The sword pierced him from behind, going through his body, with the tip emerging from his abdomen. He was wearing cloth armor, the armor plates made from Xuan Iron, with an inner layer of impenetrable golden silk treasure clothes. He had worn this armor all the way, never taking it off. He thought it could block swords and protect him.
But it didn't.
It was easily pierced by a sword.
Just like piercing a piece of cloth.
Yu Wen Yuan's mind was racing; this was the fastest his mind had ever worked in his life. He thought about many things: his uncle Cha Chila Bu Hua, the Crown Prince in Coiling Snake Valley, the informant called Iron Abacus, the words he had prepared earlier. Yet he still couldn't understand why Chen Wu wanted to kill him...
Where did it go wrong?
He wanted to turn his head, but it wouldn't obey, couldn't turn.
What gushed from his mouth, from the bloody hole in his abdomen, was hot and scorching.
His body began to weaken.
