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Looking at the youth in front of her, Lin Qing only found out a long time later that he had been abandoned at the entrance of the Tiger Gang's encampment in Red Leaf Town by his parents.

The young man grew up in the Tiger Gang. Along the way, he killed a lot of people and drank a lot of blood. Although he wasn't the most powerful one, he was definitely the most ruthless one.

Looking at this youth, Lin Qing knew that most of her feelings for the Tiger Gang rested on the old man who had picked her up. It was obvious that the old man was already dead.

When the old man died, there were only two thoughts on his mind. One was him, and the other was a gang he had spent his entire life in.

The old man's thoughts were those of the youth, so he stayed behind and became one of the people that cut off the back.

He had once dreamed of his parents, but they were always vague and unclear. Perhaps he had once envied those children with parents, but never dreamed that such a day would come for him, because his heart was filled with hatred for the man and woman who abandoned him. From then on, there was only the old man who picked him up in his heart, and nothing else.

After being silent for a long time, Lin Qing mumbled to herself as she stared at the sky. She held her treasured sword in her hand and muttered: "In today's battle, even though we have died, our intentions are heavy. At the very least, the Red Leaf Town's Tiger Gang still exists, and all of you will forever exist in their hearts."

"Even though all of you will be rejected, the Tiger Gang won't be able to do it, and your teammates who fight alongside you won't. Perhaps they will forget, but in their hearts, there must have been a place for all of you."

Lin Qing spoke one sentence at a time with a dull tone, as if she was narrating an ordinary matter. However, the three of them understood that this was a eulogy for the three of them.

"I did not regret it before I died. After I died, how could I care about my reputation?" Lin Qing said in a low voice.

The three of them were startled. They gripped the sharp blades in their hands tightly, but their eyes were bright.

"Kill!"

Lin Qing pointed at the treasured sword in front of him and roared.

"Kill!"

The last three elites of the Tiger Gang let out a howl of death.

It was still Lin Qing who took the lead. Behind her were still the elites of the Tiger Gang, but the difference was that there were only three of them.

Even the enemies would be shocked by this feat. In this world, there was never a lack of heroes, cowards, and deathsworn.

With regards to Death Soldiers, you might be amazed at their calmness in the face of death, but it was never possible to enter deep into their inner world and hear whether or not their hearts were truly emotionless and without any thoughts.

"If the army of the Great Chu had such men, then the Chu would not be the Chu right now. He would be the biggest man in the world," Yun Hai sighed as he watched Lin Qing and the rest charge at the end.

No matter what you are, strength always speaks with the strength of a fist.

How could four people match up to a thousand troops? Even if there was a talented warrior amongst them, it wouldn't be enough.

One of the elite members of the Tiger Gang was stabbed in the heart. He was still smiling, but even before he died, his teeth still bit towards the soldier closest to him.

In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be an endless amount of yearning hidden, both love and lingering. At the moment of his death, he must have seen his wife and children at home, perhaps he really wanted to say "I'm sorry" to them at that time, but he would never have the chance to do so.

The last young man, who was also the last of the Tiger Gang's elites, died on the way to the charge. One man, one sword, ten steps, one person, you stab me, and I'll return your sword. You stab me twice, and I'll return your sword two times.

The strength of these four people was so great that even the armies of thousands were shaken. After the initial shock, the curtain finally fell, leaving only Lin Qing alone, facing the encirclement and annihilation of thousands of soldiers.

A man wielded a treasured sword. Blood dripped down his clothes as the tip of the sword flowed. At this moment, Lin Qing was completely covered in blood. There were enemies and also her own. No one could tell, nor could they tell.

Lin Qing stood there alone. Without any flowers or applause, he just stood there quietly, surrounded by over a thousand soldiers. It was as if some kind of atmosphere had infected him, causing him to straighten his body.

"Branch Lord Lin, I respect you for being a man, why would you enter a bandit's nest? As long as you have the heart to repay the Chu Country and the grace of His Majesty, I can guarantee that we will let bygones be bygones." Yun Hai said gently as he stood up and looked at the blood-soaked Lin Qing.

Neither side gave way. Lin Qing had an unyielding heart, and the heavens above the sea of clouds could see the loyalty of the sun and the moon. It was hard to say who was the bad one or who was the good one, but the only thing he knew was that Lin Qing was more free than the sea of clouds, and his life was more meaningful than the sea of clouds.

"Do you think I would surrender?" Lin Qing asked in a soft voice. Although she didn't say it out loud, her meaning was already obvious.

Looking at the current Lin Qing, who was like a swordsman walking down the road of no return, Yun Hai sighed lightly and said, "In this case, although my heart cannot bear to do so, the country's laws are ruthless. Initially, I wanted to send her back on her path to safety, but I've already become addicted to it, so what's the use of keeping her?"

Hearing Yun Hai's words, a dozen of constables walked out from the crowd, drew their sharp blades, and surrounded Lin Qing.

Someone said, "Kill."

The dozen or so constables shouted. With a leap, they charged towards Lin Qing.

Lin Qing faced the treasured sword, at the same time, she shouted, "Kill!"

His aura was heavy and unstoppable.

Under the encirclement and suppression of more than ten sect members, Lin Qing's sword shadows moved up and down, jumping up and down at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Qing was a talented warrior and was extremely powerful. Even if she was a single constable, none of them would be a match for her. However, a dozen or so constable actually dared to besiege and attack her. Clearly, they had something to rely on, which was the art of joint attacks.

With more than ten constables working together, even a talented warrior would find it difficult to get on the good side, not to mention Lin Qing, a heavily injured talented warrior.

In the blink of an eye, several wounds appeared on Lin Qing's body. Although they weren't fatal, they still aggravated her injuries.

Lin Qing's face was still as calm as ever, and her expression was cold as she looked at the layers of troops placed down around her. Lin Qing knew that there was no other way out for her, and since that was the case, her fate was obvious, it was only a matter of time.