My father-in-law Guan Yu, I persuaded Liu Bei to launch a surprise attack on Xiangyang at the beginn

Qian Zhao's previously calm face suddenly turned angry.

"Xiahou Dun, as a general of the country, you actually forced me to use unjust means to feign surrender to the emperor, and even used my family as a hostage. You are truly a shameless scoundrel!"

"My surrender to the Emperor of Han is also due to your coercion. It is not that I have betrayed Wei, but that Wei betrayed me first!"

Qian Zhao angrily pointed at Xiahou Dun, venting all the anger that had been suppressed for so long.

"Qian Zhao, you, you~~"

Xiahou Dun was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, his eyes bulging and his face almost exploding with rage, but he couldn't utter a single word.

After all, he knew in his heart that he was in the wrong for what he had done.

Guan Ping, however, disdained to waste words with him and shouted sharply:

"Xiahou Dun, the Emperor has laid a trap, and you have nowhere to escape!"

"Dismount and surrender now, and my emperor, being benevolent, may spare your life!"

"If you continue to resist stubbornly, Cao Ren will be your fate!"

Threatened in this way by a junior, Xiahou Dun felt humiliated as never before in his life and immediately became furious.

"You little brat from the Guan family, how dare you be so arrogant! I will surely kill you!"

Xiahou Dun roared and cursed, pointing his long sword at the city wall:
"Great Wei soldiers, heed my command! Attack the city immediately and recapture Jinyang!"

The soldiers on both sides were all dumbfounded.

Jinyang City has fallen, and there are tens of thousands of Han soldiers on the city walls, with countless Han soldiers still pursuing them.

Under these circumstances, do you still want to launch a counterattack on Jinyang?
Go crazy.

The Wei soldiers hesitated and were terrified; none of them dared to make a move.

Just then.

Guan Ping had already descended from the city wall and mounted his horse.

At a command, the gates of Jinyang were opened wide.

The Han army surged out of Jinyang like a tidal wave and rushed towards the bewildered Wei soldiers.

Guan Ping led the charge, his long sword flashing wildly as he reaped lives like a god of death.

The seven thousand Wei soldiers were thrown into chaos in an instant.

Left with no other option, Xiahou Dun turned his horse around, hoping to break through from another direction.

At this moment, countless Han soldiers had surrounded them from all directions.

He had nowhere to escape.

"Guo Huai, do you have any other plan to turn the tide?"

Xiahou Dun had not given up yet, and he gritted his teeth as he questioned Guo Huai.

Guo Huai looked utterly hopeless and helpless, and sighed to the heavens:
"General, Huai has exhausted all his tricks and has no other options."

"Heaven is going to destroy Great Wei! Heaven is going to destroy my Great Wei!"

Guo Huai's spirit and will had collapsed, and even the spear in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

Xiahou Dun, however, refused to accept his fate and shouted angrily:

"The fate of our Great Wei is not yet over. The Emperor is ordained by Heaven. I have not lost yet, I have not lost yet—"

The words trailed off.

From behind, countless arrows rained down from the sky.

Upon hearing the sound of arrows piercing the air, Xiahou Dun quickly conjured an iron curtain to block the direction of the incoming arrows.

"Dang Dang Dang~~"

He deflected all the incoming arrows.

The guards on either side were not so lucky; they were nailed to the ground in droves.

"Guo Huai, watch out!"

Seeing Guo Huai standing there motionless, neither dodging nor blocking, Xiahou Dun immediately shouted a reminder.

Guo Huai, trapped in despair, seemed to have given up all hope of living. He sat stiffly on his horse, his face full of grief and indignation, without moving an inch.

"Puff puff!"

Three sharp arrows struck his back.

One of the arrows pierced directly through his back.

"Woo——"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Guo Huai swayed and fell headfirst off his horse. After convulsing a few times, he could no longer move.

His face was frozen in that final moment of despair and sorrow.

"Boji, Boji—"

Xiahou Dun cried out in despair, but could only watch helplessly as Guo Huai fell from his horse and died.

At this moment, he was filled with endless regret.

He regretted not heeding Guo Huai's advice and should have abandoned Bingzhou earlier and withdrawn the entire army to Guanzhong.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up losing both people and land, losing all his generals, and facing a desperate situation with no way out.

