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

The black-robed old man's sudden appearance startled everyone present.

It is an incredible miracle that an old Taoist priest who is only at the Dao Sect level can walk safely in this realm where the imperial path is vying for supremacy.

Unfortunately, the old Taoist priest was completely oblivious to this and continued to nag and try to reconcile them.

"Gentlemen!"

"Why resort to fighting and killing? Can't we sit down and resolve things calmly?"

however.

His untimely advice was like a cold needle piercing the last vestige of dignity of Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm.

"Shut up!"

A furious shout, as loud as thunder from the heavens, interrupted the old Taoist's incessant chatter.

The source of the sound.

It was Liu Zhao, the Emperor of the Realm, who was struggling to repair his imperial body, despite having half a broken body.

At this moment, flames of humiliation and rage burned in Liu Zhao's golden eyes.

He, the mighty Emperor of the Han Dynasty, wielding imperial power and looking down upon all living beings, when did he ever need to beg for survival from an insignificant old Taoist priest?

This is an absolute disgrace!

"Things like ants!"

A trickle of golden imperial blood spilled from the corner of Emperor Liu Zhao's mouth, his tone chilling and icy.

"Does my life need your intervention?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you even deserve it?"

As he spoke, he frantically channeled the Imperial Dragon Qi within his body to repair his damaged form.

however.

Just as Liu Zhao finished speaking...

The void behind him, shrouded in his own imperial aura, suddenly rippled like water.

There was no warning whatsoever.

An ancient, nine-section staff emerged from the void.

The nine-section staff was made of neither gold nor wood, and nine ancient and mysterious seal characters were engraved on its shaft.

If it hadn't emerged from the void, this nine-section staff could have been described as ordinary and simple.

but.

This seemingly ordinary nine-section staff, with incredible speed, pierced the back of Emperor Liu Zhao's head like a silent blade in the instant before he could even react.

"puff!"

A dull thud was followed by the sound of bones cracking.

The nine-section staff pierced through the back of Emperor Liu Zhao's head, penetrating his skull and protruding from his forehead.

Crimson blood tinged with gold slid down the staff and dripped onto the three volumes of celestial books that had appeared out of nowhere, exuding an ethereal and mysterious aura.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The angry expression on Emperor Liu Zhao's face froze instantly.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He then felt an indescribable suction force emanating from the depths of his soul, bursting forth from the nine-section staff.

"Buzz!"

next moment.

At each joint of the nine-section staff, nine ancient seal characters, "冀", "兖", "青", "徐", "扬", "荆", "豫", "梁", and "雍", shimmered with brilliant light.

The first one to light up.

It is the character "冀" at the top of the staff, closest to the skull of Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm.

The moment that ancient character lit up, the entire nine-section staff seemed to come alive.

It was no longer an inanimate object, but rather transformed into a greedy, all-consuming, primordial beast.

A terrifying suction force, a thousand times stronger than before, surged wildly from the Nine-Section Staff, directly penetrating the remaining imperial dragon energy and vast life essence within Emperor Liu Zhao's body.

"what!"

Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm let out a piercing scream.

He felt as if every inch of his flesh and blood was being seized by an invisible force.

The royal body, which had just been working hard to repair itself, was now not only unable to continue to be repaired, but was being frantically drained by the nine-section staff like a flood that had burst its banks!

The imperial dragon energy within him, his vitality, and his boundless life force, enough to sustain him for countless years, were all rapidly fading away, like a lit candle.

"What...what is this?!"

Emperor Liu Zhao's eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

He could sense that this nine-section staff was a natural nemesis for powerful cultivators like them who cultivated the Imperial Dragon Qi.

"Ancestor...save me!"

Liu Zhao panicked completely.

He could no longer care about the dignity of an emperor or the pleas of an ant, and with his last strength, he cried out for help to Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi beside him.

But the moment he uttered those words...

The three ethereal celestial books, suspended in the void, also emitted a dazzling light at the same time.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled once more.

The three volumes of celestial books unfolded like three celestial curtains, each evolving into mysterious and unpredictable runes and patterns, weaving together to form an invisible barrier that instantly separated Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm from Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi!

The three volumes of the Heavenly Book were interconnected, forming a unique array that directly engulfed Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm, drawing him into the self-contained microcosm within the Heavenly Book for refinement.

"Liu Zhao! Before heaven and earth, all are but ants!"

"Who are you!"

"The old Taoist priest is one of them!"

"This applies to people throughout history!"

