Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

The soldier’s corpse crashed into the ground, bounced twice, and landed like a ragged bag in the corner. His limbs twitched, eyes gradually losing their spark.

”More soldiers have arrived.” Qin Xiu observed from afar as even more soldiers filled the courtyard.

A war of attrition wasn’t an option.

She immediately went to little Qingyi’s side, Qingfeng Sword dripping with blood, and held her to run.

Little Qingyi’s eyes were blank. Were the guards this formidable? Had one person really counterattacked and killed so many of them?! How could she be so strong! That was several soldiers, their attacks easily neutralized, and even counter-killed!

Her astonishment completely overshadowed her fear, and little Qingyi stared vacantly at Qin Xiu’s resolute face, her mind blank, unable to think.

Only one thought, drifting in her dazed mind, ”Sister... so strong!”

The misty rain gradually intensified, and corpses continued to fall around Qin Xiu as she tried to carve a bloody path.