"But the longer this drags on, the worse things get for us. Won't the Princess be in even greater danger then? I'm here. I'll protect her even if it costs me my life," Huang Xiao said anxiously. Whatever else, the three Imperial Guards were still able fighters. If they joined the battle, they should strengthen their side.
In the past, hearing Huang Xiao say this would certainly have made them think he overestimated himself. With his meager, unranked martial skills, he wanted to protect the Princess? But in their present circumstances, they understood his intentions. Whether his martial arts were strong or weak, he wanted to protect the Princess, and they would not look down on him.
"Brother Huang, it isn't that we don't trust you, but your martial prowess really is..." One of the Imperial Guards shook his head and sighed.
"Go. If Constable Huang isn't enough, there's still me!" Dragging his gravely wounded body over to the carriage, Zhang Jin spoke softly.
"Lord Zhang? You?" They could plainly see how badly Zhang Jin was wounded. Had his injuries been any worse, he might have died.
"Don't worry. If I stake my life on it, this broken body can still hold off a blow or two from two of them. That will give you time to turn back and help. Go! Lord Chen can't hold out!" Zhang Jin barked.
The three had long been frantic with anxiety. Hearing Zhang Jin's words, they said in unison, "We leave everything to you, Lord Zhang, and you, Brother Huang!"
With that, the three drew the sabers at their waists and charged at the Demonic Path practitioners.
"My lord!" Huang Xiao drew his Precious Sword as well.