Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 489 Three Heroes Battle Fang Yu, Their Home is Robbed!

At this moment, the three thousand soldiers brought by Liu Bei were already enjoying a sea of ​​porridge.

Although they didn't know why Liu Bei, who had ridden into the city, turned back on foot, nor did they know what Liu Bei had said to others in the city in the few seconds that followed.

But when "Liu Bei" said that everyone should enjoy the porridge, these soldiers who had traveled for three days were of course more than willing.

They immediately started drinking and eating.

During wartime, the porridge people ate was simply thin soup and water.

This doesn't resemble the porridge from the Great Porridge Kingdom at all. If you steam it in a rice cooker for another two minutes, you could call it rice.

A mouthful of porridge, a bite of pickled vegetables.

"fragrant!"

"It's absolutely beautiful!"

"That was absolutely authentic!"

Fang Yu's transformation spell had just ended when Liu Bei led his brothers Guan Yu and Zhang Fei out of the city in an emergency.

When he saw that the army he had brought was actually eating porridge, the sky fell! He was furious! He almost died of anger!
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei quickly helped Liu Bei to his feet. Once Liu Bei had caught his breath, he kicked over a plate in front of a soldier who was smiling at him and shouted, "Stop eating!"

Liu Bei's face turned ashen, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around the hilt of his double-edged sword.

After making several inquiries, Liu Bei learned the truth and looked at the mess of porridge bowls on the ground and the rice grains left on the soldiers' mouths. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to his spine.

"Second brother," Liu Bei's voice trembled, "this person can actually transform into my appearance, even his voice and mannerisms are exactly the same."

A hint of seriousness flashed in Guan Yu's phoenix eyes, and his long beard moved without wind: "Brother, such a transformation technique is probably beyond the reach of even a sorcerer like Zuo Ci." He suddenly lowered his voice, "What if he transformed into someone else?"

Zhang Fei slammed his spear into the ground, making the surrounding bowls of porridge rattle: "Brother, let's charge into the city and poke a hundred or two holes in it!"

"Don't be reckless!" Liu Bei hurriedly grabbed Zhang Fei's arm, but then saw lightning flash on the city wall.

Fang Yu's figure slowly emerged from the arc of electricity, a mocking smile on his face.

"You big-eared thief!" Fang Yu drawled, his voice almost identical to Liu Bei's. "Your soldiers drank twenty vats of my porridge, you should pay them according to market price—" He suddenly reverted to his true voice, grinning, "Thirty thousand coins!"

"However, I also care about the world and cannot bear to see anyone go hungry, so let's skip it, let's skip it!"

"puff!"

Liu Bei was so angry he almost coughed up blood. Seeing this, Fang Yu quickly added insult to injury: "You dare to dream but not admit it! You talk about restoring the Han Dynasty, but you clearly just want to usurp the throne and become the new emperor! When the time comes, you definitely won't name your country the Eastern Han Dynasty. You'll probably name it something like the Rat Kingdom. What a load of crap, the Han Dynasty!"

"Cough! Ugh!"

Wow~
Liu Bei coughed up blood again. Seeing this, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei immediately pointed their weapons at Fang Yu on the city wall. Zhang Fei roared in a loud voice, "You little brat! If you dare to say another word, I'll jump into the city and chop you down!"

"No, absolutely not, absolutely not!" Liu Bei said in a low voice, "He cannot die. This porridge can truly save the people of the world."

Fang Yu added insult to injury: "Hypocrite! If you truly cared about the common people, you should have sent your third brother, Xiong Ling, to kill the emperor and his eunuchs, instead of trying to kill someone who does real work! You hypocritical big-eared thief!"

"Cough, waah!" Liu Bei coughed up blood again, and Zhang Fei couldn't hold back any longer. "Waaaaah! You bastard, you've gone too far!"

Zhang Fei's eighteen-foot spear pierced the air with a sharp, explosive sound! Wherever the spear tip passed, it carved a scorched mark on the city wall!

"So fast!" Fang Yu's pupils shrank sharply, his Observation Haki flashed a warning, and his body instinctively shifted half a step to the side!
"Hey!"

