Chapter 362: Lü Bu kills Dong Zhuo
Lu Bu struggled to stand up from the pit. Although his body was covered in blood and his armor was torn, his innate aura of a god of war was not diminished at all.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at Dong Zhuo, his eyes burning with a raging desire to fight, as if the heavy blow he had just suffered was just a trivial episode.

Although he didn't know why Dong Zhuo, who was killed by him, Xiang Yu, Li Cunxiao and others a few years ago, was still alive, he just wanted to kill him again.

"Dong Zhuo, you think you can defeat me? Today, I will make you pay a heavy price for your arrogance!" Lu Bu roared.

As Lu Bu roared, his aura suddenly changed. His spiritual power, which had been fading, suddenly burned again like a ignited beacon fire, and it was even more vigorous than before.

The ghost king power in his body was running wildly, and wisps of black mist diffused out from his body, blending with the black mist that filled the surroundings, making him look even more powerful.

Dong Zhuo looked at Lu Bu who had stood up again, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He thought that Lu Bu would be completely defeated by the full-strength attack just now, but he didn't expect this guy to be so tenacious.

But he was a local tyrant after all, and he quickly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and a hideous sneer reappeared on his face.

"Lü Bu, you are just a spent force. Today is the day of your death!" Dong Zhuo said as he once again activated the evil dragon energy in his body.

The black dragon behind him let out a deafening roar, and its huge body circled and danced in the air, driving the surrounding air to form strong airflows, and the sand and stones on the ground were blown everywhere.

Dong Zhuo quickly formed seals with his hands. As he moved, the black dragon's body glowed brightly and then it suddenly rushed towards Lu Bu.

This time, the black dragon was faster than before and its power was even stronger. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be torn into black cracks.

Seeing this, Lu Bu showed no intention of retreating. He raised the Fang Tian Hua Ji high, with the tip of the halberd pointed directly at the black dragon, and the ghost king power in his body poured into the Fang Tian Hua Ji crazily.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst out from the Fang Tian Huaji. In the light, the shadow of a majestic war beast could be seen emerging. It was Lu Bu's guardian spirit, the Red Hare.

"Red Hare, fight alongside me!" Lu Bu shouted, and as he shouted, the shadow of Red Hare gradually merged with his body.

Lu Bu's speed and strength instantly reached a new level. His figure turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the black dragon.

The black dragon and Lu Bu met in the air, and the moment they collided, a loud earth-shaking noise erupted.

A powerful energy wave spread out in all directions with them as the center. The surrounding black fog was instantly dispersed by this force, and huge gullies appeared on the ground, as if they had been torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

In this violent energy impact, both Lu Bu and the Black Dragon suffered varying degrees of damage.

The black dragon's bones were broken in many places, and its huge body was swaying in the air;
Lu Bu was also shocked by the impact and vomited blood, but his eyes remained firm and the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand was tightly held without any looseness.

Dong Zhuo was shocked when he saw this scene. He did not expect that Lu Bu could still burst out with such powerful strength even though he was so seriously injured.

But he did not intend to give up. He knew very well that if he could not defeat Lu Bu completely at this time, even more terrible consequences would be waiting for him.

"Li Ru, give me a hand!" Dong Zhuo turned around and shouted behind him. As he shouted, a black shadow emerged from the darkness. It was Dong Zhuo's military advisor Li Ru.

Li Ru formed seals with his hands and muttered something. A black ball appeared in his hands, emitting a strange light.

Li Ru threw the ball towards Dong Zhuo, who reached out to catch it and then absorbed it into his body.

As the ball merged into Dong Zhuo's body, a huge change occurred. His body began to swell, his muscles bulged, the evil energy in his body became more intense, and his whole body exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Lü Bu, prepare to die!" Dong Zhuo roared and rushed towards Lü Bu again. This time, his speed and strength were several times higher than before, and the Great Demon Burning Heaven Palm in his hand became even more terrifying, with a blazing demonic flame burning in his palm, as if it was going to devour the entire world.

Lu Bu looked at Dong Zhuo who was rushing towards him, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that this would be a battle that would decide life and death.

He took a deep breath and mobilized all the ghost king power in his body, preparing to meet Dong Zhuo's final attack.

Just when Dong Zhuo's Demonic Burning Heaven Palm was about to hit Lu Bu, Lu Bu suddenly moved.

He dodged Dong Zhuo's attack by leaning sideways at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination, and at the same time, the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand pierced Dong Zhuo's chest like a lightning bolt.

Dong Zhuo didn't expect that Lu Bu could react so quickly in such a desperate situation. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The Fang Tian Hua Ji pierced his chest fiercely, the tip of the halberd came out of his back, and blood flowed out along the blade of the halberd.

"You...you actually..." Dong Zhuo widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. His body slowly fell down, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Lu Bu pulled the Fang Tian Hua Ji out of Dong Zhuo's body and looked at Dong Zhuo who was lying on the ground without any joy in his heart.

He paid a heavy price in this battle, but he finally fulfilled his obsession and defeated the powerful opponent.

Dong Hao's legs were trembling as he watched Dong Zhuo's huge body on the ground gradually disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Faint light escaped from the cracks in the body, making the surroundings even more eerie and strange.

His eyes were filled with horror and fear, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably, as if he had not yet recovered from the aftermath of the earth-shaking battle that had just taken place.

Dong Zhuo, the guardian spirit who was once as powerful as a demon in his heart, fell down like this, and his life was extinguished like a candle in the wind. This scene was undoubtedly devastating to Dong Hao.

With trembling hands, he carefully collected the black gas that Dong Zhuo had transformed into, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The black air surged in his palm, emitting wisps of chill, corroding his skin, but also igniting the flame of greed in his heart.

In his opinion, this black gas might be hiding the secret of Dong Zhuo's powerful strength during his lifetime. If he could make use of it, maybe he could once again become a feared strong man in Zhenhun Street.

After collecting the black energy, Dong Hao didn't even dare to turn his head, and ran away into the distance. His steps were staggering and panic, and the dust raised by his feet seemed to cover his escape.

At this moment, the exhausted Diao Lingyun and Lu Bu were immersed in their own states. Diao Lingyun collapsed to the ground, breathing rapidly, exuding a weak aura, and was unable to distract herself from Dong Hao's movements.
Lu Bu knelt on one knee, supporting his shaky body with his Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixed with blood. His eyes were focused on adjusting the disordered spiritual power in his body, and he had no time to pay attention to everything around him.

This gave Dong Hao a perfect opportunity to escape. He ran for his life with only one thought in his mind - run as far away as possible, away from this terrible battlefield and away from these two powerful men who frightened him.

Dong Hao shuttled through the winding streets and alleys, and the houses and dead trees along the way quickly receded from his sight.

The sound of the wind whistling in his ears was like Dong Zhuo's unwilling roar before his death, which made his back shiver.

He didn't know how long he ran until his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and his lungs felt like they were about to explode. He finally stopped in a dilapidated abandoned courtyard.

He leaned against the moss-covered wall, breathing heavily, and looked around in shock. After making sure it was temporarily safe, he slowly collapsed to the ground, tightly grasping the ball of black air containing Dong Zhuo's power in his hand, with a complex and incomprehensible light flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)