[Ding! How can an insignificant nobody survive these chaotic times and defy fate?]
On the night the Yellow Turbans were wrapped in burial shrouds, a faint glow rose from Lin Mo's fingertips amid a pool of blood.
He stole the Azure Dragon Martial Saint's power and seized the peerless Tiger General's body. While the warlords were still battling for supremacy in the Central Plains, he was already reaping the souls of the fallen, turning Lu Bu's [Demonic God Halberd Arts] and Zhuge Liang's [Eight-Formation Diagram] into entries in his collection.
“Guan Yu, who warmed wine before beheading Hua Xiong, do you recognize the shattered Martial Saint entry you once possessed?” In the shadows, the youth, whose collection had grown to a hundred entries, aimed his blade at the storm-lashed heavens.
He played a game of chess among the stars with the Crouching Dragon and danced through schemes of power with Zhang Liao. Amid the blood-red blade light in which Xiahou Yuan burned through the eight directions, watch as the lowly foot soldier Lin Mo uses corpses as stepping stones and takes the world into his hands!
You think too highly of the Yellow Turban Army. The protagonist was blocked and surrounded all the way while escaping. All the Yellow Turban generals mentioned are almost complete.