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

Becoming a Holy Son of the Holy Church means that even if the imperial army launches a campaign against you, you can save your life.

Although the "young" Taoist priest in front of him, who was acquainted with his mother, did not explicitly state the name of the Holy Sect he was referring to, Liu Bei subconsciously thought of those people with yellow turbans around Zhuojun who often distributed talismanic water and porridge to the poor.

Can those people really withstand the onslaught of the imperial army?

and.

Liu Bei glanced subtly at the young Zhang Jiao, not forgetting the conversation his mother had with him earlier.

This person delivered his baby, and then suddenly offered a helping hand when he was in trouble, making it hard for him not to have other thoughts.

Liu Bei, whose peaceful life of more than twenty years had been suddenly disrupted by Zuo Feng, was also afraid that he had just escaped one tiger's den and was now entering another pack of wolves.

after all.

The mere thought of a "Holy Religion" that dares to declare itself an enemy of the imperial court is terrifying.

The young Zhang Jiao watched Liu Bei hesitate, but he did not urge him on.

It's not a business that's rushed.

Only when Liu Bei voluntarily joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion could the Holy Rebellion inflict a devastating blow on the Han dynasty in the struggle between the Holy Rebellion and the fate of the Han dynasty.

Beside him, Liu's mother and Jian Yong, the two people closest to Liu Bei in his life, watched the silent Liu Bei without offering any advice to their son (his childhood friend).

It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but their minds were in complete turmoil. The shock they felt today was no less than that of Liu Bei.

"Master, I only have one last question now!"

After some internal deliberation, Liu Bei suddenly looked up and met the eyes of the young Zhang Jiao, his face filled with determination.

"If I were to join the holy sect you speak of, Master, and become its holy son, would I truly be able to protect him..."

Liu Bei looked at the people around him and the many fellow villagers within the barrier under the large mulberry tree, "Our plan?"

Although Zhang Jiao, in his youthful form, had given him a guarantee beforehand, Liu Bei still wanted to confirm it again.

It concerns a crucial decision about his future, so he cannot afford to be careless.

"Oh!"

"Looks like you don't trust me unless I show you some strength!"

As the young Zhang Jiao spoke and laughed, a powerful aura emanated from him.

In an instant, the young Zhang Jiao displayed an aura comparable to that of a Daoist master at the Emperor level, which he then poured into Liu Bei under his exquisite control.

Faced with the aura of a Dao Venerable, how could Liu Bei possibly withstand it in his current state?

At this moment, he felt as if he were a tiny ant, and above his head, the sky was pressing down on him.

Liu Bei tried to resist this terrifying aura, but his body was trembling uncontrollably, and his knees gradually bent down.

"Just by virtue of his power..."

Liu Bei's pupils trembled slightly as he secretly assessed the strength of the young Zhang Jiao. "Could this Daoist's strength have reached the Dao Sect realm, capable of fighting against Martial Phase and Grandmaster realms?"

Liu Bei suddenly thought of Lu Zhi, his former teacher, and secretly compared his aura with that of the Taoist priest in front of him.

It's better not to compare.

Upon comparison, Liu Bei discovered with despair:

It seems that even his teacher Lu Zhi, whose literary cultivation had reached the level of a grandmaster, was far inferior to this person.

So, what level of cultivation has this person reached?

Liu Bei didn't dare to think about the legendary Daoist Master realm, which was said to be even higher.

In this world where emperors and sages rarely appear, Liu Bei was not naive enough to believe that his trivial matter could alarm such beings.

however.

As if he had seen through Liu Bei's thoughts, the young Zhang Jiao's lips curled into a smile.

"Someone like your teacher Lu Zhi, I could slap ten of them to death with one slap."

"Back when I delivered you, I was already at the Dao Sect realm. Now, do you want to guess what realm I'm at now?"

The young Zhang Jiao suddenly spoke, and the message he revealed made Liu Bei's body tremble violently.

Daoist Master!!!

hiss!

The Taoist priest in front of them was actually the legendary Taoist Venerable.

Liu Bei completely lost control of his facial expression, which turned into an undisguised shock.

It was precisely because of this momentary relaxation that he, who was struggling to resist the young man Zhang Jiao's imposing aura, suddenly had his knees buckle and was about to kneel on the ground.

But just as Liu Bei's knees were about to hit the ground...

Liu Bei suddenly felt the terrifying aura that had been exerted on him disappear, and a gentle force lifted him up.

At this moment, the voice of the young Zhang Jiao rang in Liu Bei's ears again.

"Liu Bei!"

The young Zhang Jiao no longer addressed him as "boy," but instead asked seriously, "Have you thought about how to make your choice?"

A choice? Is there even a need to make a choice?

Liu Bei glanced silently at Zhang Jiao, a young man whose strength was most likely at the Dao Venerable Realm, and immediately made a decision.

"Master Meng did not abandon me..."

"Prepare."

"I am willing to join the sacred sect spoken of by the Taoist priest!"

Faced with the choice between the emperor of Luodu, who threatened his life, and Zhang Jiao, a young man who had saved his life, Liu Bei pondered for a moment and then chose the latter without hesitation.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon hearing Liu Bei's reply, the young Zhang Jiao let out a hearty laugh.

but.

Before the laughter of the young man Zhang Jiao had even faded, the sky above Lousang Village suddenly changed color.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

Dark, heavy clouds appeared on the horizon, and a fierce wind suddenly arose, howling and stirring up clouds of dust.

It was as if the end of the world was about to arrive; the world was shrouded in a vast expanse of desolation.

"Sing!"

A dragon's roar echoed from the void.

At the same time, it seemed as if terrifying creatures were lurking within the dark clouds, causing the clouds to churn and churn incessantly.

"Master, this...this is..."

The sudden change in the color of the sky and earth stunned Liu Bei. He felt that he had experienced more shocks this morning than in his entire life.

"This means Han Ji's destiny is about to collapse!"

The young man, Zhang Jiao, squinted at the dark, heavy clouds and said disdainfully, "If you can't sit still now, what were you doing before?"

"Do you really have to wait until Liu Bei is killed by that Emperor Luodu before you make your move?"

The words of the young man, Zhang Jiao, seemed to have angered the being hidden in the dark clouds.

next moment.

A giant dragon head emerged from the dark clouds, staring intently at the young Zhang Jiao and Liu Bei on the ground.

Its appearance was exactly the same as that of the true dragon of fortune transformed from the fortune of Han Ji in the sky above Luodu.

not only that.

As the dragon energy around the True Dragon of Fortune surged, illusory figures of powerful Emperor Realm experts with obscured faces materialized directly around its body.

Those phantom images of powerful emperors had no physical form; rather, they seemed to be traces left by them in this world over the years, which were copied by the True Dragon of Fortune with its own dragon energy, bringing them into reality.

In just a few breaths, the number of Emperor Realm experts that had been formed had reached three.

Before the fourth phantom of a King-level expert had even taken shape...

Young Zhang Jiao has already made his move.

"Thunderbolts of the Zhou Dynasty, heed my command..."