Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1772: Zixu’s Foreign Land Diary XII: When the Nightmare Ends and Terror Remains

The military generals refusing to advance caused great frustration for Liu Bei and the others, and the Military Spirit Legion was similarly immobile. Even Juo Yi had a falling out with Yuan Shao, who felt exasperated, saying, in the previous life their military ministers supported each other until death! 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

At this level, everyone actually understood that relying on training had no meaning anymore. Thus, Dong Zhuo and the others made a plan, first to campaign against the Huns. At this point, Jia Xu, using intelligence, already comprehended the situation in other countries, which had all undergone upheaval.

He also realized that the Huns had the potential to ally with Parthia, so adequate preparations were made. However, they still met with defeat at the hands of the combined forces of the Divine Cavalry Legion and the Hun Guards.

Fortunately, the imperial court still had Chen Xi as a Seas Calming Divine Needle. Although they failed, the Central Plains did not experience much turmoil, and the Trap Formation successfully awakened, counted as both victory and defeat.

However, shortly after Dong Zhuo and the others returned, the Hun People and Parthians traversed the grasslands, leading the armies of the Thirty-Six States of the Western Regions, ready to invade the Central Plains.

In these years, Chen Xi used economic means and underhanded tactics to greatly weaken the Hu People, who had completely lost their combat power. Yet, not all the Northern Barbarians were eradicated, so Parthia and the Huns joined forces to drive the Hu People southward to fight.

Nearly all of Bingzhou’s gateways turned into battlefields, but amid this severe carnage, the Han Army awakened one by one, gradually beginning to reverse pressure on Parthia and the Huns. Until the final battle came, top-tier valiant generals like Lyu Bu encountered numerous powerful figures besieging them, only then did Dong Zhuo and the others realize they faced an assault from the Three Great Empires.

Though they had been prepared early on, Kushan and Rome had not yet mobilized troops. Jia Xu and others were vigilant, yet they never imagined Rome and Kushan would dare enter Parthia’s military formation at the risk of utter annihilation.

One must know, compared to interests, a nation’s promise means nothing, especially the centuries-old hatred between Rome and Parthia that could never be reconciled.

"Lyu Bu, I didn’t expect you to only have a breakthrough," Sulinarari sneered while looking at Lyu Bu, though he had experienced only one breakthrough himself.

"Just relying on you two failures?" Lyu Bu sneered back.

"In this lifetime, the loser will be you and your empire!" Buddha and Heavenly Demon, two phantom shadows, gathered around the strong figure of Kushan, coldly eyeing Lyu Bu.

Fierce slaughter began on the land of Bingzhou—army against army, strong against strong. Occasionally, powerful figures with Inner Qi Manifestation fell, and the latent potential within the Han Empire’s strong individuals gradually surfaced on this terrifying battlefield.

As for the battle between Lyu Bu and the top-tier figures of Rome and the Kushan Empire, the victory gradually became apparent. Ultimately, those two were just slightly inferior to Lyu Bu; even at the peak in the previous life, victory was not certain.

"Die right here then!" Sulinarari roared, swinging a sword down. Lyu Bu fought desperately but was ultimately cut down by the sword’s immense force, directly shattering the volcano below, immediately causing countless lava to gush out.

Sulinarari watched the frenzied eruption of lava for a while, Lyu Bu did not emerge, then slowly sheathed his Precious Sword, slightly bowing toward the direction of the volcano.

"Follow me to kill Chen Xi," Sulinarari said to the Kushan strong figure beside him.

"You go, I’m not going. Lyu Bu is actually just dead," Zizai Tian remarked with a touch of silence.

Sulinarari paused silently for a moment, finding Lyu Bu’s death quite unimaginable, but reality was as it was; the Han Empire was not invincible, after all.

Yet just as Sulinarari was about to leave, suddenly a powerful momentum erupted from within the volcano—stronger than the peak Lyu Bu—and Sulinarari and Zizai Tian were momentarily stunned, their eyes narrowing as they looked at the volcano.

Then in their shock, a hand stretched out from the scalding lava, followed by a jet-black shadow flying out of the magma.

Not in Lyu Bu’s image, yet such ocean-deep momentum, such suppressive momentum, such momentum that froze the surrounding area within several miles purely with eye contact—Sulinarari and Zizai Tian could not help but brace themselves.

"In hindsight, indeed weak," the formidable masculinity scanned the two opposite, speaking in a voice remarkably similar to Lyu Bu’s.

"Who are you?" Sulinarari suppressed the creeping fear and spoke.

"I’m called Xiang Yu," the strong man said calmly. At this moment, heaven and earth began to storm, lightning thundered, but even super lightning dissipated when nearing Xiang Yu.

"Xiang Yu?" Sulinarari had utterly no recollection of this name.

"Hmm, you can also call me Lyu Bu," Xiang Yu smiled slightly, causing Sulinarari to turn and flee towards the horizon.

Unfortunately, Xiang Yu just waved a hand, and Sulinarari and Zizai Tian disintegrated into ashes.

And as Xiang Yu made his move, both the Heaven-Man Dual Cauldrons and the Imperial Seal in the imperial palace emitted dazzling radiance. Amidst the seven-colored light, a man dressed in blue appeared.

"Four hundred years, finally I’ve waited for you. Xiang Yu, I created Legion Talent, created Military Spirit, created Cloud Qi Formation, yet still lost to your Martial Force that time. This time, I won’t lose, even if you have completed the Immortal Golden Pill." The blue phantom landed then strode northward.

Within several steps he arrived in Bingzhou, and by this time, Xiang Yu too had reached the battlefield.

Effortlessly dispersed everyone, with a casual wave obliterating all Huns and Parthians—the Han Empire’s people now looked at this man before them with utter horror; his strength simply subverted understanding, a being capable of annihilating even the Military Spirit Legion with just one strike.

However, at this moment, a blue-clad man suddenly appeared before the Han Army. "King Xiang, long time no see."

"Hann Xin!" Xiang Yu’s eyes flared. Though indifferent to others, the deaths of Yuy Ji, eight thousand disciples, the living Hann Xin, and Zhang Liang must render an account.

"I’ve waited all these years, let me show you now," Hann Xin chuckled aside, yet at this moment, the dream world seemed to shake. Hann Xin and Xiang Yu realized as if suddenly, casting their gaze toward the void.

"You’re lucky," Xiang Yu sneered; relative to Hann Xin, his hatred for Zhang Liang ran deeper.

"Receive death, Zhang Liang!" Xiang Yu roared, punching the void, countless ripples emerged with Xiang Yu’s strike, the entire space directly shattered.

Zixu suddenly awoke in fright, and the ethereal dreamscape faded like the wind, leaving only Xiang Yu’s dominating strike and the words "Receive death, Zhang Liang!" shouted to the void.

Zixu, startled by the nightmare, had Inner Qi transmitting outward like explosion, and Zixu’s prior sleeping spot just below the Feathered Serpent God pyramid—the close Inner Qi ripple suddenly aroused the Feathered Serpent God, who bit toward the direction of the Inner Qi transmission.

Zixu, originally scared into Inner Qi outrage by the nightmare, awoke to see a massive, dozens-of-meters-wide mouth lunging for him, immediately, without thinking, flew away from there.