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

When the light and shadow of the river of time completely disappeared, there was no trace of the broken halberd left in the world.

The Hanji Destiny Dragon glanced at Zhang Mu and the two Zhang Jiaos standing together, and knowing that the current situation was unfavorable to it, the Destiny Dragon decisively disappeared from the sight of the three.

"You're lucky you ran fast. If you had run slower, I would have definitely kept you here."

The young Zhang Jiao snorted a couple of times, and seeing the True Dragon of Destiny suffer a setback, he could barely suppress the smile on his face.

Zhang Mu, who had just withdrawn his mind from the black blood within the chaotic world of his body, witnessed this scene and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

If they were to leave the Hanji Qiyun True Dragon here, they would inevitably have to engage in another great battle.

after all.

The Han emperors who are entrenched in the far west of the Han territory have not yet made a move, nor will they sit idly by and watch others destroy the True Dragon of Fortune.

Although a confrontation is inevitable, the timing of that confrontation is crucial.

If you are to go to war with the emperors of the Han dynasty, it is best to be prepared.

Unfortunately, for the elderly Zhang Jiao, who was determined to launch an uprising the following year, and Zhang Mu, whose heart was not yet at home, what they lacked was time.

He is not at the peak of his strength yet, and there is still room for improvement in his combat power.

"Old Taoist priest, Master Yu, what are your plans regarding Liu Bei?"

Instead of echoing the young Zhang Jiao's attitude, Zhang Mu focused his attention on Liu Bei, who had fallen into a coma due to repeated mental stimulation.

Thanks to the intervention of Guan Yu, who was in the future Emperor Realm, the strange black mist within Liu Bei's body had completely disappeared.

Not only that.

It's like the saying goes, "Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune."

Liu Bei, whose strength was originally not enough to impress Zhang Mu, unexpectedly entered the King Realm, a realm that only those who cultivate the Imperial Dragon Qi could reach, which was truly a great fortune.

If it weren't for this encounter...

In Zhang Mu's estimation, if Liu Bei wanted to even touch the edge of the King Realm, the earliest he could do so would be after Zhang Mu invited the Han people to their deaths, breaking the shackles of cultivation for everyone, and Liu Bei would inherit a portion of the Han Dynasty's fortune and blessings.

"Hmm, it seems there's another opportunity at play."

Zhang Mu glanced in surprise at the dragon energy space within Liu Bei's body, formed upon entering the King Realm, and saw a wisp of Emperor Realm sword intent hidden within it.

This made Zhang Mu look at the future Emperor-level Guan Yu with newfound respect.

To leave behind such a trick right under everyone's noses, that takes real skill!

but.

It's just not small.

If Zhang Mu truly intended to attack Liu Bei, this mere wisp of imperial-level sword intent wouldn't be enough to stop him.

It's anyone's guess which unlucky soul will be the one to suffer a brutal slash from this blade when Liu Bei is driven into a life-or-death crisis.

This wisp of Emperor Realm sword intent posed no threat to Zhang Mu, but that didn't mean that ordinary Grandmasters and Martial Phase Realm experts could withstand it.

"Young friend Gongzhi, you're not interested in Liu Bei?"

When the elderly Zhang Jiao heard Zhang Mu's words about how to deal with Liu Bei, he glanced at Zhang Mu in surprise.

"interested!"

Zhang Mu responded frankly, then immediately changed the subject, saying, "But that doesn't mean I have to take him in."

"Liu Bei is involved in too much trouble, and I'd like to find some peace and quiet."

"I don't want to be constantly watched by people from the far west, and besides..."

Zhang Mu smiled maliciously, his gaze falling on the young Zhang Jiao. "I'm equally curious, if Liu Bei becomes the Holy Son of your Yellow Turban Sect, what kind of path will he take in the future?"

Zhang Mu said this, and he did it.

As soon as he finished speaking, spatial rifts appeared around the mulberry trees in Lousang Village, and countless Bean Soldiers of Zhang Mu brought Jian Yong, Liu Deran, Ji Yuan and a group of Liu clan members back.

"These people are now in your care, Taoist priests!"

After saying that, Zhang Mu glanced at Ji Yuan, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated in the crowd, took a step and disappeared into the void.

Seeing Zhang Mu leave without a second thought and show no interest in Liu Bei, the elderly Zhang Jiao gave a bitter smile.

Immediately, he glared at Zhang Jiao, the young man who was his Dao Corpse.

"You!"

"You're just causing trouble for the old Taoist priest. Just stick to the original plan and quietly observe Liu Bei as a backup plan. Why bother to personally interfere with his growth trajectory?"

"Fortunately, we still have Gongzhi as an ally by our side..."

"otherwise."

"Your reckless decision today is a disaster for our great cause."

After berating his younger self, Zhang Jiao, in his youthful form, the elderly Zhang Jiao gazed at the unconscious Liu Bei under the mulberry tree and the returning group, and sighed, "Things have come to this..."

"Let's bring it back first!"

With a flick of his Taoist robe sleeve, the elderly Zhang Jiao transformed into a gentle breeze and vanished from the territory of Lousang Village.

The young Zhang Jiao did not take the old Zhang Jiao's criticism to heart.

"You keep calling me 'Young Friend Gongzhi,' do you really think I don't know that brat is the son-in-law you chose for Ning'er?"

"If his father-in-law is in trouble, can he, as his son-in-law, really just stand by and watch him die?"

"I, for one, don't believe it!!!"

The young man, Zhang Jiao, muttered a few words to himself, then looked directly at the group of people beside the mulberry tree.

"Gentlemen!"

A smile appeared on Zhang Jiao's young face: "Welcome to the Holy Church!"

next moment.

The sleeves of Zhang Jiao's robes continued to expand, instantly transforming into a canopy that enveloped everyone.

When the sky cleared, there was no trace of the young Zhang Jiao anywhere.

……

In the city of Zhuojun.

Zhang Mu, who left in front of the two Zhang Jiaos, did not return to the Bingzhou governor's mansion, but came directly here.

Within the extremely terrifying range of Zhang Mu's divine sense, he found the Zhang family mansion, which was a family of butchers, and met Zhang Fei, the current head of the family, without much effort.

"Mid-stage Gathering Strength Realm, the Martial Phase Realm is a long way off!"

Zhang Mu, who concealed his aura and movements, immediately discerned Zhang Fei's current martial arts level.

however.

Compared to Zhang Fei's martial arts realm, which hasn't even reached the Martial Aspect Realm, what interests Zhang Mu more right now is what he is examining.

A piece of calligraphy and painting!

Or, to be more precise, it is a painting or calligraphy work imbued with the power of time.

The content of the painting is very simple.

Within the peach orchard, where peach blossoms bloom in abundance, three men of similar age are swearing brotherhood before an incense table, facing Heaven and Earth.

Zhang Mu recalled the legends about Zhang Fei from his previous life: he was also a master painter, especially skilled at painting ladies.

"hehe!"

"As expected of the fierce Zhang Fei who is both rough and meticulous, just like Guan Yu in the Emperor Realm, Zhang Fei in the Emperor Realm also bypassed everyone's eyes and attention, leaving a gift for his past self."

At this moment, in Zhang Mu's eyes, the figures in the painting did not appear dead, but rather as if they had come to life.

at the same time.

As if sensing Zhang Mu's arrival, the figures in the painting all turned their gazes toward where he was hiding.