The Three Kingdoms: The Oath of the Peach Garden, the Rise of the Han Dynasty

After a moment, Li Chang looked at Huangfu Song:

"However, this time, I cannot go on stage alone. Zhang Jiao has disciples to help him, and I also need some people to cooperate with me."

Furthermore, I would like to request that General Huangfu and General Zhu lend me their tiger tallies.

"Tiger tally?" Huangfu Song was taken aback, then immediately untied the tiger tally from his waist and handed it over. "Taoist priest, feel free to use it! Just say how many men you need, and the entire army is at your disposal!"

Li Chang took the tiger tally; it felt heavy in his hand, carrying a chilling military aura.

He nodded, his gaze sweeping over the generals, and, following the rules and theories of birth dates and times that others couldn't understand, recited the birth dates and times of several generals.

Eight young generals with the strongest yang energy were selected, and one hundred strong men, each eight feet tall and with a booming voice, were chosen from the army.

"These people, come up on stage with me," Li Chang said in a deep voice. "Remember, once you're on stage, you don't need to say anything. Just follow my steps and shout in unison, 'May the Great Han last ten thousand years, and may the Yellow Heaven perish!'"

Although no one understood the intricacies of the matter, they all nodded repeatedly, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Half an hour later, Li Chang once again ascended the platform outside the city.

He placed the tiger tallies of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun in the center of the altar, lit three incense sticks, held a peach wood sword, and loudly proclaimed:

"Today, I, Li Chang, with the tiger tally of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, borrow the national fortune of the Han Dynasty, the murderous aura of the generals, and the yang energy of the hundred righteous men, to fight against Zhang Jiao!"

Protect our mighty Han, and vanquish the evil demons!

"Protect our mighty Han! Slay the evil demons!"

Eight generals and one hundred strong men shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Then, Li Chang began to perform the Seven Star Steps, chanting incantations.

Eight generals stood on either side, moving slowly in sync with his steps. One hundred burly men, wielding long halberds, stood beside the platform, shouting in unison:

"May the Han Dynasty last ten thousand years, but the Yellow Emperor will surely perish!"

The voices were clear and loud, soaring into the sky and even drowning out the shouts of the Yellow Turbans on the city wall.

On the city wall of Guangzong, Zhang Jiao saw Li Chang take the stage again, bringing so many people and even offering the tiger tally of the Han army. A hint of shock and anger flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which he then splashed onto the talisman in front of him, and chanted a spell in a fierce voice.

"Heaven above! Grant me divine power! Send down this great rain to annihilate the Han traitors!"

"With my true energy, I unite with the creation of heaven and earth! Thunder God, assist me!"

"Boom!"

Lightning strike!

A thunderclap boomed, and large raindrops instantly began to fall, landing above Guangzong City and the Yellow Turban camp.

In an instant, the entire Han army seemed to feel a tingling sensation!

Strangely, the rain only fell on Guangzong City and the area east of it.

To the west of the Han army camp, the sky remained clear and the sun shone brightly.

A clear dividing line stretches across the sky and the earth.

On one side, there was a raging storm with dark clouds; on the other side, the sun shone brightly and the sky was clear.

It was as if the world had been split in two!

Half the sky was overcast, the other half was sunny; the two sides were clearly divided, like a fine line drawn.

This bizarre sight left everyone stunned.

"Good heavens! This is... a split between yin and yang! Half sunny, half rainy!"

"Master Li is amazing! He can actually hold his own against Zhang Jiao!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the Han army ranks, as soldiers brandished their weapons, tears welling in their eyes with excitement.

They had never seen such a miraculous sight before, and at this moment they were completely convinced that Li Chang was an immortal sent by heaven to save the Han Dynasty!

On the other hand, the Yellow Turban soldiers on the walls of Guangzong were dumbfounded, their faces filled with despair.

Their revered Heavenly General, despite exerting all his strength in his rituals, could only summon rain for half the sky! He couldn't even defeat a young Taoist priest!

"Huang Tian... Huang Tian is no longer effective?"

Someone whispered something, and it instantly spread throughout the Yellow Turban Army.

Countless soldiers looked up at the eerie dividing line, their faith crumbling.

Many of the already wavering Yellow Turban soldiers quietly put down their weapons, their eyes glazed over.

Zhang Liang stood beside Zhang Jiao, his face deathly pale, unable to utter a single word.

On the high platform, Zhang Jiao looked at the dividing line between Yin and Yang, and his whole body trembled violently.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Chang on the execution platform outside the city, his eyes filled with resentment, bitterness, and a trace of utter despair.

He cried out in his heart, "Is Huang Tian dead too?"

His eyes glazed over, and he could no longer hold on. His body went limp, and he collapsed.

"General of Heaven!"

"Master!"

"Big brother!"

Zhang Liang let out a mournful cry and rushed forward to embrace Zhang Jiao.

The Yellow Turban disciples on the city wall were in complete chaos and panic.

Zhang Jiao's eyes were already closed, and his breath was weak.

On the execution platform outside the city, Li Chang looked at the chaos on the city wall and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He didn't actually do anything; he just predicted that there would be a high probability of convective rain today.

This type of rain is mainly caused by uneven heating of the ground, which causes hot air to rise rapidly, and water vapor to cool and condense into cumulonimbus clouds, resulting in localized heavy precipitation.

It often occurs in the summer afternoons and is frequently accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Li Chang then used the military might of the tiger tally and the momentum of the hundred men's shouts to create a spectacular battle of "yin and yang dividing the heavens".

But he was indeed exhausted, even more so than yesterday. Just now, when Zhang Jiao spat out blood, he seemed to really feel a chilling aura coming from the direction of Guangzong City, which made him shiver.

It seems that the laws of this world may truly exist. However, Zhang Jiao is exhausted and can no longer unleash their full power.

The peach wood sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and his vision went black as he fainted again.

"Fourth brother!"

"Master Li!"

Liu Bei, Huangfu Song, and the others exclaimed in surprise and rushed up the high platform.

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun didn't even care about their own health.

As soon as they went up, they discovered that the tiger tally was actually getting hot, and there seemed to be several black lines on it!

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, falling on Li Chang's pale face. The rain over Guangzong City gradually stopped.

When Li Changzai woke up, it was already night.

The candlelight flickered in the tent. Liu Bei sat by the couch, and seeing him open his eyes, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"It's good that you're awake. The kitchen is simmering porridge, I'll go..."

"Brother," Li Chang interrupted him, "Zhang Jiao's fate is sealed. He will die within a month, and Guangzong will fall within two months!"

Liu Bei looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded emphatically.

The next morning, Li Chang got up very early.

But they discovered that Zhang Jiao, that old man, hadn't even taken the stage! He'd become complacent!

Li Chang stood outside the tent, gazing at the empty walls of Guangzong City, and waited for a full quarter of an hour.

After yesterday's battle, which was half sunny and half rainy, only a few tattered yellow flags remained hanging in the wind on the high platform of the city wall, and not a single disciple was to be seen on duty.

"Zhang Jiao is finished." He put down the peach wood sword in his hand, turned to look at Liu Bei beside him, and said, "Brother, if he won't take the stage, then I will."

Take advantage of his old age and kill him!

The "endure the old man" tactic begins!

Outlive him!