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

Luo Du Han Ji? Yellow Turban Rebellion?

When faced with Lü Bu's question, Zhang Mu's words left Lü Bu somewhat confused.

"The Shepherd chooses this era!"

Zhang Mu's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable decisiveness.

Like a surging undercurrent beneath an ancient iceberg, it lies a terrifying power capable of destroying everything within its calm surface.

As Zhang Mu spoke these words, his gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds before him, looking towards the distant and chaotic torrent of history.

"The conflicts of our time should be resolved by the people of our time."

The next moment, Zhang Mu's tone gradually turned cold, carrying an almost indifferent detachment.

"Those old fogies, long since decayed and destined for dust, dare to dream of controlling the world simply because they've been asleep for so long..."

"So."

Zhang Mu's words stopped there, and an invisible killing intent erupted like a torrent, instantly sweeping across the entire Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Then, he suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing the boundless sky as if he were confronting some indescribable being from afar.

"If they dare to make a move, Mu will make a move too!"

Each word, like the clash of metal and stone, carries absolute confidence and dominance.

"One comes, one shepherd kills!"

"Give me a pair, and the shepherd will suppress them!"

Zhang Mu spoke these words with resounding force, as if issuing a declaration of war against all the taboos of the ancient era.

A disdainful smile played on his lips, a composure born of looking down on the game from a higher perspective.

Then, Zhang Mu withdrew his gaze and continued, "If the Yellow Turban Rebellion, even with me restraining those corrupt elements outside, cannot overthrow this declining Han court that currently reigns supreme over everyone and is already doomed, then it means..."

Zhang Mu shook his head slightly, as if sighing or making a statement.

"They lack the capacity to break the deadlock, and therefore are not qualified to shoulder that new destiny."

"This also shows..."

Zhang Mu's voice became ethereal and distant at this moment, as if carrying some ancient rhythm:

"The fate of Han Ji is not yet over, and the destiny of the nation... should not perish."

After Zhang Mu finished speaking, the entire room fell into a brief silence.

Tong Yuan remained silent, a complex glint of light flashing deep within his murky eyes.

Lu Bu, the unparalleled warrior of the future chaotic world, stared blankly at Zhang Mu for a long while before glancing at him speechlessly.

"And you're saying you didn't make a choice."

Lu Bu's voice carried a hint of helpless sarcasm, but more so a sense of understanding after acknowledging the situation.

"Gongzhi, the implication behind your words is clearly that you are biased towards the Yellow Turban Rebellion."

"Your words revealed not a shred of loyalty to Luo Du Han Ji. Gong Zhi, do you know that if those words were to get out, Luo Du would immediately consider you a traitor!"

Despite this, there was no fear in Lü Bu's eyes; instead, a blazing flame ignited within them.

He stomped his foot suddenly, his dragon-like muscles bulging slightly, and a surge of powerful fighting spirit rose into the sky.

"In that case!"

Lu Bu nodded emphatically, his voice booming like a bell: "Tomorrow morning I will personally go to the Yellow Turban Rebellion, disguise myself as one of their followers, and lend them a hand, so that I can also witness the most intense chaos in the world."

Lü Bu then turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren, who had been standing silently beside him.

"What about you two? Do you want to come with me to what Gongzhi calls the mortal world, to seek that opportunity for a breakthrough?"

As for the young Zhao Yun, Lü Bu simply ignored him, not even glancing at him.

This is not arrogance, but a reality.

Firstly, Zhao Yun is still young. Although he is talented, his strength is far too weak compared to the three of them. Forcing his way down the mountain would only increase the danger.

Secondly, even if Lü Bu were willing, Tong Yuan, who regarded Zhao Yun as his beloved disciple, would never allow Zhao Yun to be exposed to the most cruel killing in the world at such a young age.

"Ren, I am willing to go with you, Senior Brother Lü!"

Having reached the Martial Phase Realm and barely considered himself a graduate of Tong Yuan's school, Zhang Ren's eyes flashed with a sharp light after a moment's thought.

Zhang Ren knew very well that working in isolation was ultimately a bad approach; only through trials and tribulations could he truly see the path ahead.

Therefore, he gladly accepted Lü Bu's invitation.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiu, who has always been impulsive and restless, was hesitant at this moment.

He looked at his master, Tong Yuan, with pleading eyes: "Master... I also want to go down the mountain with my two senior brothers!"

Tong Yuan did not immediately agree.

He had his eyes closed, as if he was weighing something.

After a long while, he opened his eyes. His gaze did not fall on Zhang Xiu, but instead fell meaningfully on Zhang Mu. His voice was heavy with worry.

"Gongzhi, if the Yellow Turban Rebellion ultimately fails... have you considered what fate awaits you?"

Tong Yuan didn't care whether the Yellow Turban Rebellion lived or died.

What he was truly worried about was the terrifying situation that Zhang Mu, who was now seemingly betting on the Yellow Turban Rebellion, would face in the future.

