Dilapidated Graveyard

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty?

It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry.

Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human?

Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts!

Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

Mythical Three Kingdoms

As expected, after nearly a hundred exchanges between Sunx Guan and Zang Ba, Zang Ba's spear swiped past Sunx Guan's ribs, prompting Sunx Guan to turn his horse and flee.


"Attack!" Guan Yu bellowed, and in an instant, the entire division's Cloud Qi started to move, forming a massive blade that cleaved through the air from the direction of Guan Yu's division, propelling all the troops forward in a charge!


A light blade shaped like the colossal Green Dragon Crescent, almost three hundred meters in length, was clearly etched with every pattern, thanks to the bolstering of the military formation consisting of thirty thousand soldiers. The sharp emerald light blade, intertwined with the energies of Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, and Taishi Ci, radiated in seven colors, fiercely striking the Yellow Turbans' earthy Cloud Qi.


Chapter 119: The Fleeing Yellow Turbans