Six Hundred Sixtieth Chapter: You're Qualified to Know My Name!

The allied army's camp held three hundred thousand men. If it descended into total chaos, the resulting destruction would far exceed what Lu Bu had caused. Even Wang Xuan's ten thousand or so men would be finished!

Wang Xuan's side quickly steadied themselves and began forming a defensive formation, but in the very center of the allied army, an entirely different scene was unfolding.

"Damn general, prepare to die!"

Seeing the enemy commander rapidly charging toward the central army with a contingent of men, Yan Liang roared and rushed out. Yuan Shao, his lord, was right behind him. Without even considering whether he could win, he brandished his great saber and charged forward with a howl.

"Clang!" A thunderous explosion rang out as waves of air rolled outward. Lu Bu's unstoppable figure finally came to a halt.

Lu Bu wore a three-pronged purple-gold crown, a Western-Chuan red cotton robe embroidered with flowers, and beast-faced linked armor. A delicate lion-patterned belt was wrapped around his waist. A bow and arrows hung at his side, and he held a painted halberd in his hand. Beneath him sat the howling Red Hare. An interested expression appeared on his face as he looked Yan Liang up and down. To think he had actually blocked one of his strikes—this seemed to be a decent opponent.

Looking at Lu Bu's outfit, the corners of Yan Liang's mouth twitched several times. Whether it was his clothes, his build, or his appearance, Lu Bu left him leagues behind. Yan Liang instantly flew into a rage.

They were both martial generals. Why did Lu Bu get to grow up looking like that?

"Damn general, state your name. My blade does not kill nameless men!" Fortunately, Yan Liang knew he was facing a formidable enemy, so he solemnly asked the