The members of the Blood Tribe, who had personally robbed Linghe and the others, found an opening and swung their knives and swords at Linghe's head.
"Go to hell! You are seeking death!"
As the steel knife hovered over his head, Linghe's expression suddenly grew sharper!
In a single motion, he drew the heavy sword on his back and spun around. The heavy sword in his hand slashed at the steel knife above his head!
With a resounding clang, the steel knife in the large man's hand was cut into two. The heavy sword continued on its course with an unstoppable force and sliced at the man who had rushed over.
In an instant, the figure forcefully was split apart. Hot blood immediately sprayed into the air, staining Linghe's clothes, but…
Linghe's face showed no expression at all. His brow was filled only with the cold aura of death.
Miss had protected them for so long. Now, they would not besmirch her reputation!
