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

Last night indeed passed without incident, and the next morning Guan Yu broke camp on time, slowly marching in the direction of Zhang Fei.


After completing their morning sparring session, Zhang Fei and Xuu Chu each shouldered a bucket of food and ate breakfast in big, eager mouthfuls. Ever since food became plentiful, the Great Han Dynasty's practice of two meals a day was completely overthrown by Chen Xi's three meals a day at Mount Tai, especially for the likes of Xuu Chu and Zhang Fei, who must not miss a single meal.


"Refreshing!" exclaimed Zhang Fei after gobbling down an entire pork chop, then he picked at his teeth with a chicken bone, looking immensely satisfied.


"You're doing great; I've noticed you've been eating even more than me lately," Xuu Chu remarked in a low, muffled voice. For martial artists of their caliber, eating a lot also meant formidable combat power. If they couldn't even eat well, how could they have the strength to fight?


Chapter 565: Convergence