Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 71 Suicide and Return to Heaven

The attic door was suddenly kicked open, and Wanyan Honglie, wielding a long sword, rushed out with his last eight bodyguards.

These guards were all brave warriors carefully selected by Wanyan Honglie. They were all fearless and knew they were going to die, but they still brandished their long swords and rushed towards Zhao Yu.

"Kill him! Protect His Highness and break through the encirclement!"

With a roar, the leader swung his long sword, which whistled through the air, straight at Zhao Yu's head.

But just as he raised his knife halfway through the air, a flash of sword light pierced his throat.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, and before the man could even scream, he fell straight down.

Wang Huai'an, wielding a long sword, weaved through the guards, unleashing the full power of his Evil-Repelling Sword Technique. The sword flashed, and with each swing, it inevitably took a life.

The remaining swordsmen also drew their swords and surrounded the remaining Jin guards.

Although these guards were fierce and brave, they were like lambs to the slaughter in front of the swordsmen of the Eastern Depot who had mastered the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique.

In just a short while, the last guard fell into a pool of blood.

Only Wanyan Honglie remained in the entire courtyard.

With his long sword hanging limply to the ground, looking at the corpses scattered everywhere and his men who died with their eyes wide open, Wanyan Honglie let out a bitter laugh, unable to maintain his composure any longer.

He raised his head, staring intently at Zhao Yu, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness: "Today, I have absolutely no chance of survival, do I?"

"That's right." Zhao Yu nodded, his tone flat. "From the moment you stepped into Lin'an City, your fate was already sealed."

"Zhao Yu, very well!" Wanyan Honglie gripped his longsword tightly. "You killed me today, but when my Great Jin cavalry tramples Jiangnan and washes Lin'an in blood, I will be waiting in the netherworld to see your head severed from your body, and to see your Zhao Song imperial family wiped out!"

"Don't worry, that day will never come. Before long, I will personally lead a large army to the north to conquer the Central Plains, recover Yan and Yun, and strike at the heart of the Jin Dynasty. At that time, I will dig up the tombs of all the emperors of the Jin Dynasty, grind their bones to dust, and offer my condolences to all the Song soldiers and civilians who have died since the Jingkang Incident."

After saying that, Zhao Yu waved his hand behind him and said coldly, "Make your move."

Two swordsmen immediately stepped forward, holding long swords, and walked towards Wanyan Honglie.

"Wait a minute!"

Wanyan Honglie abruptly raised his hand to stop them. He looked at Zhao Yu with a pleading expression on his face: "I am the Prince of Zhao of the Great Jin Dynasty, the grandson of the founding emperor. How can I die at the hands of these eunuchs? As a fellow member of the royal family, you should understand. Give me some dignity. I will take my own life without anyone else doing it."

Zhao Yu looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

After all, he was a key figure in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes in his previous life. Although their positions were different, his backbone before his death still deserves some respect.

Since he's already destined to die anyway, giving him some dignity won't take much effort.

"Very well, I'll grant you this courtesy."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie let out a long sigh of relief.

He straightened his wrinkled brocade robe, dusted it off, and then slowly knelt on the ground, placing his sword horizontally in front of his knees.

Looking down at the cold blade, Wanyan Honglie gently brushed the edge, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, but even more so, resentment.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he hesitated to make a move.

With so many grand ambitions yet to be realized and so much to see in this wonderful world, how can I die here?

But the swordsmen around him forced him to die.

If it were on the battlefield, he would definitely fight to the death, and would inevitably take someone down with him.

But right now, rather than die at the hands of a group of eunuchs, he would rather die by his own hand.

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone was watching him without urging him on.

Only after Zhao Yu coughed impatiently did Wanyan Honglie suddenly raise his head, glaring fiercely at Zhao Yu: "The Great Jin Dynasty will avenge me! One day, you will all be buried with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his sword horizontally, the sharp blade slicing across his neck.

Blood gushed out and splattered onto his brocade robe.

Wanyan Honglie swayed and fell straight to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment and bitterness until his death.

Thus, Wanyan Honglie, the sixth prince of the Jin Dynasty, met his end at Duting Post Station in Lin'an.

From this moment on, the plot of The Legend of the Condor Heroes was completely disrupted.

Whether there will be another tragedy like Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin, or another like Guo Jing, the Northern Hero, and Yang Guo, the Western Madman, no one knows.

Zhao Yu looked at Wanyan Honglie's corpse without any expression on his face, and simply waved to someone behind him.

Wang Huai'an immediately stepped forward: "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

"Did you bring the lime I asked you to bring before?" Zhao Yu asked casually.

"I brought it!" Wang Huai'an nodded hurriedly. "As Your Majesty instructed, I brought twenty bags of the finest quicklime, which are on the carriage outside."

"Very good." Zhao Yu's tone suddenly turned cold as his gaze swept over the Jin corpses scattered on the ground. "Cut off all the heads of the Jin people, seal them with quicklime, and put them in wooden boxes."

"Wh...what?"

Wang Huai'an abruptly raised his head, his face filled with horror: "Your Majesty, even... even the corpse of that Jin prince must be disposed of like this?"

He had followed Zhao Yu for so long and had seen Zhao Yu kill people, but he had never seen such a method before: beheading and preserving the heads with lime.

Moreover, there is a prince of the Jin Kingdom among them. If this were to spread, it would surely shake the world.

"Of course." Zhao Yu's tone left no room for doubt. "Wanyan Honglie's head should be placed in a separate box and sealed with lime. I have a great use for it tomorrow."

Wang Huai'an looked at Zhao Yu's cold eyes and felt a chill run down his spine. He dared not ask any more questions: "Yes! This servant obeys. I will take people to do it right away."

After saying that, he turned around and went to arrange for people to deal with the corpses scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Yu stood in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the rooftop next to him.

The place was deserted; Wang Chongyang, Huang Yaoshi, and Hong Qi had long since disappeared.

But Zhao Yu knew that the three of them were still in the shadows, watching everything he did.

Tomorrow's morning court session will be the moment that determines the fate of the Song Dynasty.

Whether this can bring about a complete transformation and reverse the decline of this precarious existence in the south of the Yangtze River depends on this one opportunity.

While he was pondering this, someone came to report: "Your Majesty, Mr. Qiu has arrived and is waiting outside the post station."

"Let him in," Zhao Yu said.

"yes!"

A moment later, Qiu Qianren strode in.

He was dressed in a light blue outfit, and his face showed undisguised excitement.

In his life, he had wandered the martial arts world for decades, never imagining that he would be involved in such a momentous event as the change of dynasties, which stirred his heart.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects." Qiu Qianren bowed to Zhao Yu.

"Mr. Qiu, there's no need for such formalities." Zhao Yu smiled and helped him up. "Today we're about to undertake something important. Mr. Qiu, are you and the Iron Palm Clan brothers all ready?"