Chapter 120: To Crush All Under Heaven Is to Be a True Hero!

This knowledge, as if an eternal truth, was deeply engraved in the bloodline of the people of Qingzhou.

Thunder, storms, and heavy rain surged in response to the arrival of the Green Emperor.

The brutal battle—or rather, the Han army, which had nearly crushed the Yellow Turbans—had drawn their knives, ready to begin another round of slaughter.

Blood surged; warhorses neighed.

At that very moment, four riders entered the battlefield with perfect timing.

The leader of this Yellow Turban force was a transcendent warrior; with the collapse of his troops, his spirit and vigor seemed shattered.

His pale face stared helplessly as a long sword slashed straight toward him, as if intent on splitting him in two.

But just then!

Boom!

Beneath the lightning, a spear struck the sword aside, stabilizing the crumbling army.

The warrior spat blood, his face pale, forcing himself to look up at the figure revealed in the lightning.

“This is…”

Warrior Zhang Rao stared in awe at the man before him.

In that instant, this man seemed the very center of heaven and earth.

Though his face bore the grace of a noble-born prince, it now radiated a domineering will to conquer the world.

With just one glance, Zhang Rao understood.

He was surely the eternal sovereign worthy of his allegiance.

He would follow this man behind, until they shattered the very end of the world.

“Hahaha…”

“Can Itachi still fight?”

The man raised his spear toward the sky, grinning triumphantly as he issued his invitation: “If Itachi can stand, follow me.”

“Worry about nothing—victory shall dance in my hands!”

“Whoever Itachi are, follow me.”

“Charge with me!”

Su Mo’s voice carried the weight of heavenly mandate, causing countless souls to spontaneously follow him.

Without hesitation.

Zhang Rao’s eyes slowly ignited with fervor.

The shattered Yellow Turbans, too, instinctively followed this sudden stranger.

In that moment, the man named Su Mo revealed unparalleled command!

Though merely scattered, undisciplined Yellow Turban soldiers, under this man’s leadership, their formation gradually coalesced without notice.

They needed not concern themselves with anything—only follow this man, and wherever he went, corpses littered the ground.

When they finally came to their senses—

Victory was already theirs.

“Who are Itachi?”

The Han general watched helplessly as the battlefield slipped from certain victory into utter defeat, roaring in despair.

Before him stood this man, like a reincarnation of Huaiyin Marquis, leading a rabble of deserters to crush his elite Han troops under his own transcendent command.

Sensing the Han commander’s fear,

The surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers slowly drew closer.

They could not say why.

Only that something surged within their hearts.

They instinctively wished to follow this man who had brought them victory!

“Who am I?”

The man savored the Han commander’s question, then burst into a laugh that swallowed the cosmos: “Hahaha…”

“Tell him—tell them—who I am!”

Instantly, heaven and earth seemed to echo and resonate in response to this man’s call.

“He came amid the drums of war,

Smoke and fire his ink,

When the Green Emperor’s banner swept across the Nine Provinces,

Every inch of land and river would sing for him…”

Heaven and earth sang in his arrival; all spirits crowned him.

When celestial omens fell upon the battlefield,

All understood: this man was the destined Green Emperor.

He would crush all enemies; wherever the light of sun and moon fell, it became his sovereign land.

He…

Was the true king of heavenly mandate, the rightful ruler of earth.

And all unfolded precisely as heaven had foretold.

Under his godlike, demonic command, this war ended swiftly, like a mythic epic.

When the omens faded, Su Mo’s blood-dripping spear pressed firmly against the warrior’s brow as he said slowly: “Submit to me, or die?”

“Heh… heh…”

The Han commander coughed blood, staring at the man before him.

Just moments ago, they had been mortal enemies in battle.

It was this man who, with a rabble of deserters, had crushed everything he owned…

Yet faced with this man’s effortless summons—as if all were naturally meant to kneel at his feet—

This man possessed an invincible aura to conquer all under heaven!

After silent hesitation, the Han commander slowly knelt before the man.

Then, the vast Han army bowed their heads, all submitting to this true king who held heavenly mandate.

【Small Battle Ended!】

【Evaluating Fuben …】

【Battle Evaluation: Mythic Victory!】

【Itachi are fate itself, Itachi are myth. Alone with three personal guards, Itachi charged into a small battlefield and, through unmatched charisma, turned the tide of fleeing Yellow Turbans to crush a 500-man elite Han force.】

【With battle dust settled, the Yellow Turbans bowed to Itachi in heartfelt loyalty; the Han army knelt beneath your feet.】

【All present, friend or foe, inwardly acknowledged your identity as the Heaven-ordained True King, the incarnate Green Emperor.】

【Itachi conquered everyone on the battlefield!】

【Reward Settlement: Legend Points *50, Copy Source *1000, Aura Skill · Blood Surge】

“Aura skill?”

Ignoring Legend Points and Copy Source, Su Mo turned to the final reward, a wry smile curling his lips.

“Do they think my conquest of the world is too slow?”

With this group-healing skill, his armies, so long as they lived, would recover swiftly.

And if he had one aura, how far could the next be?

…

Snowballs grow larger as they roll.

Qingzhou… no, the entire Great Han soon witnessed a banner more terrifying than the Yellow Turbans: the Green Sky, White Sun banner!

Zhang Jiao’s Yellow Turbans had spent years preaching, slowly building their framework.

Only then did they ignite the great Yellow Turban Rebellion that swept the land.

But this Green Sky, White Sun banner, emerging from Qingzhou, appeared as if sprung from stone.

Yellow Turbans? Han Army? Powerful landlords? Millennia-old clans?

It cared not who the enemy was.

It cared only where the enemy was!

“Cough… cough… cough…”

In Bingzhou, a towering, fearsome man clung to his halberd, refusing to fall; his once godlike ferocity now vanished.

Could anyone withstand the frontal charge of a million iron cavalry?

Or could anyone possess the courage to face such a force—gods slain, Buddhas crushed?

Lu Bu, this godlike man, led the Bingzhou Wolf Riders directly into such an army.

And then—

He was crushed beneath it!

“To crush all under heaven is to be a true hero!”

Lu Bu’s vision blurred as he stared at the man before him.

It was he who commanded ten thousand troops, laying waste to four Han provinces; his aura, identical to the Green Sky, White Sun banner, shook every soul who faced him.

He was a true hero capable of crushing all under heaven.

“Have Itachi yielded, Lu Bu?”

A faint voice sounded by Lu Bu’s ear.

“Do Itachi submit?”

Lu Bu’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

Facing such a terrifying army, facing such a terrifying aura—who could refuse to submit?

Lu Bu set down his halberd and slowly knelt on one knee before the man destined to conquer the entire world.