Following the appearance of the black-robed old man who had tried to mediate, another old man from the Taoist sect, dressed in a dark blue mixed-element Taoist robe and with a yellow cloth tied around his head, emerged from the sky above the East China Sea.

He did not exude any powerful aura.

But the moment he appeared, even the heavens and earth seemed to feel a sense of awe towards him.

The visitor was none other than Zhang Jiao, the Heavenly General.

After Zhang Jiao appeared, he did not immediately pay attention to Liu Zhao, the Emperor Realm Emperor who was being refined by the Nine-Section Staff and the Heavenly Book, as if it were just a trivial matter in his eyes.

Instead, he smiled and nodded to Zhang Mu first.

"Young friend Gongzhi, we meet again."

Zhang Jiao's voice was very calm, like an old farmer chatting casually on the edge of a field.

"It's only been two or three days since we parted ways in Luoyang, I never imagined that my young friend would cause such a commotion."

Looking at the smiling old Taoist priest with the bull-nose in front of him, and then at his casual way of killing a royal emperor, Zhang Mu's lips twitched involuntarily.

"really!"

Zhang Mu rolled his eyes, and the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished.

"You old Taoist priest, you've probably already reached the Dao Venerable Realm, which is comparable to the Emperor and Sage, haven't you?"

If Zhang Jiao were not at the Dao Venerable Realm, there would be no way to explain why Zhang Mu, even though his literary and martial arts cultivation had simultaneously reached the Martial Aspect Realm and the Grandmaster Realm, still looked at Zhang Jiao as if he were seeing flowers through a fog.

There's no explanation for that either...

Where does this Zhang cult leader get the audacity to launch a rebellion next year and invite the great man to his death?

Even Zhang Mu couldn't help but suspect...

The scene a few days ago where Zhang Jiao in Luodu vomited blood due to his reckless predictions about destiny was entirely a self-inflicted spectacle.

What legitimate Dao Venerable Realm expert could possibly make themselves vomit blood from fortune-telling?

Upon hearing Zhang Mu's complaint, Zhang Jiao smiled, neither refuting nor nodding in acknowledgment that he was a Dao Venerable.

While glancing at Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi, who had not yet made a move, and the black-robed old Taoist priest who was trying to mediate, he quietly stepped into the void and came to Zhang Mu's side.

"Young friend Gongzhi, look..."

Zhang Jiao's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Should we keep them all, or...?"

He paused, his tone as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter, but the words he uttered were filled with murderous intent.

"Kill them all?"

The moment those three words were uttered, they reverberated like thunder across the East China Sea.

The black-robed old Taoist priest, who had originally intended to mediate, was so frightened by these words that he jumped back in mid-air and almost fell down.

"Fellow Daoist, you mustn't!"

The old Taoist priest's face was pale, and his voice trembled.

"We Taoists emphasize cultivating our minds and character, quietly reciting the Yellow Court Classic. How can you speak of killing at the drop of a hat?"

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable, I am so sorry, so sorry!"

He wanted to persuade him again.

But when Zhang Jiao's seemingly calm, yet in fact abyss-like cold gaze swept over me...

The old Taoist priest in black robes suddenly felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he swallowed back all the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He had a strong premonition.

If he continued talking, he feared he would be the next to die.

but.

Unlike the pragmatic old Taoist priest in black robes.

Despite Zhang Jiao's undisguised murderous intent and threat, Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi remained unmoved.

Hearing the cry for help from Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm coming from the Heavenly Book Space, Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi's gaze turned into two cold beams and fell on Zhang Jiao.

He spoke calmly, "After killing Liu Zhao, can your Daoist lineage withstand the purge by the Guangwu lineage?"

"I admit, you are very strong."

King Seonjo's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were stating a fact.

"You could even say that..."

"You have come a long way on the path to the Dao Venerable Realm."

"But further away..."

"Your strength is only comparable to that of Wang Mang, who usurped the Han throne in the past."

Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi mentioned Wang Mang in his words.

That legendary figure who once overthrew the Han Dynasty, established a new dynasty, but ultimately perished.

"If this provokes that person to take action..."

"Unless one of your Daoist ancestors casts a glance from countless ages ago and personally intervenes, no one can protect you."

"Heh heh, Wang Mang's skull has already become that person's collection, I've already foreseen it..."

King Seonjo Liu Bingyi's words carried a profound warning.

"Your skull will also be displayed there."

