A City of Two Hundred Thousand People

An army of forty thousand was indeed enormous, but so what if it was enormous? As long as they had not formed a cloud of battle qi, defeating them was nothing more than two or three slashes!

From the moment the first blade ray was unleashed to the moment the three of Guan Yu charged up to the Yellow Turban bandit leaders, barely more than ten seconds had passed. Before the tens of thousands of bandits could even recover from their shock, the three of Guan Yu had already reached their leaders.

When Zhang Fei and Dian Wei saw that there was nothing for them to do, they simply charged forward. Taking one in each hand, they easily captured several leaders alive. Dian Wei in particular, seeing that there was no room left for him to show off, simply leaped into the air and kicked the central army banner in half.

As the central army banner toppled, divine light burst from Guan Yu's eyes. He raised his head and roared furiously, "The bandit leaders have been captured! You rabble, why haven't you scattered yet? Are you looking to die?"

Along with that roar that shook the entire battlefield, Guan Yu swung his final slash toward the heavens. A blade ray more than a hundred meters long shot into the sky and flew straight upward, as though it intended to cleave open a hole in the heavens. As they looked up at the blade ray soaring into the sky, quite a few Yellow Turban bandits were so terrified that they wet themselves.

Someone was the first to shout and turn to flee. In an instant, centered around the three of Guan Yu, the entire Yellow Turban formation collapsed like a sandcastle washed away by a wave.

A moment later, the three