"Is my lord heading overseas now?"
Zhuge Liang frowned slightly beside him.
"Even with Lü Bu's peerless valor, I fear he won't last long against so many powerful foes..."
The opportunity was fleeting. Yuan Shao's power in Ji Province had deep roots and was no easy opponent. If they missed this chance, Youzhou would become a besieged city, and they might well find themselves trapped in a dead end.
By then, Youzhou would be surrounded by enemies on all sides and could very well be swallowed up.
In Zhuge Liang's eyes, the weight of one man's life compared to the larger picture was self-evident.
"Sir, there's something you don't know. Zilong alone is worth a million iron cavalrymen."
Liu Bei shook his head slightly. His mind was made up. Though the Nine Provinces were now teeming with warlords, most of them were no match for the truly powerful.
In the end, it was always the peak combat strength of peerless heroes that decided the course of events.
Zhao Yun was a dragon among men, with the potential to reach the pinnacle. His talent was extraordinary, and his future achievements would be no less than Lü Bu's. He could easily turn the tide of a battle.
The Divine Capital, Luoyang.
The setting sun was as red as blood. Corpses littered the banks of the Luo River, and blood had nearly stained the entire Raging River crimson.
The spirit fish and strange beasts swimming through the water had been nourished by the blood qi of countless martial experts. Their cultivation had surged, and the most exceptional among them were already close to becoming demons.
Countless "Han" military banners atop the city walls had been snapped and fallen below, trampled into layer upon layer of bloody mud by the iron hooves