Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

I am not defeated?

Zhang Mu silently raised his eyes and looked at the overlord's phantom with a hole in its forehead and its form on the verge of disintegration...

A hint of dissatisfaction arose in his heart.

Brother, are you really that sure?

Mu, it feels like you're about to die!

In Zhang Mu's eyes...

The illusory image of the overlord before them was clearly exhausted and on the verge of dissipating.

finally.

He simply nodded silently, tentatively agreeing with what the other person said.

In martial arts competitions, fists are the only true weapon.

Even though the overlord's phantom that emerged from the black mist portal was in a weakened state, its aura continuously dissipating and weakening...

but.

The terrifying pressure that spread out still surpassed that of the Martial Phase Realm, carrying the awe-inspiring divine might of the imperial way.

If we were to engage in armed conflict with them at this moment...

Zhang Mu had no idea whether he could escape unscathed.

But he knew one thing in his heart.

Guo Jia, his close friend, will most likely be dragged into the abyss of destruction along with this afterimage.

"Where does the Overlord intend to go?" Zhang Mu asked.

When speaking.

His gaze remained fixed on the unclosed black mist portal, constantly on guard against the powerful enemy deep within the portal who had severely injured the Overlord's phantom and was about to follow him out.

"Where to?!"

The phantom of the Overlord, with its double pupils, gazed at the vast sky, its hollow brow radiating a constant stream of spiritual light.

During the process, his body became increasingly illusory.

As a result, even the imperial aura around his body lost its restraint, sweeping across the land like an out-of-control torrent.

The time left for this lingering shadow is running out.

Zhang Mu thought to himself.

If the Overlord's illusory form were intact, it would certainly not be unable to control its own imperial might.

"Buzz!"

A drop of crimson blood floated out from the hollow between the brows of the Overlord's phantom and hovered quietly in front of Zhang Mu.

Within the blood bead, the intense imperial aura surged and churned.

It lacks the usual fishy or muttony smell.

Instead, it is surrounded by an indescribable fragrance.

With just a glance, Zhang Mu knew the origin of this object.

This is the blood of a tyrant.

That is also true.

The blood of the imperial lineage.

He clearly sensed that:

The moment that drop of imperial blood hovered before him, the blood aperture space within his body, which was used to nurture his natal divine weapon, began to violently churn.

Even the blood in the body, which had been stagnant for a long time due to the loss of the heart...

now.

It subtly stirred up a surging wave.

If one refines this blood, one will surely reap an earth-shattering fortune.

After examining the imperial bloodline for a moment, Zhang Mu resolutely looked away.

It wasn't that he didn't covet this opportunity.

Rather, he knew it deeply.

Unsolicited gifts from the world often come with a heavy price, unknowingly imprinted on them.

not to mention.

Instead of giving his precious royal blood to a stranger he had just met, why not use it to repair his own damage?

Zhang Mu had not forgotten.

A being at the Overlord Realm can reassemble their physical body and be reborn with just a drop of essence blood.

Therefore.

Zhang Mu looked at the fading phantom of the Overlord, filled with confusion, wondering what his intention was in doing so.

at the same time.

He also noticed that after losing this drop of primordial royal blood, the Overlord's illusory body became even more ethereal.

The cracks spreading across the body were shocking, as if it would collapse into the world at any moment.

At this time.

The illusory image of the Overlord withdrew its gaze from the distance and turned to look at Zhang Mu, as well as the drop of its own royal blood that had not yet been collected.

Suddenly.

A long sigh echoed slowly from the phantom of the Overlord.

"I am the Overlord, but I am not the Overlord!"

"The owner of this drop of royal blood never died and still exists from countless years ago. How can I, a mere remnant of a spirit, be resurrected?"

The illusory image of the Overlord solved the mystery in Zhang Mu's mind with a single sentence.

These words only made Zhang Mu more confused.

"What does the Overlord mean?" Mu didn't quite understand.

"Could it be that true overlords have never fallen?"

During the questioning.

Zhang Mu was certain of one thing: the illusory image of the Overlord before him could see through his thoughts.

If one does not have the ability to see through people's hearts.

