Under the fierce onslaught of the sword-shirted woman, the more than twenty black-clad men protecting the carriage finally couldn't control their inner fear.
After seventeen or eighteen had died, they shouted and scattered in panic to escape.
However, at this moment, trying to escape was clearly already a bit too late.
The sword-shirted woman retrieved her broadsword from atop the shaft of the second carriage, caught up with the three running away, and killed them one by one before turning her gaze to Zuo Duanshou, who had just emerged from the bushes.
"Did you come with that person?"
When Black Wolf and Leopard blocked Chen Ping and the other, the distance wasn't too far, and not only Zhuang Hongyi could see it, but others in the convoy could also clearly see it.
"Yes, Seventh Brother instructed me not to appear before the battle stopped," Zuo Duanshou hurriedly answered.
