You Still Don't Know Your Old Zhang?

After ten exchanges, although Lu Bu was repeatedly forced to change his moves by Yan Liang's desperate fighting style, the wildly surging externalized Qi continued slicing through Yan Liang's armor and leaving wound after wound across his body.

At that moment, Yan Liang seemed to have entered some inexplicable state. Though he continued to suffer injuries, the great saber in his hands grew sharper and sharper. All his vital energy and spirit had fused into killing his enemy, completely forgetting life and death.

The Fang Tian Hua Ji suddenly accelerated, like a bolt of lightning. Breaking through its limits, it slammed into the great saber before Yan Liang could react.

Boom! The deafening impact sent Yan Liang, horse and all, flying more than a dozen meters backward. The web between his thumb and forefinger split completely, and blood flowed nonstop down his arm. By then, Yan Liang looked as though he had just been hauled out of a pool of blood. That single strike had left his consciousness utterly blurred.

"Brother!" Wen Chou finally arrived with a furious roar, his eyes bloodshot.

Wen Chou's eyes nearly split apart. Golden radiance rose from his body as he pointed his spear at Lu Bu. Gritting his teeth, he charged without another word.

It had been many years since Lu Bu had encountered experts capable of releasing their Qi beyond their bodies. He had not expected to meet two of them at once today. The Guandong coalition truly had some substance. A thought flashed through Lu Bu's mind: I wonder if I'll meet someone this time who can let me completely unleash myself!

After reaching the peak, if he wanted to advance further and break through into that legendary realm where Qi transformed into form, Lu Bu needed greater pressure and more battles—preferably