Shen Le stood blankly beside the massive coffin, a glint of cold light still lingering in his eyes and heart.
The cold flash appeared, and in the next instant, plunged into King Liao of Wu's chest. The King of Wu froze in shock and rigidity, collapsing before he even had time to grow angry.
The people around him surged forward in fury, weapons raining down. Zhuan Zhu fought desperately, but a single dagger could not withstand so many long weapons. Within moments, he was slain on the spot.
By then, armored soldiers had already rushed in from outside and begun fighting King Liao of Wu's attendants. Metal clanged against metal and blood sprayed everywhere. Before long, all of King Liao of Wu's followers lay dead on the ground...
Only that thin, sharp blade rolled across the hall, disappearing into the blood flowing everywhere...
Shen Le slowly withdrew his finger, his heart still pounding wildly. After steadying himself, he gathered his mental power and lifted himself off the ground, avoiding leaving any footprints;
Once he was sure he had not affected anything within the tomb chamber, he let out a breath and slowly traced the dagger with an incorporeal hand, from its hilt to its tip, then back from the tip to the hilt:
"So... you still remembered..."
In his youth, he had assassinated King Liao of Wu and ascended the throne, appointing Wu Zixu and Sun Wu to important positions. He conquered the Ying Capital of the Chu Kingdom, bringing Wu Kingdom's power to its peak.
He became one of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period. At the age of forty-one, he was wounded and died after a failed campaign against Yue...
From becoming King of Wu to being buried at Tiger Hill, he had spent nineteen