Three Kingdoms: Conquer Wu from Maicheng with Cavalry and Swords, Don't Fall Behind

Snowflakes burst forth from the ground as a madman on horseback emerged from the mist. His body emanated a surging, murderous aura, like a mighty god riding a horse and brandishing a sword, causing the villains to tremble in fear, their knees to buckle, and almost prostrate themselves in worship.

Jie Fanbing stared intently and saw that the approaching general was surrounded by dazzling sword light, his figure shrouded in frost and snow, mysterious and powerful. Man and horse were one, their murderous aura soaring to the sky, their momentum piercing the heavens—truly an invincible tiger general!

Fu Shiren was terrified and his face turned ashen. He took several steps back and cried out in a trembling voice:

"Lord Guan, stop! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! Let's talk this out, don't force me!"

Several ring-pommel swords were held against the hostage's neck, their cold gleams suggesting an imminent slash.

"Do you think you can threaten me without mission penalties?!" Qi Ye did not compromise; once he compromised, he would do it countless times.

As a player, I can't save everyone; that's what the Imperial Uncle should do.

Qi Ye is all alone, believing in the power of one against a thousand, and using absolute force to sweep away evil and eliminate all villains!

Fu Shiren's eyes were bloodshot, his face ashen, and he stamped his feet repeatedly, roaring in a hoarse voice:

"You forced me to this! You forced me to this point! Where are you? Seize him! Kill him!"

Upon receiving the order, the guards sprang into action. Blades flashed, screams of agony lingered, and in an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and more than a dozen heads rolled to the ground.

Ding Feng was shocked and staggered forward, staring intently at the scene. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Foolish, foolish indeed! The hostages are our protectors. Now that their heads have been chopped off, our escape route is cut off. If Guan Yu arrives, how can we resist, how can we possibly fight back?"

Hu Zong's lips trembled, his face flushed red, and he suddenly drew his sword, pointing it at the large banner with the character "Guan" in the distance, and shouted hoarsely:

"All troops of the Jie Fan Camp, charge! Kill Guan Yu! Kill Guan Yu! Once he's dead, the Supreme One will have no more worries!"

Upon receiving the order, the Jie Fan Camp sprang into action, shouting themselves hoarse and nearly going mad, their force erupting like a torrent, unstoppable.

The Martial Saint emerged like a true dragon descending to earth, his aura overwhelming mountains and rivers. His phoenix eyes were as deep as an abyss, and his domineering presence was overwhelming.

With a neigh, Red Hare neighed, and the man and horse shot off like arrows. In an instant, a chilling aura surged and churned, as if an ancient battlefield had just begun, sending shivers down everyone's spine!

The crescent-shaped blade gleamed with a cold light. With a slight tremor of the blade, an invisible pressure swept across the surroundings, making it hard to breathe. It felt as if one's soul was about to be torn apart by that strange power and plunged into the endless abyss of void.

The thunderous hooves of the horses grew faster and faster, shaking the earth.

Xu Xiang waved his command flag, and the shield soldiers at the front line all squatted down, their stances firm and their shoulders pressed tightly against the backs of their shields.

The soldiers of the Jiefan Battalion held their spears and halberds at an angle, their cold gleams gleaming. The soldiers stared wide-eyed, their eyes bloodshot, their breathing heavy, their teeth bared, their faces tense, watching as death rushed toward them.

—Waiting, just waiting for that final moment!

At the front of the battle, the man wielding the crescent blade exuded a sacred and awe-inspiring aura of bloodlust from every inch of his body.

His long hair was loose and fluttered in the wind, and a faint but powerful aura spread out silently, sweeping across the entire area.

Anyone caught in that gaze felt a sudden tightness in their heart, an inexplicable tremor.

The 10,000 infantrymen of the Relief Camp stood firm and unmoved, like a mountain.

Who would have thought that a divine cavalryman charged into the formation, splitting the majestic array into pieces like a sharp axe splitting a mountain!

The Martial Saint charged left and right, invincible, like a wild bull pulling an iron plow, turning over and over the dense crowd.

