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

"Brother!"

Guan Yu, whose entire body was filled with the aura of imperial authority, slightly opened his phoenix eyes and immediately noticed the change that had occurred to his sworn brother.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, two beams of divine light shot from his eyes, directly piercing into Liu Bei's body, whose low roar had become barely audible.

As the two divine rays surged in, Liu Bei, whose true self had been almost obliterated by the eerie black mist, suddenly shuddered.

As if sensing the arrival of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who were at the Emperor Realm, Liu Bei, whose consciousness was in a daze, instinctively looked up at where the two were standing.

"Who...is it?"

"Who is calling me?"

Even though Guan Yu, who suddenly appeared in the Imperial Realm, did not mention his name, that heartfelt "brother" still touched him.

however.

When Guan Yu, the imperial general, saw his brother Liu Bei's upturned face, the imperial weapon, the Crescent Blade, in his hand immediately rang out and trembled with anger.

There was no other reason than that Liu Bei was in a very bad situation at that moment.

Blood and tears, which had flowed from the corners of Liu Bei's eyes and between his lips, were still visible. He had been resisting the erosion of the strange black mist.

Even Liu Bei's eyes, now open, are devoid of any light or white.

Liu Bei's pupils contained only the deepest darkness and a heavy, deathly aura.

Seeing his brother Liu Bei's miserable state, Guan Yu's anger intensified.

next moment.

The azure dragon beneath Guan Yu's feet let out a long roar, its entire body plunging into the imperial weapon, the Crescent Blade, in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The moment the Azure Dragon's body merged into the blade, the imperial weapon in Guan Yu's hands seemed to have undergone a sublimation of its ultimate form.

Originally just a weapon exuding the aura of an imperial weapon, it gave Zhang Mu, who was watching the scene, the feeling that the weapon was about to come to life.

Zhang Mu had never experienced this strange feeling with Xiang Yu's imperial weapon, the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, which appeared that night in Xihe County.

"What a grand vision!"

"The soul of a blue dragon was actually refined into the imperial weapon, becoming the deity of the weapon."

At this moment, the voice of the elderly Zhang Jiao came, dispelling Zhang Mu's confusion.

"The Azure Dragon Soul? So that's how it is!"

While Zhang Mu's expression showed understanding, his doubts did not diminish in the slightest.

Let's leave aside the other things for now.

Just considering the fact that Guan Yu and Zhang Fei from the future imperial realm traveled through time and space to the present moment, does it make sense?

If the future can arbitrarily interfere with what happened in the past, wouldn't the entire order of time and space be thrown into chaos?

Doesn't my future self care about this?

Just as Zhang Mu was pondering this, Guan Yu, who had completed the fusion of the Dragon Soul and the Crescent Blade, made a move.

He swung his knife.

This strike was not aimed at Zhang Mu and the two Zhang Jiaos, nor at the true dragon of Han Ji's destiny, but rather at Liu Bei, who was enveloped in a strange black mist.

"Buzz!"

The unparalleled blade light shattered the lightning bolts that occasionally fell from the sky, and easily tore apart the barrier beneath the mulberry tree.

The blade's edge pointed only at Liu Bei.

Looking up at the incoming blade of light, Liu Bei, who had briefly regained his senses thanks to the divine light shooting from Guan Yu's eyes, showed no panic or fear.

A look of relief and liberation appeared on his face.

That's right!

This is liberation.

For Liu Bei at this time, death was not frightening.

What truly made him uneasy was the dark consciousness growing within him that threatened to replace his true self.

Rather than have his body replaced by a terrifying new consciousness, Liu Bei would rather die.

The blade's edge drew closer inch by inch.

Thirty zhang, ten zhang, nine zhang...

As the blade's edge drew ever closer, the eerie black mist emanating from below the barrier seemed to sense the impending danger.

Not only was the speed at which the black mist entered Liu Bei's body increasing, but it also rose up and transformed into a black egg membrane that enveloped Liu Bei.

"You dare to withstand Guan's blade, even with mere black mist!"

Guan Yu, hovering in the air, snorted coldly, and the blade light unleashed by his Imperial Crescent Blade instantly burst forth with boundless brilliance.

The radiance fell, effortlessly dissolving the black egg membrane.

Followed by.

As expected, the blade's edge struck Liu Bei.

"what!"

The moment the blade struck, the scene everyone imagined—Liu Bei's body being cleaved in two—did not occur. Instead, he let out a painful howl.

At the same time, wisps of black energy were emanating from Liu Bei's body.

"Do not harm the body, but destroy the soul!"

"That was truly a stunning strike!"

Gazing at the result of this strike, Zhang Mu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Although he could do the same thing while wielding a black halberd, he could never do it as easily as Guan Yu, who was at the Emperor Realm.

This is not to say that Zhang Mu is inferior to Guan Yu, who will become a future emperor, but rather that the two have different specialization goals.

Zhang Mu's enemies along the way didn't need such trouble; they were all killed with a single stab of his halberd.

With that kind of soul-slaying skill, the enemy would have been sent to their death long ago.

The black aura emanating from Liu Bei continued to dissipate, and it wouldn't be long before he regained his rationality and clarity.

but.

Faced with all this, Guan Yu, who had descended from the future, showed no sign of relaxation on his red face; on the contrary, he appeared increasingly wary.

It looked as if they were on guard against some kind of enemy.

"How dare you interfere in His Majesty's affairs!"

"Those who disrupt the flow of time..."

"He should be executed!"

"Only by lying dead before the imperial tomb can you be forgiven for your sins!"

The black mist emanating from Liu Bei did not disappear into thin air, but instead, as if guided by some force, formed a black altar directly above the canopy of the mulberry tree.

From the moment the black altar appeared, it was as if it were an anchor point nailed to the long river of time.

With it as the origin, the light and shadow of a long river of time unfold in the void.

Upstream in the light and shadow of that long river of time, a gaze that looked down upon eternity fell upon Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, both at the Imperial Realm.

Following that gaze...

Zhang Mu spotted a figure standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, exuding a terrifying aura, like an unparalleled god of death.

next moment.

That unparalleled god of death moved.

With a single step, the light and shadow of the river of time were torn apart, and he appeared vividly before everyone as if he had stepped out of a painting.

"boom!"

An aura of slaughter and death swept across the heavens and earth, and yet another powerful emperor descended.

Faced with the appearance of this person, Han Ji Qi Yun Zhen Long and the young Zhang Jiao, who had not stopped fighting when Guan Yu and Zhang Fei appeared in the Royal Realm, tacitly chose to cease fighting.

"Even this person has stepped out of ancient history!"

"Heh heh, it seems the Han Dynasty is truly doomed!"

The young Zhang Jiao recognized the identity of the powerful imperial figure who resembled a god of death descending upon the world, and provocatively glanced at the True Dragon of Han Ji's destiny.

However, faced with the provocation of the young man Zhang Jiao...

Han Ji's Qi Yun Zhen Long ignored it.

However, at the very moment that Zhang Jiao, the young man, ceased fighting, the three phantom images of powerful emperors that he had copied had already moved, joining forces to attack the powerful emperors who had descended from the upper reaches of the River of Time.

It is the national destiny and the mandate of heaven of the Han Dynasty, carrying the great will of the imperial dynasty in the dark. The true dragon of Han Ji's destiny naturally cannot allow the people of the previous dynasty to act recklessly in this world.