Under the sword-clad woman's relentless charge, the twenty-odd men in black protecting the carriage finally succumbed to their fear.
After seventeen or eighteen had died, they let out a shout and scattered in panic.
But by then, it was clearly too late to escape.
The sword-clad woman retrieved her broadsword from the second carriage shaft, caught up with the three fleeing men, and killed them one by one before turning to Left-Handed, who had just emerged from the bushes.
"Did you come with that man?"
When Black Wolf and Leopard intercepted Chen Ping and his companion, they weren't far apart; not only Zhuang Hongyi saw them, but the others in the caravan certainly did as well.
"Yes, Seventh Brother told me not to show myself until the battle is over," Left-Handed quickly replied.
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