The battle song blared, and the faces of the death soldiers sharpened.
They knew that when the battle song sounded, it was time for the Qin people to fight to the death.
Therefore, they stopped speaking and exerted all their strength, charging towards a single location.
They had their objectives for coming here.
Their goal was to assassinate the descendant of the God of Slaughter, Bai Qi.
Although Bai Qi was forced to commit suicide back then, King Zhaoxiang of Qin and his court did not target Bai Qi's family.
Thus, Bai Qi's family remained in the Guanzhong region.
While no one was holding a general's position for the moment, their prestige within the army could not be ignored.
Especially after the posthumous rehabilitation of Wu'an Jun Bai Qi, he had become a hero of Qin.
If his descendants were to suffer misfortune, it would send a massive shockwave through all of Great Qin.
These death soldiers believed that by capturing Bai Qi's descendants and some Guanzhong disciples, King Ying Zheng of Qin would surely compromise.
To this end, they killed everyone they encountered and slaughtered every horse in their path.
Where they passed, no one survived.
Such brutal slaughter enraged the Guanzhong disciples.
The Guanzhong disciples, regardless of age, charged furiously towards these death soldiers.
Facing death with pride.
Accompanying their charge were their shouts:
"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"
"Even if we die today, these villains will pay with their lives!"
These shouts attracted the attention of Lin Tian in the distance. Upon hearing the shouts clearly, his expression instantly changed.
Without a moment's hesitation, he brandished his Tai'a sword and rushed towards the source of the commotion.
Along the way, he saw countless corpses.
Many were of Guanzhong women and children, but more were elderly men and youths from Guanzhong, who possessed some combat capability and formed the main force fighting these enemies.
There were youths who fought to the death to protect the elderly, old men who held their swords even in death, and disabled individuals who took enemies down with them.
Every single one of them had eyes filled with fury, fighting relentlessly until their last breath.
More importantly, many of these people were familiar to Lin Tian.
They were not mere acquaintances, but true neighbors and friends.
Seeing the tragic deaths of these people, Lin Tian remained silent, but his gaze grew colder.
He didn't stop until he reached the actual battlefield, where many Guanzhong civilians were still locked in combat with these attackers.
However, upon seeing Lin Tian, the faces of many changed.
"Who told you to come here? Leave quickly!"
"Lin Chi? This is a battlefield, not a place for you to practice your mythical stories. Hurry home!"
"Xiao Tian, you hurry and go notify the garrison to come and rescue us!"
In the eyes of many, Lin Tian was somewhat simple-minded.
Despite his constant sword practice, he did not possess much actual combat ability.
His appearance on the battlefield was more akin to seeking death.
These people did not want Lin Tian to die here, so they urged him to leave.
However, Lin Tian had come here to kill. How could he retreat?
The next moment, Lin Tian drew his sword, leaped forward, and charged directly at a cavalryman.
"Swoosh!"
The sharp sword light instantly severed the cavalryman's head.
Then, Lin Tian kicked the cavalryman's corpse off his horse, mounted the steed himself, and raised his sword high.
"Kill!"
Many witnessed Lin Tian transform into a whirlwind, charging into the cavalry formation.
With every swing of his sword, several cavalrymen were cut down by Lin Tian.
His speed and the efficiency of his movements left many stunned.
"Am I seeing things? Is that Lin Chi?"
"So strong! He doesn't draw his sword unless he intends to take a life. Such a Lin Chi is truly terrifying!"
"Could it be that the sword techniques Lin Chi practiced were not fake after all? But truly formidable skills?"
No one had an answer to these questions.
However, Lin Tian's appearance undeniably shook many.
Especially his clean and swift elimination of enemies, which gave many a glimmer of hope.
"Charge!"
"Follow Lin Tian and charge!"
Subsequently, many followed Lin Tian, ferociously charging into the heart of the cavalry.
Their charge directly carved an opening in the rear of the cavalry formation.
Leading the charge, Lin Tian himself was a whirlwind of destruction.
Within mere breaths, dozens of cavalrymen fell to his sword.
Such killing prowess quickly drew the attention of the death soldiers.
"Someone has broken through! Intercept him, we cannot let him disrupt our formation!"
"He's just a boy, with considerable combat power, but surely lacking in combat experience. Strike him down before he grows!"
"Deal with him quickly! We cannot let him delay our grand mission!"
Lin Tian's combat ability far exceeded the expectations of these death soldiers.
They felt that Lin Tian's presence posed a significant threat.
Therefore, they had to eliminate Lin Tian as soon as possible.
For this reason, the death soldiers halted their charge, and a large number of them converged on Lin Tian.
They raised their bronze swords high, their eyes cold, and the air was filled with a sharp killing intent.
"Kill!"
Hundreds of them surrounded Lin Tian, their momentum immense, determined to hack him to pieces.
A single glance sent shivers down the spines of others.
"Be careful!"
"Lin Tian, dodge quickly!"
"Retreat quickly, come to us!"
In the eyes of many, while Lin Tian had become powerful, his power had its limits.
He might have killed dozens, fighting one against ten, and even serving as an incredibly fierce vanguard on the battlefield.
But facing the encirclement of hundreds, he was utterly outmatched.
Hundreds surrounding him, with one man and one sword, could easily tear Lin Tian limb from limb.
At this moment, the most sensible course of action was to retreat and regroup with the others.
Then, they could resist these ferocious enemies together.
However, as Lin Tian watched the death soldiers surround him, he did not show fear. Instead, he became exhilarated.
"Excellent timing!"
Others were unaware of Lin Tian's true strength, hence their worry that he might not be able to defeat them.
They were even more concerned that he would be hacked to death by their swords.
But Lin Tian was acutely aware of his own strength. He knew very well that his ten years of arduous training had far surpassed that of ordinary individuals.
Let alone facing hundreds, even facing thousands, he felt no fear.
However, Lin Tian would not foolishly charge headlong into armies of thousands or tens of thousands.
Without knowing his own limits, he would not engage in such reckless acts.
But an army of several hundred was truly not within the scope of his apprehension.
As he was encircled, Lin Tian became even more animated than the death soldiers.
Raising his long sword high, he shouted simultaneously:
"Kill! Blood debt must be repaid!"