Long Chen dodged Jing Tianlie's fist and hit his heart with a palm. Jing Tianlie flew up and landed heavily on the ground.

Long Chen didn't give Jing Tianlie a chance to breathe, he rushed in front of him and pierced his chest with a sword.

Jing Tianlie was lying on the ground, holding the black sword in both hands, his face twisted in pain, looking at Long Chen and smiling miserably: "When you have the same power as me...you will also...die badly..."

Jing Tianlie slowly closed his eyes, dropped his hands and loosened them, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Emperor Lingyi rushed up and cursed: "The old thief is finally dead!"

Gongsun Linglong carried two sledgehammers and sighed in admiration: "You are so powerful, you actually beat him to death."

Long Chen said: "Choose a good coffin and send him back to the capital."

No matter what, he is a hero of a generation. Death is a big deal, so Jing Tianlie should be given some dignity.

Emperor Lingyi nodded and asked Zhang Man to find a good coffin and immediately send Jing Tianlie back to the capital.

Long Chen wrote another letter to the empress, suggesting that the historical issue of the escaped Red Flame Army should no longer be investigated.

Jing Tianlie is dead, the Red Flame Army no longer exists, and there is no need to settle the scores.

Back at the pass, Long Chen and Di Lingyi discussed attacking the barbarians.
Chapter completed!