The assassins recognized Old Eleven’s prowess and switched to a defensive strategy, using feints and hidden weapons, attacking the other guards.
Old Eleven remained at the center, his sword flying in all directions, deflecting incoming hidden weapons. Mo Qi held the child, Qin Yu Hang held Ye Hui with one arm, wielding a Damascus sword with the other, knocking away flying weapons.
Qin Yu Hang saw his wife pale as paper, blood trickling from her mouth. Checking her pulse and finding it weaker, he gave her some restorative pills and pressed crucial acupuncture points to stop the poison’s spread. Thinking of dying together seemed to bring him some peace.
At that moment, a group of dozens of patrol officers arrived, showing impressive martial arts skills. From the other end of the street came the sound of thundering horses.
The assassins, realizing the dire situation, became even more desperate. Thinking of their captive families, they attacked with renewed savagery, causing several Prince of Chu’s guards to fall in mutual destruction.
Old Eleven continued his fierce assault, breaking weapons and cutting down assassins with spectacular skill.
The assassins remained brutal, and the guards fought like tigers.
Qin Yu Hang surveyed the scene and instructed, “Old Eleven, hold the Empress.” He handed Ye Hui to Old Eleven and began his own assault, using a remarkable flicking technique to send a hidden weapon through an assassin’s heart.
Old Eleven took Ye Hui.
Qin Yu Hang, a disciple of the Tianying Sect, was nearly unmatched. His Damascus sword cut through multiple weapons, severing an assassin’s arm, then splitting another in half with a powerful strike. A third assassin was kicked meters away, fatally wounded.
The remaining assassins were shocked by such extraordinary skill.
“Don’t let the assassins escape, catch them!” he shouted.
Those constables had already arrived, with several of the leaders immediately joining the battle. The guards, seeing reinforcements, were invigorated and each displayed their prowess.
