A Sword Comes from the West, Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens

Before midnight had arrived, a dense crowd had already gathered outside the Forbidden City. Rows of lanterns lit the surrounding area brightly.

Martial artists naturally had excellent night vision, but no one would complain about the light being too bright.

Besides, for the rather lofty "Peak of the Forbidden City," this amount of light was barely enough.

The scene was much like those grand nighttime spectacles deliberately set at night to save money.

And as though the heavens were uncooperative, dark clouds filled the sky, with no moon in sight.

The Peak of the Forbidden City was here, but there was no full-moon night.

The heavy sound of hooves came again. Lü Bu and his cavalry, who had rested outside the city until the appointed time, had arrived.

They were still in incomparably high spirits.

The cavalry did not approach too closely. Lü Bu rode forward alone, and the crowd parted to make way for him.

Arriving beneath the city tower, Lü Bu looked up. When he did not see Jia Rong, he frowned slightly.

But he said nothing. He dismounted and leaped into the air.

His body shot skyward at incredible speed, only to come to an abrupt halt when he reached the top of the tower. He lacked the elegant grace of the qinggong displayed by many martial artists, instead reminding people of a massive siege crossbow bolt.

For many people, they had only heard Lü Bu's name. This was their first time seeing him make a move.

Just like his appearance, he was simple and decisive.

A quintessential battlefield martial artist, a peerless fierce general.

There were many martial artists of this type in Great Ding.

"Hm?" Upon reaching the battlefield atop the "Peak of the Forbidden City," Lü Bu narrowed his eyes.

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