The spear grazed past his ear, and the force of the wind it generated cut a bloody gash on his cheek!
A few strands of hair were cut by the spear's wind and slowly drifted down.

The bamboo slip in Sun Qian's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and his goatee trembled violently: "This black bastard is faster than lightning?!"

Bo Cai's wide eyes reflected the afterimage on the city wall—every spear thrust by Zhang Fei left a bowl-sized lava pit on the bricks and stones, and the flying debris was vaporized into white smoke in mid-air by the high temperature!
"Two hundred and fifty, no, at least three hundred and fifty combat power!" Cold sweat beaded on Fang Yu's forehead, and the tomoe of his golden Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly.

In his dynamic vision, Zhang Fei's attack trajectory was so blurry that it was almost impossible to detect! This speed far exceeded the fighting power that Master Roshi had shown before!
Zhang Fei suddenly spun around and swept his spear horizontally, drawing a crimson arc of light.

Fang Yu hastily erected a divine barrier to defend himself, but he was still knocked away by the powerful force!

"Immortal Master!" Sun Qian's heart-wrenching cry rang out.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Zhang Fei slammed his spear into the ground with an effect comparable to an earthquake! His leopard eyes widened, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Is this all the skill you have to insult my elder brother?!"

"Damn it." Fang Yu stood up, his heart filled with shock. "In the entire ninja world, there are no more than five people who can beat Zhang Fei!"

"If Zhang Fei is like this, what kind of state would a demonized Lü Bu be in?!"

Guan Yu, who was watching the battle from a distance, suddenly stroked his beard and chuckled: "Third Brother's 'Mad Python Strength' has improved again." A golden glint flashed in his narrowed phoenix eyes, "It seems I won't need to take action."

Guan Yu had just stroked his beard and chuckled when suddenly his pupils contracted sharply! He saw Fang Yu surrounded by lightning, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, leaving afterimages in the void!
"Spreading beans makes an army!"

With a loud shout, the lightning in Fang Yu's palm suddenly exploded! Countless arcs of electricity danced wildly like silver snakes, and actually condensed in mid-air into dozens of people who looked exactly like him!
"This...this..." Guan Yu's phoenix eyes widened in disbelief!
Zhang Fei's dark face turned purple, and he slammed his spear into the ground: "You heretic! If you've got the guts, fight me like a maniac!"

"Third brother, don't worry, your second brother is here to help you!"

As Guan Yu spoke, he charged forward, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and with a single strike, cleaved one of the clones in two! The blade gleamed with a blinding cold light in the sunlight: "You sorcerer, cease your arrogance! Today, I, Guan Yu, will show you what it means to be a match for ten thousand men!"

Fang Yu's shadow clones simultaneously sneered: "Red-faced green-hatted hero paired with a black-headed charcoal-covered man, one selling dates and the other butchering pigs, dare to call themselves heroes? And they even want to fight outnumbered, how shameless!"

"Two against one and he still talks so righteously, no wonder he got skin disease from stealing walnuts, his skin is thicker than the corner of a city wall!"

"You!" Guan Yu suddenly sprang to his feet! His Green Dragon Crescent Blade transformed into a bolt of blue lightning and slashed down!

Fang Yu's two shadow clones were instantly struck by lightning. Fang Yu quickly added insult to injury: "Getting impatient? Did I hit a nerve?"

Liu Bei coughed lightly, interrupting Guan Yu's intention to retaliate. He gripped his sword tightly, his eyes fixed on Fang Yu: "Today, the three of us brothers will kill you, you wicked man, for the sake of the Han Dynasty!"

Fang Yu burst into laughter and pointed towards Luoyang, "Haven't you noticed yet? The porridge has already started being poured into Luoyang! In less than three days, your Han imperial palace will be filled with white porridge. I'd like to see whether your Liu imperial family will move the capital or drink porridge then!"

Upon hearing this, the three turned their heads away!

The official road was found to be filled with white porridge at some point.
The expressions on the three people's faces were no different from those of a victim who had just come home from get off work and heard soft moans and gasps from their family.
With a pained expression, Liu Bei muttered to himself, "The northern corner of the city is about to be submerged in porridge."

(End of this chapter)