He simply couldn't accept it: Suo Lun was clearly already dead, but somehow, he had come back to life.
They had led five thousand naval troops in search of Magic Mirror Secret Island and had been on the verge of success, only to unexpectedly encounter Suo Lun's Queen's Island Fleet.
Was Suo Lun truly a bastard blessed by the heavens?
However, this was just a single unfortunate defeat, for he still held an ace up his sleeve.
"Suo Lun, take a good look, who is this?" Turing Chen said with a cold laugh.
Then, a few female samurai pushed out a woman who was in a coma, bound all over her body; it was Yan Nai'er.
Upon seeing her, Suo Lun's heart was immediately filled with shock.
Nai'er, how could she be here? Why was she unconscious?
Turing Chen placed his treasured sword across Nai'er's neck and said, "With just one slash, Yan Nai'er's fragrance will disperse, her jade will shatter."
As he spoke, Turing Chen's mind was filled with an indescribably complex and intense hatred.
