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

The emperor's avatar wielding the Panlong Emperor's Staff did not directly attack Liu Zhao, the emperor of the imperial realm, but instead set up a formation.

He closed his eyes slightly, his mind sinking into the boundless East Sea below.

Not long after.

The vast ocean has accumulated countless years of spiritual energy, which seems to have been seized by an invisible hand and surges wildly upwards from the depths of the sea.

That was not a simple gathering of spiritual energy.

Instead, under the control of the emperor's avatar wielding the Panlong Emperor Staff, it condensed into solid chains of spiritual energy, piercing through the void and weaving into a sky-covering net between heaven and earth.

The Net Formation is complete.

This completely isolated the battlefield between Emperor Liu Zhao and Zhang Mu from the outside world, turning it into a sealed space independent of the universe.

Not only do those chains flow with a continuous stream of spiritual energy, but they also bear the imperial laws that this emperor embodies.

He himself is the sole core of this sealed space, like the lock of this iron cage, controlling the opening and closing of this sealed space!

The implication is all too clear.

If Liu Zhaoruo, the Emperor of the Imperial Realm, wanted to find a glimmer of hope amidst the siege of these four beings of the same realm, and break through this sealed space to escape...

His first task is to...

It is to kill this incarnation of the emperor who wields the Panlong Emperor's Staff!

otherwise.

He will be trapped here forever, like a turtle in a jar.

"You bastard! How dare you!!!"

Liu Zhao's roar was like that of a lion driven to the brink of despair, its mane bristling with rage.

As the emperor of the Han dynasty, a supreme being in the imperial realm, when had he ever suffered such humiliation of being treated as prey and hunted?

however.

Just as his mind was caught up in this sudden predicament, and he momentarily lost focus...

A deadly threat has already arrived.

"Bang!"

A deep, thunderous roar exploded behind Liu Zhao.

His imperial body suddenly lurched forward, staggering and unsteady.

A mouthful of royal blood, along with fragments of internal organs, sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth, turning into a bloody mist in mid-air.

The one who made the move was Empress Longbei.

With a slight lift of her delicate hand, the terrifying power of the wordless dragon stele not only severely injured the body of this Han emperor, but also shattered his imperial hair, a symbol of majesty and nobility.

At this moment, Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and his imperial aura was in complete disarray. His magnificent imperial crown was also stained with blood.

Compared to his initial appearance, which was that of a deity descending from the heavens, exuding an awe-inspiring and unapproachable majesty...

He was completely unrecognizable, utterly disheveled.

"How dare you?!"

Upon hearing the threat from Emperor Liu Zhao, the Emperor Realm's Son of Heaven, the avatar wielding the Panlong Emperor Staff glanced at Liu Zhao indifferently.

"To end the chaos and establish the imperial dynasty of China."

"What wouldn't I dare to do!"

"Fellow Daoists..."

As he spoke, the emperor avatar wielding the Panlong Emperor Staff looked at the Dragon Stele Empress and the Emperor Sword Emperor, announcing Liu Zhao's fate.

"Kill this scoundrel immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, he made the first move!

Without any unnecessary frills or probing moves, he directly tore through the void with the Panlong Emperor Staff in his hand and lashed it down at Emperor Liu Zhao!

The Panlong Emperor's Staff has not yet arrived.

That overwhelming imperial aura had already distorted the space inch by inch, causing it to groan in agony under its unbearable weight.

In the blink of an eye, the imperial staff that seemed capable of piercing through the netherworld arrived in front of Liu Zhao.

As fellow powerful figures of the imperial path, Liu Zhao naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death.

Despite his surprise, he remained calm. The imperial dragon sword in his hand emitted a high-pitched dragon roar as he held it horizontally in front of him.

With the infusion of imperial power, the dragon sword shone brightly, directly blocking the path of the imperial staff.

Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm was confident:

As a divine weapon of the imperial path, his Dragon Sword is by no means inferior to any other weapon!

however.

Just as the two imperial weapons were about to clash, Liu Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of horror appeared on his face!

He discovered.

The incomparably powerful Panlong Emperor Staff in front of us has actually disappeared!

Instead, nine supreme black dragons, baring their fangs and roaring, pounced upon them!

Each black dragon was ferocious and awe-inspiring.

As the dragon claw tore through the void, it emitted an imperial aura that was far more ferocious, ancient, and chilling than the Emperor's Staff itself.

"A mere imperial weapon, and you dare to make such a fuss!"

Liu Zhao forced down his shock and let out a cold snort.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword energy of the Dragon Sword burst forth, simultaneously transforming into nine true sword energy dragons, each one incomparably sharp, its sword energy crisscrossing fiercely as it met the nine supreme black dragons head-on.

