Chapter 16: Liu Bei Loses His Arm

  "Hou San..." Seeing Hou San being shot, Xue Cheng and Ma Wu were shocked and rushed to push through the crowd to run towards Hou San.

  "Cough...cough..." Hou San let out a violent cough, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. The deep red blood instantly dyed the corners of his mouth bright red. With gritted teeth, he forced himself to open his eyes wide and looked at several brothers who were usually on good terms with him. He said reluctantly, "Sorry, Peak Brother...I wasn't able to kill Liu Bei."

  "Hou San, don't worry, with so many of us here, he won't be able to escape. Just bear with it a bit longer, and I'll send someone to escort you back to the camp immediately. I'll definitely find the best doctor in the city to treat your injuries, and you will surely recover safely." Xue Cheng's eyes were bloodshot as he tried his best to calm down the sorrow in his heart, speaking in a gentle tone.

  "It's... useless, my own body, I know myself best, Peak brother..." Originally dull and lifeless eyes suddenly widened as they saw a resolute figure riding towards them on horseback.

  "General Xu." Seeing Xu Feng rush over, everyone hastily made way for him and greeted him respectfully.

  Xu Feng waved his hand, ignoring the crowd, and strode quickly to Hou San's side, grasping his hands and saying with concern, "Brother, you must hold on."

  "Brother Feng, you've come. It's great to see you. Unfortunately, I...I..." Another severe coughing fit, Hou San grasped Xu Feng's hands tightly with both of his own, his eyes wide open, and died on the spot. Even in death, his face still bore a hint of regret and guilt for not completing the task entrusted by Xu Feng.

  "Brother, Peak doesn't blame you, you've done well, go in peace, I'll avenge your death." With his hand slowly closing Hou San's eyes, Xu Feng turned around, his face cold and terrifying, with an aura of killing intent that seemed to pierce the sky. His red-rimmed eyes gleamed with unshed tears, and upon closer inspection, one could even see the faint misty glint in the corners of his eyes. Xu Feng wept.

  Indeed, although they didn't spend much time together, Xue Chenghou and the others were all minor characters who wouldn't have been known by anyone in the Eastern Han Dynasty's Three Kingdoms era, where brave generals and wise ministers abounded. Even if they died, no one would remember their names. But Xu Feng was different. The genuine brotherly love he received from them moved him deeply. Without them, he would still be a refugee who didn't know how to live or die. Without them, he would still be a vagrant with no home or family, no relatives or friends. It was precisely because of these people that Xu Feng's life gained some color. People cannot be without emotions.

  "Kill..." Xu Feng stared intently at Liu Guan Zhang, who was desperately fighting in the crowd, and slowly spat out a chilling word.

  Liu, Guan and Zhang may be fierce generals, they may be his idols, but what does that have to do with anything? This is the Eastern Han dynasty, a chaotic era of real swords and guns. Moreover, they are his sworn enemies, the ones who killed his brothers. Xu Feng isn't brainless, if he were to rush up and hug Liu, Guan and Zhang's legs, he wouldn't be considered crazy.

  Zhang Fei and Guan Yu protected Liu Bei, fighting while retreating. Although they were exhausted, they fought desperately for their lives. The Yellow Turbans, upon hearing Xu Huang's order, charged forward bravely, clashing with the enemy. In an instant, blood flowed like a river, and countless corpses littered the ground. Guan Yu wielded his massive blade, unleashing a ferocious and intimidating aura. Despite being somewhat exhausted, his strength was still astonishing. With one swing of his sword, four or five Yellow Turbans were instantly cut down, their anguished cries filling the air as they fell to the ground.

  Zhang Fei, who had lost his spear, was fighting with his fists, and with a loud shout, he charged at the Yellow Turbans. With empty hands, he clashed with the enemy soldiers. Liu Bei, wounded and having completely lost his combat strength, could only dodge and weave under the cover of the two men.