The other party's reply would never have so precisely matched his innermost question.

Faced with Zhang Mu's persistent questioning.

The illusory image of the Overlord stared at him silently for a long time, then suddenly a beam of divine light from his double pupils shot directly into Zhang Mu's eyes.

The divine light was too fast.

Zhang Mu had no time to dodge.

"Kongji!!!"

Guo Jia, who had been quietly observing the conversation between the two, suddenly changed his expression upon seeing this.

Fearing that his close friend would be ambushed by the phantom of the Overlord, he immediately activated the surging ghostly energy within his body, determined to save him at all costs.

however.

The next moment, Guo Jia's movements all froze in mid-air.

No matter how hard he tried to manipulate ghostly energy...

His body, however, seemed to be imprisoned by time and space, unable to move at all.

"I am not a tyrant, but I am a manifestation of the lingering resentment of a tyrant combined with the literary talent of you, my dear friend."

"How could I possibly harm him?"

After speaking calmly to Guo Jia, who was trapped and unable to receive a rescue, the illusory image of the Overlord looked down at the Imperial Weapon, the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, which he had been holding in his palm for a long time.

This remnant of the Overlord's weapon seemed to sense that the lingering will within the Overlord's phantom was about to completely dissipate into the world...

The halberd trembled, emitting mournful cries.

"No need to feel ashamed!"

"I am but a thought destined to vanish into nothingness, not the master you have been waiting for all these long years."

"Let's go back!"

"If your true master wishes to return to the world, his plans for the future still require your assistance and support."

As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory image of the Overlord loosened his grip on the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, returning the imperial weapon to its freedom.

Imperial soldiers hovered in the air.

It circled the phantom of the Overlord endlessly, wailing and unwilling to leave.

Go!

The phantom of the Overlord gently raised its hand towards the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, urging it to travel far away.

"Buzz!"

Lingering for a long time, unwilling to leave, the Imperial Weapon Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd finally tore through the void and disappeared from the sight of the Overlord's phantom and Guo Jia.

The phantom of the Overlord gazed at the slowly closing spatial rift, his form growing increasingly thin.

Having lost the imperial weapon to sustain itself, and having previously experienced a death battle at the imperial level, the Overlord's phantom has reached its final moment.

"One should be born to be an outstanding person!"

"Even in death, he will be a hero!"

"I still think of Xiang Yu..."

"Jiangdong!"

"I have to go back and take a look!"

The illusory image of the Overlord uttered a soft incantation. He glanced at the Imperial Blood floating in the void, then looked at Zhang Mu, who was stunned and rooted to the spot after being met with the divine light of the double pupils...

Then, he moved.

"boom!"

Heaven and earth seemed to sense the fall of an emperor, or perhaps the unseen Dao was intentionally making way for it.

In the void.

A true dragon soars and circles in the sky, the Immortal Emperor's projection rises and falls, and the Black Tortoise paves the way forward.

It begins in the void beneath the feet of the Overlord's phantom.

A myriad of auspicious colors and endless divine radiance intertwined, unfolding a golden avenue that stretched endlessly southwards towards the Yangtze River.

The Great Way is vast and sacred, with no end in sight.

Where the golden light passed.

The cool moonlit night was fully illuminated, and the sky was filled with dazzling stars, as if it were daytime.

Right at this moment.

Within the northern and southern borders of the Great Han Dynasty, countless dormant powerhouses simultaneously sensed that magnificent and unparalleled imperial aura...

Everyone was deeply shaken and looked up at the sky.

"What is that? A golden road, stretching for thousands of miles?"

"Spanning the entire land from north to south... Wait, there seems to be a figure on the great road. Could it be the Emperor himself making his descent into the world?"

"Could it be that in this world, there truly are living martial arts emperors and literary sages?"

Those powerful figures who noticed the anomaly in the moonlight focused their attention on the direction in which the golden road was spreading.

Among them are many martial arts masters and literary grandmasters.

The present era.

The martial arts overlord has long since disappeared, and the sages of literature seem to have vanished.

Everyone longed to see the emperors and sages of our time in person.