He no longer had any retreat.

Only by clinging tightly to Lü Meng's influence and surrendering to Eastern Wu could he continue enjoying the leisurely days of a wealthy man in the latter half of his life.

He no longer pondered about matters of power.

Lü Meng smiled and said: "Zi Fang, you are the top contributor to our capture of Jiangling City. My health isn't good, so I can't drink alcohol. Let me toast you with water instead."

He raised the water-filled cup and toasted Mi Fang.

Even if he internally despised such a traitor.

But he wanted to demonstrate to others that he was willing to respect even someone like this who betrayed their master.

The aristocratic descendants were certainly no exception.

Mi Fang blushed and said: "I also wish the Great Governor success in swiftly defeating Guan Yu and capturing Jingzhou."

"Haha."

Lü Meng smiled.

He would usually say something modest, but not now.

He needed to display absolute confidence to pressure those present into submission.

"Guan Yu is arrogant and overconfident, defeating him is as easy as pie."

"Good! Let me see if you have the ability!"

...

A loud voice bellowed from outside the hall, startling the Jingzhou officials present.

They were too familiar with the owner of that voice.

The representatives sent by the aristocrats changed expressions dramatically.

Under Eastern Wu's rule or King of Hanzhong's rule, which is more favorable to the aristocrats? Undoubtedly the former.

Wasn't Guan Yu fighting at Fancheng?

How did he return to Jiangling?

Moreover, how did Guan Yu appear directly in Jiangling City?

What others could think of,

Lü Meng could also think of, his pale cheeks flushed red, glaring viciously at Mi Fang.

Was he fooled by this person using death as deception?!

This was the only possibility Lü Meng could think of.

There was a secret passage inside Jiangling City.

Guan Yu must have led his troops through the secret passage into the Taishou Mansion. Only this could explain why he appeared outside the hall without any report.

Mi Fang's face turned ashen as he realized Lü Meng's unusual gaze and hurriedly shouted: "Great Governor, I didn't know about this!"

"Mi Fang! Shi Ren! You actually betrayed the King of Hanzhong, why?!"

Guan Yu's furious questioning echoed in the hall.

However, as Lü Meng looked outside the door, he saw no large gathering of Jingzhou soldiers, only Eastern Wu's people.

Even Guan Yu was nowhere to be seen, where was the voice coming from?

Lü Meng's heart was uncertain, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain as if he couldn't breathe.

"Cough, cough!"

He coughed vigorously, the more tense and anxious he was, the more painful the feedback from his body became, as if blood was flowing backward, preventing him from speaking.

"Great Governor!"

The veteran general of Eastern Wu, Han Dang, shouted.

Lü Meng struggled to maintain himself, understanding that he could not afford to collapse now.

If he fell, it would greatly affect the morale of Eastern Wu.

"Come."

Lü Meng arduously uttered a word.

"Did the King of Hanzhong ever treat you ill?"

Guan Yu questioned again.

This time, Lü Meng heard where the voice was coming from.

From the sky, he looked up, his blood surging.

"Puff!"

Lü Meng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed backward.

"Great Governor!"

Han Dang turned pale with fright and rushed forward.

He had served Sun Jian, Sun Ce, and Sun Quan across three generations. Although not a brilliant strategist, he understood what the fall of the main general meant at such a time.

It was detrimental to the army's morale.

Mi Fang was terrified, his face drained of color, collapsing to the ground with weak legs.

He didn't understand why Guan Yu appeared in Jiangling.

The Jingzhou officials present began to speak up.

"Lord, we have always remained loyal to the Han Dynasty!"

"We only resent Mi Fang for opening the city gates on his own, forcing us to temporarily deal with the traitors of Eastern Wu."

"Please, Lord, understand!"

They altered their positions one after another.

"Guards! Kill them all!"

Sun Huan, furious, was a relative of Sun Quan, rarely ambitious but decisive.

In such a situation, it was clearly unsuitable to continue recruiting these people.

So the only option was to kill.

The armored guards responded and entered.

"Who dares to act?"

A person on horseback seemed to leap down from the moon.

Bang, the floor outside shattered.

It wasn't the horse causing it; it was Aozawa exerting a bit of clever force.

He stood tall on the horse's back, wielding a blade with one hand, his chest-length beard flowing like a heavenly deity descending, causing Eastern Wu's soldiers to stand frozen in place.

"What are you afraid of? He is alone."

Sun Huan shouted, taking the initiative to attack, "Kill him!"

The soldiers reacted, drawing their swords and charging outside.

Aozawa squeezed the horse's abdomen, and the horse quickly charged forward.

He didn't use his superpower, solely utilizing his own strength, brandishing the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

A flash of the white blade light appeared, and heads flew, the airflow from the blade swept up the blood, tracing a bizarre arc in the air.

Aozawa experienced the feeling of unleashing a Musou attack as if in a "Dynasty Warriors" game.

Sun Huan, terrified, felt his courage shatter; he prided himself on being brave and skilled in warfare, but he had never seen someone slice off heads like chopping vegetables so swiftly before.

Is this a fifty-seven-year-old?

"No!"

Sun Huan wanted to retreat.

The blade turned, and his young head was swept by the blood into the sky.

Aozawa seemed unstoppable, charging from the door into the hall.

"Stop your arrogance!"

Han Dang shouted, seizing a spear from a soldier and thrusting it forward fiercely.

Pfu!

From the tip to the middle, the spear was cleaved by the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, followed by Han Dang's head.

"A mere show-off dares speak of bravery."

Aozawa laughed, attacking the group of Eastern Wu generals, none of whom could withstand a single move from him.

In the blink of an eye, the hall was filled with rivers of blood, and heads rolled.

His horse trod through the blood, reaching Mi Fang.

Aozawa looked down at the traitor.

The voice of Guan Yu in the air questioned again: "Did the King of Hanzhong ever treat you ill?"

Mi Fang's pale face quivered as he said: "My lord, I didn't want it that way either; initially, I just wanted to do business, smuggling some weapons.

Originally it could be filled in, who knew you suddenly wanted to go north.

Yunchang, Yunchang!

For the sake of my eldest brother, spare my life, please."

As he spoke, he sobbed while clutching the horse's hooves.

"I will explain to Zi Zhong."

Aozawa beheaded him.

Next to him, Shi Ren witnessed this scene, and without requiring a move, he was so terrified that his liver and gall bladder ruptured, dying as he vomited bile.