Qin Yao gave a signal to the two people in front of her: Find weapons, fight!

The two were slightly surprised.

But Liu Ji suddenly became less flustered.

The fierce woman was still so calm, she must have a plan.

Fighting was just a last resort.

But it was not yet time to use the last resort.

Of course, it didn’t hurt to have him and Song Yu find their weapons first, just in case.

Sure enough, the next second, Qin Yao opened the carriage door wide, revealing the empty carriage. She raised her cold eyes to the assassins surrounding her who were hesitating to make a move and said loudly:

"The person you want is no longer with me. We have no grievances originally, so why engage in pointless entanglements with me?"

"If I were you, I’d immediately go after that group ahead, kill the target, and complete the mission beautifully."

The leader in black looked at her with doubt.

Qin Yao sneered, pulling out a silver note of 150 taels from her chest, "My partnership with him has ended. Whether you kill or beat him now has nothing to do with me."

The people in black still showed no signs of leaving.

Qin Yao understood instantly; the three of them were also definitely on the kill list.

Given this, why not take advantage of the assassins’ hesitancy to strike and preemptively take action?

It’s a pity she didn’t have the Divine Arm Bow, but for these 30 people, the long knife was enough!

Thinking this, Qin Yao’s body was already in motion, swiftly pulling out a long knife from under the carriage, while tossing Liu Ji and Song Yu, who had found a whip and a firewood stick as weapons, onto the carriage.

As the long knife struck out, she shouted loudly: "Break through on the right side!"

Liu Ji, accustomed to years of ’domestic violence,’ responded instinctively to her orders and, without thinking, threw the firewood stick to Song Yu, grabbed the reins, and steered the horse.

Simultaneously, as Qin Yao’s voice fell, three black-clad men blocking the right side of the carriage were slashed across the neck by the sweeping long knife.

A torrent of blood sprayed out, drenching Liu Ji and Song Yu’s faces.

Liu Ji roared, "Wife, could you warn us next time you make a move?"

He tightened his grip, snatched the whip from Song Yu, and with hot blood on his face, drove the horse over the three fallen bodies, breaking through from the right.

Such coordination compelled Qin Yao to praise them: "Beautifully done~"

The leader of the black-clad men finally reacted, simultaneously shocked and raising his weapon to strike at Qin Yao.

Qin Yao didn’t even glance at him, kicking up a circle of sand and dust, the ricocheting stones shooting into the assassins’ eyes like high-speed bullets, bringing down another three instantly.

She kicked away a masked assassin rushing at her with tremendous force, sending not only them but also those behind them flying.

Soon, there was a path in front of her through the encirclement.

Qin Yao sprinted, chasing down those trying to pursue the carriage, lifting her blade, beheading them.

Watching the bewildered expressions in the eyes of the falling heads, Qin Yao shrugged. She was just used to killing zombies, not leaving intact corpses behind.

Seeing the carriage safely escape the encirclement, Qin Yao slightly smiled, taking two deep breaths.

In those two breaths, the remaining assassins surrounded her again.

Her sudden assault had reduced the original thirty to twenty.

When the opponents prepared to employ other tactics against her, Qin Yao, having been attacked before, scattered the improved powder form of ’smiling half-step madness’ Ah Wang gave her first!

It’s an anesthetic, non-toxic, but inhaling a small amount causes confusion, foggy consciousness, and slowed body reactions.

At such a close distance, even though the assassins instinctively held their breath when the powder was spread, a minute amount was inevitably inhaled.

For professional assassins, that little bit was fatal.

Half a second of sluggishness was enough for Qin Yao to slaughter them under her blade.

This time, with a divine weapon in hand, Qin Yao was like a war god. Regular swords clashing with her massive broadsword could only shatter into pieces.

Decapitating ten assassins in a row, Qin Yao, stained with fresh blood, felt the intense scent of blood and battle arousing her, her eyes blood-red, brimming with malevolence, emitting a suffocating murderous aura.

Under her relentless, seemingly tireless offensive, the remaining assassins were gasping for breath, their sword-holding hands shaking violently.

The leader in black thought the bloodied figure before him seemed less of a human and more of a ruthless killing machine.

Honestly, he was ready to meet King Yan.

Then, in the next moment, his vision dropped straight down as his head rolled to the ground.

Before losing consciousness completely, the leader thought that death was not painful after all.

Qin Yao kicked away the leader’s head that rolled to her feet, ending the miserable and undignified lives of the remaining assassins one by one under their terrified gazes.

The wind rustled the forest trees, leaves shaking, creating a rustling sound.

Then, the entire forest plunged into an eerie silence.

Sticking the sword into the ground, Qin Yao leaned on the hilt with both hands, standing slightly bent amid the blood, her eyes gradually clearing.

Seeing the battlefield, she was slightly stunned.

She hadn’t expected that even having traversed to a world without zombies or mutated plants and animals, she’d still end up decapitating so many heads in one go.

But soon, her heart calmed, accepting the gruesome scene on the ground.

"Wife, wipe your face."

A hand appeared in her sight, trembling as it offered her a clean handkerchief.

Qin Yao raised her eyes, unaware that drenched in blood, she now appeared more terrifying than a ghost.

All she saw was the stunningly handsome man before her, his face suddenly paling.

She mischievously grinned, "No, let it be."

She wanted Lord Imperial Censor to see what he had done!

Liu Ji shuddered hard, thinking, someone’s in deep trouble now.

But....

"Wife, are you sure not to wipe it off?" The smell’s quite strong. Liu Ji blinked his innocent big eyes.

The woman haughtily snorted, then raised her head.

Song Yu, who was clutching a tree and vomiting, finally caught his breath, looked up, and saw this scene.

Amidst bloodied corpses, the war goddess who seemed to have climbed out of the infernal ghost path, knelt by the sword.

The white-clothed man before her gently holding her blood-stained face with one hand, gingerly wiping off the bloodstains with a clean handkerchief.

The sunset shone upon the man, concealing his pale face, adding a touch of warmth, and melting the frost on the female war god.

Liu Ji worked swiftly, wiping clean Qin Yao’s face without causing her any pain, soon rescuing her delicate countenance from the bloodstains.

Once her face was cleaned, Liu Ji quickly discarded the dirty handkerchief.

The intense blood scent enveloped his senses, and Liu Ji couldn’t hold back anymore, clutching his mouth as he dashed into the woods!