The sharp weapon that ambushed them collided fiercely with the Broken Sword, causing Zhou Qing to stagger back several steps due to the powerful impact.
Reacting quickly, Yan Xiaohu rushed in with his sword.
"I'll kill you bastards!" A roar filled with endless grief and hatred rang out suddenly.
Shortly after, Yan Xiaohu's somewhat disheveled figure hastily retreated.
Following him, a woman covered in blood, tightly gripping a cyan longsword, staggered out.
Her face, which might have been beautiful, was now drenched in blood, with a few strands of hair messily stuck to her cheeks. Her eyes were like burning flames of blood, reddened, filled with anger and defiance.
Her clothing was tattered and torn, with crisscrossing wounds all over. Some wounds were still bleeding profusely, the blood flowing down along her arms and legs, pooling under her feet into a crimson puddle.