After speaking, Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi glanced at Liu Zhao, the Emperor of the Imperial Realm, who was being targeted by the three volumes of Heavenly Books and the Nine-Section Staff of the Daoist Army.

At this moment, Liu Zhao had lost all trace of imperial majesty!

His severed body was no longer human; all his flesh and essence had been devoured by the Nine-Section Staff, leaving only a semi-transparent skeleton floating in the Heavenly Book space.

The soul flame of Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm could be extinguished at any moment.

His life force had become extremely weak, and he was in a state of near extinction.

Even after witnessing this scene, Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi never made a move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save them, but that he couldn't.

Because he noticed.

Although Zhang Mu stood there seemingly casually, his body was already faintly connected to the aura of the three emperor incarnations, and a terrifying killing intent had firmly locked onto him.

If he makes a move at this time...

He will inevitably be met with Zhang Mu's long-awaited thunderous strike.

At that time.

Not only will Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm be unable to protect himself, but he himself may also perish here.

His presence here was solely at the behest of an ancient being from the Guangwu lineage, who sent him to offer assistance.

As fellow emperors of the Han dynasty, his lineage and that of Emperor Guangwu were not so close that he would risk his own life to save a descendant.

not to mention……

Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi recalled how Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm had recklessly seized the imperial dragon energy within the Imperial Seal, causing the current Han emperor to faint and vomit blood...

Disliking Liu Zhao's actions, he became even more determined in his heart to believe that "a gentleman does not come to the rescue."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon hearing Liu Bingyi's words, Zhang Jiao showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he looked up and let out a deafening laugh.

The laughter was filled with contempt for fate and a determination to face any challenge.

"Today we pacify Liu Zhao, tomorrow we will pacify Guangwu along the way!"

Zhang Jiao's eyes flashed with divine light, and his voice was like the clash of metal and stone, resolute and decisive.

"The path of the old Taoist is fraught with thorns and mountains of corpses and seas of blood; I will never turn back."

"But you, Liu Bingyi..."

Zhang Jiao's voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"What you should be more worried about now is whether you can escape unscathed today!"

Zhang Jiao had barely finished speaking when, before he could even make a move against Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi…

Within the three volumes of the Heavenly Book, an indescribable sorrow swept out like a tide!

This sorrow is the sorrow of heaven and earth, the sorrow of the fall of an emperor!

Heaven and earth are moved!

"Boom!"

The clear sky was instantly shrouded in a thick layer of blood-red clouds.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began!

That was a rain of blood!

It is the lament shed by heaven and earth for the fallen emperor!

The crimson rain of blood stained the entire East China Sea.

Beneath the vast sky over the East China Sea, a terrifying and strange phenomenon slowly emerged.

It was a headless, golden dragon whose body stretched across the sky for countless miles.

At this moment, its dragon body was shattered, its dragon blood was spilled, and its dragon soul dissipated, filled with endless desolation and sorrow.

A true dragon lies in its corpse!

This is the most extreme phenomenon signifying the complete fall of an emperor!

No need to say it explicitly.

Everyone knows that Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm is completely dead.

"well……"

Faced with the sorrowful scene of heaven and earth, Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi let out a long and deep sigh, just as he had when he was first born.

His face showed no anger, no sadness, not even the slightest ripple of emotion.

The emperors of the Guangwu lineage acted in extreme ways, which were contrary to the natural order, so he was not surprised by their fate.

Knowing that there was no point in him staying any longer, Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi had a thought, and the seal sword above his head opened up a spatial rift.

After giving Zhang Mu, who had left a deep impression on him, he turned and walked in.

Seeing this, how could Zhang Jiao give up?

"Trying to leave?!"

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Jiao's eyes!

How could he let Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi leave so easily?

If we can kill another Han emperor here today, it will be enough to weaken the foundation of the Han dynasty again, greatly reducing the burden on him to start a rebellion next year!

"Stay here!"

Zhang Jiao shouted loudly.

The three volumes of the Heavenly Book that had just been refined by Emperor Liu Zhao, along with the Nine-Section Staff that had absorbed a massive amount of Imperial Dragon Qi, simultaneously erupted with boundless light, intertwining into a terrifying torrent of laws that blasted towards the closing spatial rift.

Zhang Jiao wanted to destroy the spatial rift and leave Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi here.

however.

Just as the terrifying torrent of laws was about to touch the spatial rift...

"Buzz!"

The westernmost part of the Han territory.

Suddenly, several strands of imperial killing intent, powerful enough to make the sun, moon, and stars tremble, traversed endless time and space.