"Boji, I regret not heeding your advice!"

Tears of regret and self-reproach welled up in Xiahou Dun's eyes, and he let out a mournful cry. But the Han army gave him no chance to repent, and attacked from all sides.

Xiahou Dun could only suppress his grief and anger, wildly brandishing his long sword and fighting to the death.

At this point, he had given up hope of escaping. He was like a walking corpse, numbly wielding his long sword, hoping to kill as many Han soldiers as possible before he died in battle.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already slain countless Han soldiers with his blade.

The Wei soldiers around him were also slaughtered without his knowledge, leaving only a few dozen personal guards.

Meanwhile, from all directions, the Han army surged forward in waves, seemingly without end.

"Xiahou Dun, Guan Ping is here, prepare to die!"

A thunderous roar resounded.

The Han army surged forth like waves.

A Han general in golden armor, wielding a crescent-shaped blade, finally arrived like a majestic war god.

Guan Ping.

The eldest son of the Guan family finally managed to locate Xiahou Dun amidst the chaos of battle.

At this moment, Guan Ping's eyes were bloodshot, burning with an extreme thirst for military merit.

That was a great general of Wei, Cao Cao's brother, and the head of the Xiahou clan.

An existence second only to one person and above ten thousand people.

Whether it's killing him or capturing him alive, it will undoubtedly be an unprecedented feat.

Filled with excitement, Guan Ping spurred his horse and brandished his sword, heading straight for Xiahou Dun.

The crescent-shaped blade in his hand unleashed a tempestuous storm, sweeping down with overwhelming force.

"You brat from the Guan family, even your father is somewhat fearful of you. Who do you think you are, daring to be so arrogant in front of me!"

In despair, Xiahou Dun seemed to be injected with adrenaline, letting out a roar and charging forward with his sword.

Xiahou Dun was very excited.

In this battle, he knew he was doomed and had no hope of survival.

The only thing he could do was to take as many Han soldiers and generals as possible with him to the underworld before he died.

Unfortunately, after killing for so long, they only killed nameless nobodys.

Taking a bunch of nobodies down to hell with you is such a waste.

Now everything's alright, a large shipment has finally been delivered to our door.

This kid is Guan Yu's eldest son, and in the Han Kingdom, he can be considered a member of the imperial family.

That brat deserved to die, though.

The two swords, each wielding their full power, collided in mid-air in an instant.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, drowned out the clamor of the battlefield.

The billowing air expanded in all directions, knocking all the soldiers on the left and right to the ground.

Xiahou Dun's expression suddenly changed drastically, his eyes bloodshot and contorted with rage.

The moment the two blades clashed, he felt as if an invisible mountain was crashing down on him with overwhelming force.

Cracked skin at the base of the thumb, bleeding fingertips, internal organ damage…

His enormous body was so weak that he could barely keep his footing on the horse's belly, and his long sword was thrown backward by the impact.

Xiahou Dun was greatly alarmed.

The eldest son of the Guan family in front of me, with just one slash, has left me in such a sorry state?
The essence of Guan Yu's swordsmanship lies in the domineering and unparalleled power of his first three strikes, far exceeding his original strength, to the point that even Lü Bu would have to give way.

Unexpectedly, Guan Ping not only inherited the might of Guan Yu's first three strikes, but even showed signs of surpassing his master!

"This kid, he actually—"

As Xiahou Dun was filled with horror, Guan Ping, who had turned his horse around, delivered a second heavy blow.

Before he could process the shock, Xiahou Hou took a deep breath, enduring the pain in his tiger's mouth and internal organs, and used all his strength to parry back with his sword.

"throat!"

Another deafening roar erupted.

Xiahou Dun's longsword was easily deflected, but he felt another sharp pain in his internal organs, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Is this brat even stronger than Guan Yu back in the day?"

Xiahou Dun was horrified, which overshadowed the pain in his internal organs.

Guan Ping's third strike, however, carried the force of a thunderbolt and swept across once more.

There is no way to avoid it.

Xiahou Dun had no choice but to endure the excruciating pain and desperately raise his sword to defend himself.

There was a loud bang as if the sky was collapsing.

A scream.

A jet of blood spurted out.

Xiahou Dun's longsword slipped from his hand, and his massive, mangled body flew backward from his horse like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. (End of Chapter)