After all, to some extent, whether Tong Yuan acknowledges it or not, the Fengqi Mountain lineage, which is inextricably linked to Zhang Mu, has already been marked by Zhang Mu.

One glory and one glory.

If the Yellow Turban Rebellion fails, Luo Du Han Jiteng will step in to settle scores...

The wrath of thunder will inevitably extend to their "accomplices."

"hehe!"

Zhang Mu laughed.

There was no worry in his eyes: "Mr. Tong...you are overthinking it."

Zhang Mu spoke slowly, his voice carrying an almost prophetic certainty.

"Even if the Yellow Turban Rebellion is defeated, it will still be able to inflict a heavy blow on the corrupt Han dynasty before it is destroyed."

"By then, the Han dynasty's fortune will be so great that it will be unable to even protect itself from those ambitious and ruthless figures, let alone have the strength to target us."

"Besides..."

Zhang Mu's smile vanished, his expression becoming more serious than ever before. He looked meaningfully at Tong Yuan and said, "Elder Tong, you must not underestimate the strength of that Sect Leader Zhang!"

Even Mu wouldn't dare say he's guaranteed a win against him.

Upon hearing this, Lü Bu, Zhang Ren, Zhang Xiu, and even Tong Yuan all changed color.

They knew all too well how unfathomable Zhang Mu's strength was now, and how terrifying was this Zhang Master who even he said "dared not say he was sure to win"?

Zhang Mu seemed oblivious to their shock and continued, "If he were to fight with his life on the line..."

Zhang Mu let out a long breath, and for the first time, his tone carried a hint of genuine apprehension.

"Mu even suspects that, without the legendary Immortal Emperor Realm appearing... this Sect Leader Zhang is capable of risking his life for anyone."

"Fight to the death against anyone?"

The person who questioned it blurted out that it was Lü Bu.

His face was now filled with suspicion, clearly not believing Zhang Mu's description.

Zhang Mu did not engage in pointless arguments with Lü Bu.

He simply smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of unfathomable mystery.

"Fengxian...you'll know Zhang Jiao's true strength once you meet him."

Seeing Zhang Mu speak so mysteriously, Lü Bu immediately shut his mouth, but the curiosity and fighting spirit in his eyes only intensified.

"Gentlemen!"

Zhang Mu suddenly looked around at everyone, his voice rising abruptly, filled with an air of domineering arrogance: "Mu, I look forward to the day when you all shine brightly on the battlefield!"

"As for now..."

"Excuse me, Master... I must go ahead!"

Before he finished speaking, an earth-shattering, majestic aura suddenly erupted from Zhang Mu's body!

Zhang Mu knew all too well how deep the waters of this mythical world were, and those sleeping "old guys" would certainly not sit idly by.

Faced with those people, he naturally wouldn't choose to sit idly by and wait for death; he would take the initiative and nip all potential threats in the bud!

next moment.

Before Tong Yuan, Lü Bu, and the others could react, Zhang Mu's figure had already transformed into a streak of light and taken a step forward!

With a single step, space shattered layer by layer, as if made of paper.

Ignoring the barriers of mountains and rivers, Zhang Mu instantly traversed the barriers of space and arrived above a deserted area in Guanzhong that no one knew about.

Below, the loess hills stretch endlessly, desolate and solemn.

And in the deepest part of that earth, a terrifying power that makes heaven and earth tremble lies dormant, like an ancient beast that has been sleeping for a long time and is slowly awakening.

Zhang Mu, however, ignored this.

He sat cross-legged in mid-air, like an ancient and immortal god.

The direction he was looking was not the open space below that concealed danger, but rather a distant view of the far west beyond Yumen Pass, as if his most cherished enemy resided there.

This process was silent, yet carried a tremendous sense of oppression.

Zhang Mu's aura began to rise at a crazy speed!

A unique imperial aura belonging to him was released to its extreme in an instant, soaring straight into the sky!

hum!

The sky trembled and the earth roared!

Faced with this overwhelming imperial might, even the Xuanhuang Heavenly Canopy hanging high in the sky and the golden dragon shadow that roared angrily with the support of the fortune of Luodu Hanji, were suddenly shaken.

As if sensing some irresistible threat, they tacitly retreated, not daring to contend with this momentum!

At that moment, Zhang Mu opened his eyes.

His eyes shone brighter than the stars!

"You lot—"

His voice was no longer just ordinary words.

Instead, it transformed into boundless Daoist sounds, vast and resounding, spreading to every corner of the entire Divine Land!

"Who will be born—"

Every word was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

His voice was filled with supreme authority and undeniable killing intent.

"today--"

"Whoever the shepherd kills!"

"I am the emperor of this era, destined to vanquish the enemies of time!!!"

boom!

With a deafening roar that shook the universe, a pitch-black halberd, as if formed from the very essence of chaos, suddenly manifested from the world within Zhang Mu's body and hovered above his head.

The halberd exuded a domineering killing intent capable of obliterating everything, and every wisp of its aura was enough to shatter the void!