  "Ah..." Zhang Fei dodged too late and was stabbed in the back by a sword. He let out a loud cry, swung his iron fist backwards, and with a cracking sound, smashed the Yellow Turban soldier who had launched the sneak attack to death on the spot. However, the Yellow Turban army behind him continued to press forward relentlessly, swinging their blades. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fei was struck by two more swords, his body swaying precariously as he nearly fell over.

  Guan Yu was also in a bad state, having fought repeatedly and exhausting his energy. If it weren't for the sake of escaping with his life, he wouldn't have been able to withstand another blow and would have collapsed to the ground by now.

  "Liu, Guan, Zhang, today is your day of doom." Xu Feng jumped off his horse, dragging his long spear, step by step, with a menacing killing intent, as he walked forward. The spear scraped against the stone floor, sending sparks flying everywhere, its cold light gleaming sharply. This brotherly vendetta, he would settle it personally.

  "Everyone withdraw."

  "General."

  "Fall back." Xu Feng's icy voice was like a thunderclap, and the crowd dispersed with a rustling sound, retreating in obedience. "Huffing..." Liu, Guan, and Zhang stood together, panting heavily as they watched Xu Feng approach step by step.

  "Xu Feng, do you really want to kill my three brothers?" The speaker was Liu Bei. At this time, he was disheveled and covered in blood, his limbs weak, looking like a madman. His eyes, which were originally bright and shining, had lost all their fighting spirit, as if he were a dying man, with only a glimmer of hope left in the face of approaching death.

  "Haha, what do you think?" Xu Feng said with a cold smile.

  "If you spare the lives of my three brothers, I guarantee that in the future we will never be enemies of the Yellow Turbans. Can this be done?" Liu Bei's tone softened and he actually opened his mouth to plead for mercy. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were both stunned, they simply couldn't believe their ears. "Big brother, you can't do this! We three brothers, even if we die, why should we beg for mercy from this despicable person?" Zhang Fei shook his head and advised.

  Xu Feng was also surprised? Looking at Liu Bei's pale face, who was already half dead, he seemed to have understood something again and opened his mouth to say "How can my brother die in vain? Moreover, why should I believe what you said? If I spare your life, how can I face my soldiers?"

  "This... Liu Bei glanced at his two brothers beside him and gritted his teeth. "May I cut off one of my arms?"

  "But my brother lost his life, can your arm be worth it?" Xu Feng was surprised in his heart, didn't expect Liu Bei to be willing to cut off his arm for the sake of his life. However, Xu Feng still didn't want to let him go, releasing a tiger back to the mountain would bring endless troubles, this logic, Xu Feng understood!

  "Come closer, I have something to say to you." Liu Bei beckoned Xu Feng with a heavy sigh after glancing at Zhang Fei. The current Liu, Guan, and Zhang were nothing but three sickly cats, so Xu Feng wasn't afraid of them coming up with any sinister plots. He took big strides forward, "Killing your brother was my third brother... not me." Liu Bei's eyes flashed coldly as he gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice. After finishing speaking, he didn't dare look at his two brothers again. As a member of the imperial family and descendant of emperors, Liu Bei's tolerance was due to his ambitious desire to stand out from the ordinary. Although the three brothers had sworn an oath of brotherhood, they hadn't known each other for long, so their emotions weren't particularly deep. For his own selfish desires, Liu Bei thoroughly gave up on them.

  "Alright, I'll spare your lives, but you have to leave your arm behind." Xu Feng's icy voice came again as he glanced at Liu Bei's injured right arm.

  "You... never mind." Seeing Xu Feng's cold gaze, with tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans waiting behind him, the killing intent was palpable. Liu Bei let out a sigh, gritted his teeth, and raised the precious sword in his left hand, aiming at his own right arm, and suddenly slashed down.

  "Big brother, no way"

  "Big brother, don't."

  With a loud crack, an arm flew into the air, accompanied by a mist of bright red blood. Liu Bei's body swayed and he fell to his knees, overcome with pain, his face twisted in agony, yet his eyes remained fixed intently on Xu Feng. "I hope you keep your promises."

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