The air on the hill was still thick with tension, even though the clash of steel had ceased. The metallic tang of blood evaporating from the dusty ground mixed with the savory scent of leftover KFC fried chicken bones Jo Fan had just been chewing on.Down below, the Coalition forces were still roaring like madmen. They celebrated the God of War’s retreat as if they’d just won a world war. Victory horns blared, one after another.Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei ascended the hill, approaching Jo Fan. The three historical titans were still catching their breath. Their armor was dented, their horses wheezing and caked in blood, but their eyes were ablaze.“Hahahaha! Did you see that, Advisor Jo?!” Zhang Fei’s laughter boomed as he slapped his own wound-covered chest. “That three-surnamed slave ran off with his tail between his legs! If Second Brother hadn't interfered, I would’ve turned his chest into a shish kebab!”“Third Brother, don’t be arrogant. Your hands were trembling trying to b