However, on the side of the Eighth Princess, there are only a dozen or so guards. While they are enough to handle flowery fists and embroidered legs, the black-clad assassins they face now are ruthless killers who lick blood off the knife's edge, and they outnumber them, with thirty to forty men.
The enemy is many, we are few.
The people in black strike viciously, forcing the guards protecting the Eighth Princess to retreat incessantly.
Swords have no eyes. Bai Xian carefully avoids the swords that might cause him harm while also observing the situation.
The Eighth Princess's guards, due to the opponent's superior force and numbers, are gradually showing signs of defeat. Yet one of them releases a signal flare.
The signal flare whooshes into the sky, igniting green smoke above.