Everywhere it went, it plowed a horrifying bloody trail, with cries of agony filling the air and flesh and blood flying everywhere!

Thank goodness! That murderous god was only searching for Fu Shiren, not for the lives of the other cowards present.

Otherwise, if the Martial Saint were to sweep a single blade of light across the land, which of those tribal leaders and mountain youths would still be able to stand firm?

I'm afraid I'd be so scared that my bones would go weak and my muscles would give way, and I'd collapse like a lump of mud!

As the Martial Saint's horse galloped past swiftly, the bandits present felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Their heartbeats suddenly quickened, and an immense pressure descended from the sky, so great that their spines seemed to bend. A chill ran from their tailbone straight up to the top of their head, and even their souls seemed to be shaken apart by this aura.

My God! Just how powerful is this?

"What happened? They just glanced at me, and it made me feel like I was dying, it was unbearable!" Jie Fanbing exclaimed.

Ding Feng shrank back and retreated, looking just like an ordinary soldier. He no longer resembled a general.

Looking at Fu Shiren, he was utterly terrified. He spurred his horse and fled, not daring to linger for even a moment. A chill ran down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end, like a frightened rabbit.

Endless corpses and blood surged and pushed aside under the flash of the blade.

The soldiers in the rear could only hear the deafening battle cries, but they could not see what was happening in front of them. They looked at each other in bewilderment, their hearts filled with growing fear.

In the very center of the formation, the routed soldiers scattered like wolves and pigs, scrambling to escape, jostling and bumping into each other, disrupting the perfectly good formation and turning it into pieces!

Hu Zong stared in disbelief, muttering, "This...this is the peerless one under heaven?"

Xu Xiang's face turned ashen. He pounded his chest and stamped his feet, shouting hoarsely, "Fu Shiren! Fu Shiren! You damned traitor! You escaped yourself, but you pushed us into the fire, causing us so much suffering!"

Fu Shiren lay prone on the horse's back, his jaw clenched, his whole body trembling slightly.

A divine steed is charging madly into the formation with overwhelming force!

The soldiers who blocked their way turned their shouts into agonizing screams as they fell one after another, pushed and shoved, their blood splattering everywhere.

The remaining soldiers, like a flock of frightened sheep, scattered wildly in all directions, crying and shouting for their parents.

Zhou Cang, Guan Yinping, and their light cavalrymen roared in unison, spurred their horses, brandished their swords and spears, and charged fiercely towards the enemy army.

The infantrymen behind them shouted and followed, a dark mass like a flood bursting its banks, pouring straight into the enemy lines!

In an instant, screams erupted, blood splattered, and wave after wave of blood surged up.

The congested infantrymen, gritting their teeth, pressed their shields against the ground with all their might, leaning back and huddled together.

The shield was knocked away, and the corpse was thrown into the air before crashing down again!

Zhou Cang led several burly men, wielding spears and halberds, into the crowd, where blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Fu Shiren turned around and watched as the layers of defense were torn apart, breached, and crushed. Suddenly, his scalp tightened and his body throbbed with sweat.

The Martial Saint's Divine Steed moved with lightning speed, instantly appearing behind Fu Shiren with unstoppable power.

Fu Shiren was so frightened that he lost his mind and fell off his horse, tumbling and crawling to the ground.

The sound of horses' hooves grew closer, as if the cold glint of a crescent blade was already visible. He cried out urgently, "Wait! Can...can I have a proper word?"

The Martial Saint paused, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Speak!"

Fu Shiren raised his head and said in a trembling voice:

"If the general wants to kill me, I have nothing to say. But before I die, I dare to ask one question: General, are you truly without any fault?"

Qi Ye was shocked: "Doria used her ultimate skill, huh? No, even Doria can't use your ultimate skill as well as you!"

The Martial Saint surveyed the universe with an overwhelming aura, his divine power unleashing a powerful slash accompanied by a fierce wind.

Fu Shiren's head was separated from his body, his head rolled on the ground, and blood splattered everywhere!