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

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The world suddenly changed, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Purple lightning, like a raging dragon, intertwined across the sky, dispelling the dark clouds.

"Splash!"

Zhang Jiao, in his youthful state, had his robes fluttering and rustling even without wind.

Before Liu Bei's incredulous eyes, his body slowly floated up, and as his feet left the ground, thousands of lightning bolts swirled around him.

At this moment, the young Zhang Jiao appeared like an unparalleled ruler descended from the heavens, cold and majestic.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The lightning intensified, the electric sparks exploded, and the entire world trembled.

The instant Zhang Jiao's feet left the ground, the roar of thunder and the howl of lightning suddenly intensified, as if to tear the world apart.

"Auntie... is this Taoist priest you know a god... or a human?"

Jian Yong shielded Liu's mother tightly behind him, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the horizon, and the forced smile on his face was more like a grimace.

He even had a bizarre premonition:

Perhaps they won't even live to see the imperial court take action against Liu Bei...

These ordinary mortals are about to perish in the aftermath of this "battle between gods and men".

Liu's mother was already terrified by the sudden change in the sky; her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"Xuande! Xianhe! And Brother Deran!"

Having served in the military, Ji Yuan, whose decision-making and adaptability were temporarily superior to those of Liu Bei and others, had no time to observe the changing circumstances.

Just as everyone was at a loss, he bent down to Liu's mother, and before she could react, he picked her up and shouted at the crowd:

"Don't just stand there! Run towards the barrier under that mulberry tree!"

Ji Yuan wasn't sure if the barrier could stop the true dragon in the sky and the thunderbolts.

But he knew one thing.

Standing inside the barrier is at least better than standing still and waiting to die.

"Yes, yes, yes! Xuande, Xianhe, Brother Ji is right!"

Liu Deran finally realized what was happening and took off running towards the big mulberry tree.

however.

He had only run two or three steps when he was dumbfounded to see two figures swiftly passing by on either side of him, chasing after Ji Yuan who was carrying Liu's mother.

"You two...!"

"Liu Deran, what are you dawdling for! Saving your dog's life is the most important thing!"

Jian Yong ran faster than anyone else, and didn't forget to turn back and shout at Liu Deran.

at last.

As Ji Yuan, Liu Bei, and their group rushed into the barrier under the big mulberry tree in a disheveled state, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Although the terrifying apocalyptic scene was still unfolding in the world, the terrifying pressure that had been pressing down on them seemed to have vanished into thin air, bringing them a slight sense of relief.

"Xuande... what exactly is going on?"

Before Liu Bei could even catch his breath, the Liu clan members from Lousang Village, who were under the mulberry tree, surrounded him.

The one speaking was Liu Deran's father, the village elder.

"Deran! Xianhe! Explain to your uncle!"

Liu Bei had no time to explain!

Knowing that this change was caused by him, Liu Bei stared at the sky with bloodshot eyes, as if trying to see through the entire heavens.

If what the young Taoist priest had said earlier still seemed somewhat sensational and unrealistic to him...

So.

All of this shattered the last shred of hope in his heart.

"Han Ji... destiny..."

Liu Bei murmured softly, his gaze focused on the true dragon in the clouds that was condensing the phantom of a powerful Emperor Realm expert. A chill ran from his spine to the top of his head, and his face was filled with coldness.

"Bei is a descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan, and... a descendant of Emperor Gaozu!"

His voice carried an intense, suppressed anger and sorrow.

"When the Emperor of Luodu harmed Bei in order to prolong his own life, you, the true dragon of destiny, did not show yourself! But when someone stepped in to protect Bei, you knew you were coming?!"

Liu Bei was not a saint!

Right now, he's just a hot-blooded young man who can feel anger and resentment.

Ji Yuan's situation wasn't much better.

He glanced anxiously in the direction of Yanmen County in Bingzhou, and couldn't help but regret accepting the assignment.

"Faced with such a drastic change in the heavens... even if that great lord were to come here, he would probably be struck dead by a random bolt of lightning!"

As thoughts raced through his mind, Ji Yuan quietly turned his gaze to Liu Bei.

Liu Bei joined the Holy Sect that the young Taoist priest spoke of... Should I, Ji, also join it?

Should we continue with the mission of cultivating good relations with Liu Bei?

Why does Ji feel that... if Liu Bei, who is valued by the "divine Taoist priest," survives today's calamity, following him would be far more promising than working for that lord?

Thinking this, Ji Yuan subtly moved closer to Liu Bei's back.

Without him.

Ji Yuan's intuition told him that he would feel safer with Liu Bei in front of him at this moment.

However, just as Ji Yuan was about to take action, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise.

Because he was shocked to see...

Above the sky, amidst rolling dark clouds and shifting lightning, a figure that looked somewhat familiar to him suddenly appeared!

The moment that figure appeared, its speed was even faster than the thousands of lightning bolts summoned by the young Taoist priest!

"boom!"

One punch!

It was just a simple punch!

The fourth phantom of a powerful Emperor Realm expert, whose Qi Luck True Dragon had not yet fully materialized, was struck squarely in the back by a punch from the person who appeared halfway through.

With the burst of fist force, the phantom figure vanished into thin air before it could even let out a scream.

After doing all this.

The newcomer then looked at the young Zhang Jiao with a smile, his tone tinged with amusement and teasing:

"Master Yu, is your true identity, the old Taoist priest, aware that you intend to accept Liu Bei as a holy son of your sect?"

Then, without even glancing at the Han Ji Qi Yun Zhen Long that had locked onto him, he turned his gaze directly to Liu Bei within the barrier, his heart pounding with barely suppressed rage.

Liu Bei joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion? What's going on here?

Even though he, the time traveler, didn't really interfere much with the life trajectory of Emperor Zhaolie of Han!

We need to send this great man to his death; with a leader like Zhang, that should be enough.

How come now there's also a line like "This humble Taoist Liu Bei begs the great Han to die"?

Can this big man really survive?

Faced with Zhang Mu's teasing, the young Zhang Jiao curled his lip and said, "He didn't know before, but he should know now!"

Then, he glanced behind Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu looked back.

Then, the elderly Zhang Jiao appeared silently there.

The expression on his face, well, it was unusual to see such a look of anguish and confusion.

But very quickly.

The troubled and pained look on Zhang Jiao's face disappeared.

Instead.

Whether it was the young Zhang Jiao, the old Zhang Jiao, or the gaze of the true dragon of Han Ji's destiny, all were focused on one place:

Under the large mulberry tree next to Liu Bei's courtyard.

there.

A strange black mist pierced through the barrier set up by the young Zhang Jiao, and was continuously emerging from the ground, then poured into Liu Bei's body with lightning speed.

In an instant, Liu Bei's figure was swallowed up by the black mist.

Followed by.

Within that black mist, it seemed as if a ferocious black dragon was being born, with two crimson streaks emerging from the eerie black mist!