304: 177: The Death of Suo Hanyi!_2 304: 177: The Death of Suo Hanyi!_2 “Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
Suddenly, a horrifying scene unfolded.
Suo Hanyi’s entire right arm instantly turned into a ss of blood and flesh.
Then, with a fierce strike as swift as lightning, she swung her sword again.
Suo Hanyi’s left arm was cleanly severed, blood spurting wildly into the air.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
Two more consecutive strikes followed.
Suo Hanyi seed to shrink in height as both of his legs were sliced off at the knees.
“Ah… Ah… Ah…”
Suo Hanyi scread in agony.
In less than a second, all four of his limbs had been cut off by Yan Nai’er, blood spraying furiously, brutally hitting the deck.
Nai’er quickly delivered several strikes, sealing Suo Hanyi’s acupoints to prevent him from bleeding to death imdiately.
Then, she staggered, and a gush of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Suo Lun was utterly horrified as he stared at Yan Nai’er, her wounds causing him excruciating heartache.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, no one knew how severe her injuries were or how much of her life force she had overdrawn.
Suo Lun frantically rowed closer, his eyes filled with fear as he watched Nai’er.
Nai’er gave him a weak smile, shook her head to indicate she wasn’t seriously hurt, and said, “I’m wearing white gold armor, and he hit with a fist, not a sword.
My injuries aren’t serious; in fact, spitting out blood might even do so good.”
Suo Hanyi’s martial arts skills were extrely powerful.
According to the plan made by Suo Lun and Yan Nai’er, she wasn’t supposed to be injured.
She had the advantage, having corroded his dragon strength with radioactive arrows, shot him with poisoned arrows, chosen to fight on a boat, and ard with the Blood Sea Dragon Gold Sword.
It could be said that Nai’er had every advantage, while Suo Hanyi wasn’t able to utilize even sixty or seventy percent of his combat strength.
Unexpectedly, under these circumstances, he nearly turned the tide.
The instant just now was extrely perilous.
If it weren’t for the Blood Sea Dragon Gold Sword’s ability to burn and release dark energy, instantly charring Suo Hanyi’s hand,
it would probably be Yan Nai’er lying there now.
Suo Hanyi’s martial arts prowess was astoundingly fearso.
…
“You…are you Yan Nai’er?” Suo Hanyi asked with gasping breaths, his face devoid of color.
Nai’er nodded and asked, “Are you the one who killed my uncle, Yan Nu?”
Suo Hanyi looked up and imdiately saw dozens of cavalry officers standing on the beach.
These were loyal officers of the Tianshui City Guard, his trusted confidants.
Seeing their revered General Suo Hanyi mutilated, their eyes filled with rage, unable to believe it.
The officers knew all too well how strong General Suo Hanyi was.
Once, he had faced a dozen high-ranking samurais alone and defeated them effortlessly.
Now, it seed he would perish at the hands of a woman.
After hearing Yan Nai’er’s question, they were even more shocked and incredulous; they couldn’t believe that Suo Hanyi would kill his own master.
In their hearts, Suo Hanyi was a flawless and invincible commander.
At that mont, Suo Hanyi’s mind flashed back to a mory of a delicately beautiful little girl.
Yan Nai’er, at around eleven or twelve years old, had once stayed at Yan Nu’s ho for a while because her father, Yan Yan, was on a very dangerous mission.
At the ti, Suo Hanyi, training under his master Yan Nu, took a liking to this serious yet unbelievably pretty child.
So often, it was he who instructed Nai’er in her training.
Though he was not yet twenty years old, he sotis fantasized about how wonderful it would be to marry Suo Ningbing and have such a delicately beautiful daughter.
And now, to think that the beautiful girl had grown up to be so powerful, that he should die by her sword…
“You are very skilled, but still no match for ,” Suo Hanyi said.
“True,” Yan Nai’er replied, “It was Suo Lun who found the best place to fight and started with a sneak attack to weaken your strength.
Plus, my sword is simply too strong.
In a head-on fight, I’m no match for you.
In fact, I know of no one who could be your equal.”
Suo Hanyi said proudly, “Three years ago, I surpassed my master in martial arts, and even your father might not be a match for .”
Yan Nai’er said, “In terms of strength, my father was probably as strong as you ten years ago, but not anymore.
Power-type martial artists start declining past fifty.”
Suo Hanyi said, “Actually, I knew you had laid a trap a few dozen li after Suo Lun fled, but I didn’t care.
I felt that there might be soone in this world capable of killing , but certainly not soone Suo Lun could command.
Little did I expect that it would be my arrogance and overconfidence that would cost my life.”
Due to the excessive blood loss, Suo Hanyi was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, his complexion growing paler.
Yan Nai’er said, “With your strength, you could have been an invincible commander for the Suo family, a towering pillar supporting Suo Lun.
Why betray the Suo family?”
Suo Hanyi shook his head fiercely and said, “You don’t understand…you just don’t understand…
With my strength, my talent, why should I submit to a worthless fool like Suo Lun.”
Yan Nai’er asked, “Why did you kill my uncle, Yan Nu, your master?”
Suo Hanyi’s face twisted in agony as he shook his head and said, “I don’t know; at the ti, there was no ti to think.
I knew that if I didn’t act, I would be finished.
Once you start to betray, it can never end!”
Then, Suo Hanyi gasped, “Suo Lun…is my wife really awake, or is it just an illusion?”
At that mont, Yang Hongyi opened her eyes, sat up from the boat, her eyes brimming with tears—not of hatred, but of despair.
She said mournfully, “Had I known this day would co, why did I ever start?
You’ve been bewitched.”
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