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Boom!

Deep within the clouds, rumbling thunder echoed.

A pale bolt of lightning tore through the sky, striking straight down from the center of the dark clouds, hitting the top of the flagpole squarely.

Electricity crackled and spread down the iron pole, blue and white arcs of electricity coiling around the flagpole.

The hands were wrapped around Chen Shao, and around his entire body.

His clothes were instantly burned with several holes, but he remained completely still.

He stood amidst the lightning, his hands raised high above the yellow banner, his entire body enveloped in arcs of electricity.

Like a statue born from lightning.

Everyone watched as the bolt of lightning struck him.

But the young man laughed loudly, looking up at the sky:

"I am the Son of Heaven; what can mere thunder and lightning do to me!"

"Let the lightning strike even harder!"

That statement was a real show of bravado.

The phrase "[Pretentiousness gets you struck by lightning]" was triggered, coupled with the already overcast sky.

Rumble!

Another bolt of lightning struck.

Thicker and more powerful than the first one, the lightning illuminated the entire mountain as if it were daytime.

The altar was buzzing and a fire was starting to break out in the rain.

More and more lightning bolts struck, big and small.

He was enveloped in a dark blue aura.

The electric arc merely flickered; he was unharmed.

Chen Shao, holding the yellow banner in one hand, leaped down from the three-zhang-high altar.

Just as he was about to seize the opportunity to shout for a full-scale attack.

Chen Shao felt his knees buckle and his body sway.

I almost fell into the mud, but luckily I managed to hold myself up in a horse stance.

He then realized that without the blessing of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, he would still be that weakling with a combat power of 60.

[Slaying Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm]?

Never mind, there wasn't enough time.

He inserted the large banner into the mud.

He simply took off his already tattered and burned clothes.

He stood shirtless in the torrential rain.

Rain poured down his bare chest, trickling down the lines of his muscles.

The "Naked Warrior" tag takes effect instantly.

A powerful force surged through my limbs, washing away all my fatigue.

My whole body is full of energy and blood, every muscle is throbbing, and every bone is buzzing.

"Now, I'm going to take on ten of them all by myself!"

Chen Shao pulled the banner out of the mud, then climbed back onto the donkey's back.

The little gray donkey sensed the fighting spirit burning within its master.

He kept calling out, "Oh, oh!"

Chen Shao hoisted the soaked banner onto his shoulder, lightly squeezed the donkey's belly with his legs, and the little gray donkey reared up and charged towards the dark mass of Yellow Turban soldiers below the mountain.

This is a signal to attack!

At the foot of Panlong Ridge, Yu Qi'an waved the command flag forward fiercely.

Tens of thousands of Great Yan soldiers roared with earth-shattering force, war drums thundered, and swords were drawn.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Donkey Cloth seemed to be riding on wheels of fire, its legs taking off and running at top speed.

He wanted to ensure that he would always be by Chen Shao's side to protect him.

Every stroke of the sword today is a contribution to the rise of a powerful nation, and a foundation for future high-ranking positions!

One man and one donkey, moving as fast as lightning.

They quickly charged towards the Yellow Turban army, who were still covering their mouths and bewildered.

Wherever he goes, he gets struck by lightning.

Electric arcs shot out from the flagpole in all directions, and the rainwater became the best conductor.

Wherever Chen Shao's donkey trod, the Yellow Turban soldiers within a radius of several feet were struck by electric current before they could even see what was happening.

He collapsed into the muddy water, convulsing, his weapon clattering to the ground.

People in the front row desperately pushed back, trying to chop off this fiend wrapped in lightning.

There were too many people.

People were packed together, trampling each other, and the formation was completely chaotic.

That wasn't enough; Chen Shao then silently recited "Six Ding Six Jia" and "Auspicious Clouds."

A phantom of a celestial being descended, accompanied by auspicious clouds.

Combined with streaks of lightning that resembled the spitting tongues of a venomous snake.

At this moment, he truly was a deity who had mastered all the laws of Tao!

Wherever he went, everything fell to the ground.

Chen Shao was also talking non-stop.

"Zhonghuang Taiyi is nothing more than my halberd-wielding bodyguard."

"Today is auspicious for the world, not for war and slaughter, but for returning home to farm and weave, and for reuniting with one's wife and children."

"I am the one chosen by Heaven! I am the Heaven you have been waiting for."

"Why don't you surrender now and submit to me!"

To break divine authority with force.

To destroy a miracle with wisdom.

To change doctrines through words.

Win people's hearts with kindness.

One man can suppress 100,000 people; Chen Shao of today is no longer the puppet he once was.

Lu Bu, carrying the Fangtian Halberd, led the others who followed closely behind into the Yellow Turban formation.

He did not, as usual, cut down enemy soldiers whenever he saw them.

Instead, they resorted to their old tricks, having the soldiers chant Chen Shao's slogans.

To break down the Yellow Turban Army's last psychological defense.

The collapse of faith and the physical blows rendered the 100,000-strong army unable to muster any fighting spirit.

Adding to the shouts of Aluminum Cloth and others, and the massive, dark mass of the Great Yan army and the towering dragon banner that swept in from the mountaintop.

The Yellow Turban soldiers could no longer hold back.

One after another, they dropped their weapons.

Even worse, some people ripped off their yellow headscarves...

Zhang Jiao stood at the back of the formation, motionless.

The shirtless man riding a donkey shocked him greatly.

Too many things that cannot be explained.

"Big brother!"

Zhang Bao stepped up to Zhang Jiao and shouted:

"You need to think of something quickly! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"

"Let the brothers fight them. How many men do they have? We still have hundreds of thousands of troops. It's hard to say who will win!"

Zhang Jiao did not respond.

Zhang Bao was puzzled and turned to look at his elder brother.

But she was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground.

The eldest brother, Zhang Jiao, was already deathly pale, with two streams of blood flowing from his nostrils.

Under the lightning, his pale face looked even more like the face of a dead person covered in makeup.

"Big brother!!!"

Zhang Bao screamed and shook his brother hard.

Zhang Jiao did not die.

The huge gap between his expectations and reality filled him with despair.

There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart.

The pale face shook, but no words were spoken.

Zhang Bao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to wipe the blood from his brother's nose.

"Brother, say something! If you raise your voice, the brothers will definitely listen to you!"

Zhang Bao was already stomping his feet.

He pointed with his finger to the group of surrendered soldiers on the mountainside who were still throwing away their weapons, his voice growing increasingly urgent.

"Even if we can't beat them, we can still run away."

"Where there's life, there's hope. If we break through first, we might just be able to make a comeback."

"There's no chance anymore."

Zhang Jiao finally spoke.

"He won't give us that chance."

"We...we lost, utterly lost."

Zhang Jiao stood in the rain, like a piece of withered wood.