Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

Wen Qing turned around with lingering fear, her hands busy, and soon came face to face with Han Zixuan, clearly seeing the fierce look in Han Zixuan's eyes.

A chill ran down his spine. He frowned, narrowed his eyes, and channeled all his inner strength, unleashing it upon Han Zixuan…

Having already sensed the attack, Han Zixuan remained calm and used her longsword to block the incoming attack.

Manman sensed Wenqing's unusual nature and suspected he was the leader of these people, so she stopped maintaining her lightning-fast movements.

The longsword, carrying a sharp killing intent, slashed at Wen Qing time and time again.

After a battle, Wen Qing clearly realized the difference in martial arts skills between herself and Han Zixuan.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered, dodging left and right with barely any agility.

Han Zixuan was highly skilled in martial arts and her moves were ruthless. After only a few rounds, Wen Qing gradually lost ground.

A flash of cold light appeared as Han Zixuan's longsword grazed Wen Qing's shoulder, instantly leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash that made Wen Qing groan in pain.

Before he could catch his breath, Han Zixuan touched the ground with her toes and lunged forward again, her long sword aimed straight at his chest.

Wen Qing hastily raised her arm to block, but the sword tore open another wound on her arm, and blood dripped continuously down her arm.

He had barely taken a half step back when Han Zixuan's attack followed him relentlessly. A horizontal slash of sword energy swept towards his leg, and with a "thud," a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on his leg.

Wen Qing stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. He endured the excruciating pain, his eyes growing increasingly fierce. He knew that if this continued, he might die here, but the thought of eliminating Han Zixuan was growing wildly in his desperate situation…

Han Zixuan continued to use ruthless tactics, attempting to end the battle, which was already decided in one fell swoop, with a single, powerful strike.

At this moment, Wen Qing was no different from a dead person in her eyes, and she swung her long sword toward Wen Qing's neck.

At the critical moment, a soldier suddenly rushed from the side and stood in front of Wen Qing, buying him a chance to escape.

"Go... go..."

The soldier managed to utter those two words before losing his breath, and Wen Qing gradually regained her senses.

Han Zixuan was also slightly taken aback before drawing her longsword and turning her attention back to Wen Qing.

Their eyes met, and there was not a trace of hesitation in Han Zixuan's eyes.

However, at that moment, dozens of people suddenly attacked her at the same time. Han Zixuan frowned and dodged, and then her attention was diverted.

They began to engage in a fierce battle with the attackers. In the chaos, they noticed two men slowly dragging away their seriously wounded soldier from the side.

Only then did they realize that their purpose was to rescue the person from before...

So many people risked their lives to rescue this person; they must be someone special.

Then we can't let them get away so easily.

Han Zixuan then killed off the people who surrounded her one by one, and gradually approached the direction they had left in.

But the successive stream of people following behind her really slowed her down.

As the person's figure was about to disappear from her sight, Han Zixuan felt somewhat unwilling.

He casually grabbed the arrow from the dead man, narrowed his eyes, aimed at the disappearing figure, and suddenly threw it out.

The arrow whistled through the crowd and flew straight towards Wenqing's back, making her feel a chill creep down her back.

It was a feeling of death. Wenqing didn't have time to turn around and could only grab a soldier to shield her behind her.

The arrows arrived close, piercing through the soldiers' bodies, but the fierce attack did not stop. It continued to fly forward, finally stopping only after it entered Wenqing's heart.

Wen Qing was suddenly stunned, her pupils widened instantly, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Then he fainted, and his attendants, seeing this, immediately became alert and shouted.

"Master...!"

Han Zixuan smiled smugly after seeing that she had hit her target.

Then he stopped paying attention to this area and stopped attacking the soldiers in front of him.

The garrison led by Han Zixuan looked at the corpses piled up around her as if they were seeing a god of death from hell.

He couldn't help but recall the rumors that Han Zixuan was just a weak and scholarly student. Compared to the blood-soaked god of war, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Her father's rumors are terrifying!!

Then, one by one, their blood boiled and they all turned bloodthirsty.

"what……!"

"Kill!"

As Han Zixuan's momentum grew stronger, Feng Wanqing's army was gradually suppressed, and more and more people fell.

From a distance, Feng Wanqing was still shouting, "Go! ...All of you, go! No retreating!"

What have I been doing raising you all...?

Seeing the army forced to retreat, a fire burned in his heart.

"Get on my heels, or I'll chop them up!"

"The intruders are flanking us from behind..."

The commander standing to the side said calmly to Feng Wanqing, "Your Highness, we will not follow your orders. Have you forgotten something?"

Feng Wanqing glared angrily at the person who spoke, as if she had thought of something, and it seemed that the power to command was not in her own hands.

This was something that had been discussed with the Qinglian Sect long ago, and his tone softened slightly.

"Hmph, so what if I know? Look at the situation of this battle. We have an army of over 50,000 men."

They were utterly humiliated by the enemy's 30,000 men, unable to even lift their heads. A bunch of useless trash..."

The commander merely frowned slightly.

With sharp eyes observing the suppressed battle situation on the battlefield, a junior officer hurriedly ran to the commander's side and whispered something in his ear.

The commander's expression changed drastically, and he immediately relayed the next order to the adjutant beside him.

"Don't linger! Retreat! Quickly! Retreat immediately..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wanqing's eyes widened suddenly: "What retreat... Why would you retreat for no reason? I said no retreat is allowed..."

More than an hour has passed, and they must be exhausted by now. This is the perfect time to attack.

"That's just the right time to wipe them out in one fell swoop..."

The commander frowned and looked at her calmly, saying, "Your Highness, the people on the other side are weak. Our people aren't much better off."

"The terrain of Fuhu Town is easy to defend but difficult to attack, so we need to plan carefully..."

Suddenly I feel that Prince Feng Wanqing is simply a blockhead.

Feng Wanqing was furious and immediately pointed at the commander, "You...you are insolent! How dare you question me! Guards...I want to see your leader...please bring your leader here so I can discuss this with him..."

These people are despicable; how dare they ignore the fact that she must have a proper talk with Leader Wen.

She was met with only a glare, and he continued with his own plans...

This completely enraged Feng Wanqing, who rolled up her sleeves and strode towards the commander.

"you……"

At this moment, An Yun immediately came to Feng Wanqing's side and said urgently, "Your Highness, please calm down... Now is not the time to be angry. This war is not simple. I believe Commander Lu will make a decision. Please do not be angry."

She could also tell that the garrison led by Han Zixuan was not so easy to deal with...