"Clang—"
Yeon Gaesomun's entire body trembled violently, his pupils suddenly constricting to pinpoints!
The hunting knife he had gripped for half his life, that had drunk so much blood, slipped from his momentarily numbed fingers and crashed heavily to the ground.
He did not know if the excruciating pain piercing his heart came from the betrayal of his own flesh and blood, or if it was the terror of utter ruin, of an empire collapsing and the certainty of total defeat, seizing him.
But at this moment, everything was already too late.
"Kill!!"
Several bestial roars exploded out of nowhere!
In the darkness, blade after blade pierced instantly through Yeon Gaesomun's body, stealing away his life.
At dawn the very next day.
The entire city of Pyongyang, its gates thrown open.
Yeon Gaesomun's eldest legitimate son, leading the ministers of Goguryeo and bearing Yeon Gaesomun's severed head, slowly walked out of the city and knelt before the Tang Army's main camp.
