Accompanying Lin Tian's shout was a sharp sword light.
Where the sword light struck, heads rolled.
Many of the assassins hadn't even seen what was happening before their heads were severed by Lin Tian.
As he weaved left and right, a large area around Lin Tian was cleared.
Amidst the army, he was undaunted, handling it with ease.
This only made the assassins' expressions grow more ferocious.
They stared at Lin Tian like mad dogs.
In their charge, they paid no heed to anyone else, their sole target being Lin Tian.
Their stance made it clear that they would not rest until Lin Tian was dead.
The moment Lin Tian made his move, they understood that without dealing with him, they could not leave nor complete their mission.
Therefore, killing Lin Tian immediately became their top priority.
"Kill him! We must kill him today!"
"Quickly, we must finish this quickly, we don't have much time!"
These assassins had clear objectives and acted with precision.
They knew they had to deal with Lin Tian swiftly, lest Qin's reinforcements arrive and they fail their mission.
The next moment, more cavalry appeared around Lin Tian.
Their eyes were not just ferocious, but their faces were also contorted in grimaces.
Lin Tian's survival was an obstacle to them.
To be targeted by these battle-hardened, life-risking assassins was undoubtedly fatal.
Innumerable long swords appeared at Lin Tian's sides.
The scene was enough to make one's blood run cold.
However, Lin Tian drew his sword in a circular motion, blocking all the incoming attacks. His Tai'a sword incessantly thrust forward, reaping lives.
Despite the ferocity of his movements, his body barely moved, giving an impression of effortless grace.
Yet, this effortless grace was tinged with endless bloodshed.
Lin Tian's sword strikes were too fast, leaving no time for reaction.
In the span of a dozen breaths, over a hundred assassins had fallen to his blade.
And this was merely the beginning.
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Tian was like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep, rampaging unimpeded.
Wherever he went, no one could stop him.
In his crisscrossing onslaught, Lin Tian had already charged through the group of assassins seven times.
When he finally sheathed his sword, the last assassin had fallen beneath his horse.
At this moment, Lin Tian's complexion barely changed, and he showed no signs of breathlessness, as if he hadn't just fought his way through the enemy lines seven times, but had merely strolled through a crowd.
But now, everyone was filled with awe for Lin Tian.
"Has Lin Tian truly mastered that sword technique?"
"Judging by Lin Tian's demeanor, he hasn't even unleashed his full combat power. One can only imagine how terrifying his true strength is! If I had known his swordsmanship was this formidable, I should have shamelessly followed him and trained together!"
"Regardless of anything else, Lin Tian is our benefactor, the benefactor of our Guanzhong region! When the time comes to repay this kindness, we shall all do so!"
The debt of saving a life weighed as heavily as a mountain.
More so, Lin Tian had not only saved their lives, but also the lives of the people of Guanzhong.
Therefore, the sons of Guanzhong should all remember this kindness and repay it with gratitude.
Thinking of this, their gazes towards Lin Tian softened immensely.
A short while later, shouts were heard:
"Where are the enemies? Where are they?"
"Are our Guanzhong disciples alright?"
"Everyone, don't panic, hold on, we're coming to rescue you!"
These were the guards, the reinforcements, called by the people of Guanzhong.
There were also many young men, the fresh forces of Guanzhong.
Wang Wu and Uncle Gen were among them. They had been preparing birthday food and gifts for Lin Tian.
Upon hearing the call for help, they immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed with the guards.
However, as they approached the battlefield, they were stunned.
The battlefield was littered with corpses.
But these were almost all enemies clad in armor.
And amidst these corpses, a young man stood mounted on his horse.
Wielding a long sword, he was peerless.
The faint aura of malevolence, coupled with the blood dripping from his sword, gave off a chilling presence.
"Is that... Xiao Tian!"
"Brother Tian? What is Brother Tian... doing?"
Uncle Gen and Wang Wu had just arrived and were unaware of the situation.
But they keenly sensed that the situation might be far more complicated than they had imagined.
Fortunately, one of the guards asked the question.
"What is happening here? Weren't the enemies said to be extremely fierce? These are?"
"These are the fierce enemies. Many of our people have already died at their hands!"
"We were no match for them, so we called for your help!"
"However, before you arrived, they were all dealt with by Lin Tian!"
Upon hearing this, everyone else looked on with awe.
The arriving reinforcements were also dumbfounded.
While they didn't know these enemies were assassins or how formidable they were, the sheer number of them indicated that dealing with them was no easy feat.
A rough estimate suggested nearly a thousand.
"These people, you... you killed them?"
The gazes of these reinforcements towards Lin Tian were filled with disbelief.
If the people of Guanzhong hadn't quietly moved away from the corpses, making space for Lin Tian, they might not have believed that all this was Lin Tian's doing.
But seeing everyone's tacit agreement, they knew the answer even without Lin Tian speaking.
"Hiss!"
One man facing nearly a thousand enemies. The thought of such an achievement made everyone involuntarily gasp.
The commander of the reinforcements was silent for a long moment before speaking.
"This truly is the fierce tiger of Guanzhong!"
His words were immediately echoed by countless others.
Especially those who had witnessed Lin Tian charge through the enemy ranks seven times, they felt an overwhelming sense of agreement.
Simultaneously, in Lin Tian, they seemed to see the figure of a person.
Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi, also known as God of Slaughter, Bai Qi.
Bai Qi's talent for commanding troops was recognized by all the states. Zhao, in particular, harbored intense hatred for him.
However, Bai Qi's personal combat prowess could not be overlooked.
In his time, he had risen from a mere soldier to the position of Lord Wu'an.
His decisiveness in battle was universally acknowledged.
Now, with Lin Tian wielding his sword, his killing intent surging, many veteran soldiers in a daze felt as though they were seeing Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi.
Only, Lin Tian was younger, and his personal combat ability was even greater.
"Perhaps, he is the next Lord Wu'an!"
Someone uttered these words, and many subconsciously nodded in agreement.
The commander of the reinforcements also spoke at the opportune moment.
"Lin Tian, you have rendered a great service this time by eliminating the enemy forces that infiltrated our Guanzhong and saving the lives of its people. I will report your achievements truthfully!"
"You await your reward!"