But very quickly.

The cruel reality slapped this emperor of the imperial realm hard across the face.

The Nine Dragons Supreme Black Dragon and the Nine Sword Qi True Dragons collided with a deafening roar!

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling light.

There is only one kind of silent, overwhelming engulfment!

Liu Zhao looked on in horror.

The nine true dragons formed from the sword energy of his own dragon sword were instantly crushed and devoured by the nine supreme black dragons the moment they came into contact with them, just like ice and snow thrown into a furnace.

It transformed into wisps of sword energy and vanished without a trace, without even causing a ripple!

He didn't even have time to unleash his second killing move.

The nine supreme black dragons had already coiled around the dragon sword and climbed up, quickly binding his arms along the blade and wrapping around his upper body.

That terrifying devouring power made him feel that his imperial magic power was being frantically sucked away by an inexplicable force at all times!

"roll!"

Liu Zhao looked furious.

As the emperor of the Han dynasty, he could accept being defeated by someone of equal standing.

But his inner pride absolutely could not accept that he would be controlled by an enemy's weapon.

This is a disgrace more unbearable than death!

With a roar that shook the heavens, the immense imperial power within Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm poured out like a flood, attempting to shake off the nine supreme black dragons that were binding him.

What made his heart pound, and even filled him with a sense of fear, was...

No matter how much he erupted and struggled.

When those world-destroying powers touched the nine supreme black dragons, they were completely absorbed by them, like mud oxen sinking into the sea.

It was at this very moment.

Emperor Liu Zhaocai of the Imperial Realm finally saw the truth!

What was entangled with him was neither the Nine-Headed Supreme Black Dragon nor the Coiled Dragon Staff Soldier.

They were clearly nine white bones, radiating a chilling imperial aura and as clear as jade!

Within each bone lies the remnant soul of a powerful being who was almost at his level.

After being refined, those remnant souls were sealed inside, howling and struggling, and finally transformed into the purest ferocious energy, which was driven by the Panlong Emperor Staff, the imperial weapon!

In other words!

What Liu Zhao was facing was not some so-called weapon or imperial weapon at all!

Instead, it is a living, royal-level weapon forged from the bones of nine fallen quasi-emperor level experts after they were fused together!

Only such vicious and ruthless weapons, forged from the blood and bones of emperors...

Only then could they devour and absorb the power he unleashed, putting him in such a dilemma, trapped in a predicament where his power was being gradually eroded!

"Did you finally find it?"

As the embodiment of the Emperor's Way, the holder of the Panlong Emperor Staff, he gazed at Liu Zhao, the Emperor Realm Son of Heaven, who was bound by nine supreme black dragons and unable to move. He spoke softly, his tone heavy with sorrow.

"In the era I live in, there is no peace in the world."

"When scoundrels become kings, the land is in turmoil, and the people cry out in despair in the wilderness."

"Kings, nobles, generals, and ministers act arrogantly and domineeringly, while the common people live like pigs and dogs, their lives as worthless as grass."

"If we don't forge the bones of those emperors who wielded absolute power and harmed the common people during chaotic times into deadly weapons to deter those with treacherous ambitions..."

"What is called peace, what is called a golden age."

"It's just wishful thinking, a bubble that could burst at any moment."

"A peaceful year is a long way off."

As he spoke, the emperor's avatar did not make another move.

It's not that he lacked the capacity, but rather that it was no longer necessary.

because.

Another incarnation of the Emperor Sword Sovereign has moved!

The Emperor Sword in his hand was silent, yet it carried a judgmental will as it slashed at the head of Liu Zhao, the Emperor Realm Emperor who was imprisoned in place by nine supreme black dragons!

The sword light was not dazzling.

Yet it seems to be able to sever cause and effect, and sever destiny!

Meanwhile, a jet-black halberd had already locked onto Liu Zhao's heart.

Zhang Mu also made a move.

Feeling the biting chill at the back of his head, and the murderous intent in his heart that could annihilate everything...

For the first and last time, a genuine look of panic appeared on Emperor Liu Zhao's face.

It is true that beings in the Royal Realm can be resurrected with a drop of blood and have their bodies reshaped.

However, that is under the condition that there is no intervention from a strong opponent of the same level.

He is now facing four beings of the same realm.

Once he suffers such a fatal blow, how could the other side give him any chance to catch his breath?

During the time it took for him to reshape his body with his blood, Zhang Mu and the others had enough time to completely destroy the life force and imperial laws within him, and then refine him to death on the spot.

"No!!!"

Facing imminent death, Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm let out a hysterical roar.

The voice was filled with resentment, anger, and bitterness towards everything before him.

"I am the emperor! How could I die at the hands of a mere wretch like you!"

The last moments of life.

