Fantasy Three Kingdoms: Starting from the Sweep of Shuhan

Name: Fantasy Three Kingdoms: Starting from the Sweep of Shuhan
Author: Prayer

by Prayer

ongoing Xuanhuan Eastern Fantasy Male Lead

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The great Han lost his deer, and the whole world chased him away. Liu Feng went through a whole life and was reborn in a big dream. He saw the end of his fate with a pillow on his bed. In his last life, he became Liu Bei's abandoned son, refused to send troops to rescue Guan Yu, lost Shangyong, was sentenced to death by Liu Bei, and died with hatred; in this life, he returned with overwhelming hatred, and relied on the dynasty's luck in his body to embark on the road to enlightenment and competition! Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhuge Liang-all were reborn. They want to repeat the hegemony of the Shu Han Dynasty, but they don't know that the young man in front of them is no longer the puppet they have at their mercy. Death, reputation, and no bones were left. This was the fate determined by heaven, and it was also an ending he would never accept. To survive, to compete in this troubled world, to save this devastated world. He picked up his gun and set out on the road, taking bones every step of the way and mountains and rivers along the way. At that time, all the heroes rose together, and the star master rose and fell. Cao Mengde held the emperor hostage and commanded the princes, Sun Zhongmou occupied the east of the Yangtze River and watched the world, and Liu Bei occupied the middle of Shu and commanded the heroes. Faced with all this, Liu Feng stood in the middle of the troubled times, looking up to the sky and shouting: Princes, generals and ministers, would you rather have the seed? Liu Bei can be established, Cao Cao can dominate, Sun Quan can be king, and I, Liu Feng, have nothing to fear? There is evil in the rivers and lakes, hunger in the mountains and plains, luxury in the temples, and all living beings are like ants, living in the cracks. I don't worship immortals, I don't worship gods, I don't believe in fate, and I don't kneel to heaven. Since there is no peace in troubled times, we must level it with iron hoofs. One day, I will trample my iron hooves across the Central Plains, pointing my spear directly at the fairy sky...