Three Kingdoms: Domination of the World

Suo Chao watched the green dots representing his side continue to decrease, and his heart was in his throat, as if his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

"Father, hold on!" Suo Chao was extremely anxious. Veins popped on his forehead, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he kept kicking the ground, wishing he could fly to Sun Jian immediately. However, due to the long distance, he could only worry.

"Master System, can you please be flexible? I need to activate Divine Movement again," Suo Chao pleaded, practically crying. His voice trembled like a leaf drifting in the wind. His eyes were filled with eagerness and anticipation.

[No. I can't do anything about this.]

Upon hearing this, Suo Chao felt a long-lost feeling of powerlessness wash over him like a surging tide. His shoulders slumped, and he collapsed to the ground, feeling as if his spine had been torn away. "Immortal Stage. Nine Transformations to Resurrection" could save those who had died within a day. However, he had never experienced it in practice, and he didn't dare gamble with his loved ones.

The tragic scenes of Yan's father and mother's death once again vividly resurfaced in his mind. Those bloody, tragic images, like sharp knives, pierced his heart, leaving Suo Chao with immense pain and self-blame. His brows knitted together, his eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. His teeth chattered, and a painful whimper escaped his throat.

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Xian Mountain.

Sun Ce withstood Huang Zu's attack and carried his dying father to a relatively safe mound. His eyes instantly turned red, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He shouted hoarsely:

"Huang Zu, I cannot coexist with you." He clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood oozed out.

"Really? Come and kill me. The Jiangdong Tiger is nothing but this, just an empty reputation!" Huang Zu sneered, his face full of contempt and complacency, his eyes revealing viciousness, as if he was appreciating Sun Ce's pain.

"You scoundrel, how dare you fight me?" Sun Ce roared, his eyes wide open. He gripped his spear tightly with both hands, veins bulging in his arms, and a murderous aura emanated from his entire body.

"Haha! You and your son are both mere valiant men, with no knowledge of military strategy. Sooner or later, you will meet your doom." Huang Zu laughed heartily, his face full of contempt, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. He folded his arms across his chest, a condescending attitude.

The art of war is all about deception! Huang Zu's strength was only 75, and his command was 85. He secretly calculated that he lacked the confidence to defeat Sun Jian's formidable generals. Thinking of Huang Gai's fame during his conquest of the north with Suo Chao, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

"You thief, I swear I would not be a human being if I don't kill you." Sun Ce said with gritted teeth, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, and his face turned red with anger.

"Humph! Sun Wentai will die. You'd better prepare for his funeral as soon as possible." Huang Zu snorted coldly, his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile. After saying this, seeing that his goal of killing Sun Jian had been achieved, he waved his hand and ordered his troops to retreat.

At this moment, Sun Ce felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, filled with despair. With trembling hands, he took out his elder brother's treasure bag from his bosom and frantically opened it to check for a solution.

Suo Chao offered two strategies for dealing with emergencies. First, if Sun Ce were to encounter Liu Biao's general Huang Zu after obtaining the imperial seal, he should not pursue him overnight, as this would be dangerous. Second, if he were to pursue and be ambushed, resulting in the unfortunate death of Sun Ce's father, he hoped Sun Ce would take his mother and family and relocate to Mo Nan Commandery.

Sun Ce, seeing his elder brother's treasure bag, felt extremely regretful. His eyes were blank as he stared at the treasure bag, muttering to himself:

"Father, it's all my fault. I was careless and didn't check my brother's treasure bag in time." Sun Ce regretted it. He hit his head hard, his face full of pain and self-blame.

"Bofu, this is not your fault. I underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly." Sun Jian said weakly, his voice as thin as a thread, blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, staining the front of his shirt red.

"Father, you have to hold on." Sun Ce cried out, tears pouring out like a flood.

Huang Gai, Zu Mao, Cheng Pu, Han Dang and other die-hard members of the team also looked depressed. Their eyes were red, some were biting their lips tightly, and some were clenching their fists and shaking slightly.

"My lord, you have to hold on. We will go to Xiangyang City to find a doctor immediately." Zu Mao said anxiously, his forehead covered with sweat, his eyes full of concern and eagerness.

"Brothers, I can't do it anymore. I won't be able to fight with you from now on." Sun Jian looked gloomy, his eyes revealed deep reluctance and helplessness, and the muscles on his face twitched with pain.

"My lord, don't say discouraging words. You are blessed with great fortune and will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties." Cheng Pu said with a sob, his voice trembling and tears streaming down his face.

Sun Jianqiang endured the pain and waved his hand to signal the generals to withdraw. He knew that his time was running out, but he still had some important matters to tell them.

Sun Jian's gaze slowly fell on Sun Ce, his eyes filled with reluctance and helplessness. He knew that his life was coming to an end, and this young and promising son before him would shoulder the future of the entire family.

"Ce'er... I've traversed the world my whole life, never fearing anyone or anything. Yet, fate is unpredictable!" Sun Jian spoke with difficulty, his breath weak, and each word seemed to exhaust all his strength. His eyes had dimmed, yet they still revealed a lingering attachment to the world and a deep concern for his son.

Sun Ce held his father's gradually cold hand tightly, tears already blurring his eyes like a flood. He choked and said:

"Don't worry, father. I will definitely inherit your will and continue to protect our family." His voice trembled, his body twitched constantly, and his heart was swallowed by endless grief.

Sun Jian nodded, forcing a satisfied smile onto his face. Then, he used up his last bit of strength and said:

"The person I am most worried about is your mother. I have fought in many battles over the years, and I am really sorry, Xiu'er. After I am gone, you must be filial to your mother." A turbid tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and his lips trembled.

Sun Ce nodded vigorously and promised firmly: "I will live up to your trust and do my best to take good care of my mother!" He clenched his teeth and his eyes were full of determination.

"Well! Yes, my Bofu is as good as Chaoer. You brothers must live in harmony with each other." Sun Jian warned, his voice becoming weaker and weaker, and his breath becoming weaker and weaker.

"Father, I will learn from my elder brother." Sun Ce said, tears dripping onto Sun Jian's hands.

Sun Jian smiled faintly, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. He reached out and gently stroked Sun Ce's face, his hand so weak yet full of affection. Then he slowly closed his eyes and passed away unwillingly.

Sun Ce held his father's body, weeping heartbreakingly, grief-stricken. He secretly vowed to fulfill his father's last wish and avenge his father.