Liu Zhao's eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred as he stared intently at Zhang Mu.

That gaze seemed to want to etch Zhang Mu's face into the deepest part of his soul, turning it into an eternal curse.

His tone had lost the majesty and demeanor of an emperor, the composure and superiority of a sovereign.

All that remained was the grief, anger, and resentment of a wild beast before its death!

"boom!!!"

next moment.

The dazzling sword light and the domineering halberd light arrived at the same time.

Two immense imperial powers, powerful enough to destroy the world, instantly engulfed the place where Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm stood.

His imperial body exploded on the spot!

Royal bones and blood scattered everywhere, staining the isolated space sealed by spiritual energy chains, turning it into a blood-red domain.

However, even having fallen to such a state...

The imperial aura belonging to Liu Zhao stubbornly refused to dissipate.

Under Zhang Mu's solemn gaze.

The splashed blood of the emperor seemed to come alive and began to flow back.

The shattered fragments of the royal bones began to piece together and reshape themselves under the pull of some force.

Both are converging towards a common destination.

It is no exaggeration to say that the imperial realm is difficult to kill.

Even if Liu Zhao in front of me is just a Han emperor who has entered the imperial realm by taking advantage of the dynasty's fortune and the dragon's aura.

But its vitality is far more tenacious than imagined.

Faced with this scene.

Just as Zhang Mu frowned slightly, preparing to strike again and use swift and decisive methods to extinguish the immense life force contained within those drops of blood and bone…

The Dragon Stele Empress has stepped forward.

The breathtaking scene of petals falling in profusion has reappeared.

Each petal, seemingly delicate yet imbued with a certain law of annihilation, seemed to possess a spirit, finding every drop of bone and blood that Liu Zhao, the Emperor of the Imperial Realm, had shattered.

The petals turned a vibrant crimson the moment they came into contact with the emperor's essence blood, as if they had drunk their fill of the emperor's life essence.

Meanwhile.

The imperial aura belonging to Liu Zhao was being extinguished and dissipated at a clearly perceptible speed!

At most, a dozen or so breaths.

This once arrogant and invincible emperor will be completely erased from all traces of his existence and cease to exist in the world.

"Ugh!"

Just as Liu Zhao's life force was about to be completely extinguished, with only a clump of imperial blood the size of a fingertip remaining in this sealed space...

Suddenly, a long and drawn-out sigh echoed in the surrounding void.

The sigh seemed to transcend time and space.

It carried a sense of helplessness, regret, and undeniable authority.

A shocking change suddenly occurred!

The sealed space, created by the Panlong Emperor Staff's incarnation using chains of spiritual energy, was suddenly torn open from the outside, like a fragile piece of cloth.

A huge hand, seemingly cast in gold, reached in from the outside.

The giant hand ignored the remaining imperial laws within the sealed space and directly grasped the last bit of Liu Zhao's original imperial blood.

Faced with this sudden change...

Zhang Mu, along with his three emperor avatars, did not hesitate and almost instinctively unleashed the strongest attacks they could muster at that moment!

"boom!!!"

Four imperial powers, each capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, collided and erupted within the confined space.

The terrifying energy storm not only instantly shattered the golden hand that had suddenly reached in, but also completely destroyed the already crumbling sealed space, turning it into dust.

Space fragments danced like snowflakes, and energy storms raged in all directions, causing upheaval in the East China Sea, with towering waves rising into the sky.

Once back in the airspace above the East China Sea.

Zhang Mu's eyes flashed like two cold lightning bolts, fixing on a figure not far away.

The figure was identical to that of Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm.

They were all wearing imperial crowns that only the emperor of the Han dynasty could wear, and their bodies exuded a strong imperial aura.

but.

Unlike Liu Zhao, who only possessed the imperial weapon, the Dragon Sword.

Above the head of the emperor who appeared later, a spectacular sight that shook the ages was presented.

An omen of the simultaneous clang of imperial seals and swords!

An ancient and imposing imperial seal and a crimson imperial sword hovered and resonated above it.

The newcomer exuded an imperial aura that surpassed even that of Emperor Liu Zhao at his peak.

now.

Before this visitor, a mass of primordial imperial blood belonging to Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm was slowly suspending in the air.

Clearly, in that earth-shattering clash just now, it managed to survive the siege of the four emperors using some unknown supernatural power.

"Zhang Mu!"

The person who had preserved Liu Zhao's remaining imperial bloodline spoke up and directly mentioned Zhang Mu's name.

His gaze was calm as he looked at Zhang Mu, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well, carrying a wisdom and majesty that seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of life.

"If you kill Liu Zhao..."

"From now on, you and the lineage of Emperor Guangwu will truly be locked in a life-or-death struggle."