Followed by.

hum!

A bright, crimson sun, as dazzling as the blazing sun, and a black crescent moon, radiating a cold, eerie light, simultaneously appeared behind Zhang Mu.

The interplay of the blazing sun and the black moon embodies the terrifying mystery of the cycle of birth and death.

The two objects hung high in the sky above Guanzhong, turning that area into a strange scene of stark black and white!

Zhang Mu issued his most assertive declaration and displayed his most arrogant and domineering attitude!

How could such a terrifying aura suddenly erupting over the Guanzhong Plain, along with the extraordinary phenomenon of the sun and moon appearing simultaneously, possibly escape the notice of the people of the world, whose minds were already on edge due to Zhang Jiao's uprising?

In an instant, the entire land of China was in an uproar!

"This... what power this is! Perhaps only a legendary Martial Realm expert could unleash such terrifying power!"

"No sooner had someone announced a rebellion than someone in Guanzhong stepped forward! Could it be some martial arts master who has been in seclusion for many years?"

"Could it be that one of the old generals in charge of suppressing the Qiang rebellion in Guanzhong has stepped forward to assist Luodu in quelling the unrest?"

No sooner had someone uttered these words than those around them retorted with expressions of horror.

"Hey buddy, you can ignore my deafness if you want, but didn't you hear that man call himself the 'Emperor of the Ages'? He's... he's trying to single-handedly fight against all eras!"

"My goodness... I never imagined that in my lifetime I would witness an invincible, forbidden being whose martial arts cultivation has reached the legendary Overlord Realm!"

Fear, awe, worship... all sorts of emotions spread in the hearts of millions of people.

Meanwhile, in Jingzhou.

On a low hill, a middle-aged man with black and white hair held a simple, unadorned golden longbow and stared in astonishment at the Guanzhong Plain.

His eyes reflected the crimson sun and black moon hanging in the sky, and he felt the familiar yet more domineering and powerful aura within them. He couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"This kid... he really is a prodigy!"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, his eyes filled with both relief and a hint of helplessness and emotion.

"After not seeing him for several years, he has silently reached the Emperor Realm."

"It seems..."

"This world is truly on the verge of chaos!"

The middle-aged man looked down at the golden bow in his hand, which was his natal divine weapon. Divine light seemed to flow over the golden bow.

He tapped the bow lightly with his knuckles, his tone carrying a hint of eager anticipation.

"Old buddy... you'll probably have no shortage of rivals in the future."

The golden bow seemed to understand his words, vibrating slightly and emitting a clear, melodious note, as if responding with some kind of excitement.

Jizhou, Julu County, the stronghold of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

On a high platform, a slender and beautiful young woman gazed at the sky over Guanzhong, shrouded in strange phenomena, with a complex expression that was half joy and half worry.

She was none other than Zhang Jiao's daughter, Zhang Ning.

"Father!" Zhang Ning's voice trembled slightly.

"Brother Mu... he's made his move!"

The young Zhang Jiao appeared beside Zhang Ning at some point, his gaze also fixed on the sky, his expression calm as still water.

"Don't worry, girl."

The young Zhang Jiao spoke up, "Zhang Gongzhi's strength isn't as weak as you think. Since he dared to step forward at this time, he must have been prepared."

Seeing the reproachful and dissatisfied look in his daughter's eyes, Zhang Jiao, one of the young Zhang Jiao's Daoist corpses, couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Then he reached out and gently patted Zhang Ning's shoulder, his tone carrying for the first time an undeniable firmness:

"Don't worry... Even if I die, I will die before him."

He paused slightly, his voice carrying a tenderness that only his closest relatives could hear:

"I won't let my Ning'er...be a widow."

Over Guanzhong.

Zhang Mu paid no attention to, nor was he interested in, the exclamations, discussions, and speculations from all sides of China.

Compared to those distant gazes, he could now more clearly sense that on this desolate land below him, a dormant, terrifying power was slowly awakening and then erupting violently!

"The emperor of our time!"

"You... went too far!"

A cold, ancient, and indifferent voice, seemingly coming from the depths of the underworld, suddenly resounded from the depths of the earth!

next moment.

An equally domineering imperial aura, no less powerful than Zhang Mu's, surged forth like a burst dam, locking onto Zhang Mu!

That aura contained decay, anger, and endless killing intent, as if it wanted to crush this junior who dared to desecrate their existence into dust!

"good!"

Almost at the same time, from the distant horizon, so far away that it was almost invisible, to that legendary western land beyond the Jade Gate Pass, a voice, ethereal yet equally majestic, also rang out!

"Ignorant young man..."

The voice was like ancient ice, carrying a hint of mockery and rage: "How dare you, a person of such high status, provoke the emperors of the Han Dynasty and the Qin Mausoleum?!"

"Today...is the day you will die a bloody death!!!"

"The Emperor cannot be humiliated!"

The sound grew louder and louder, as if countless ancient beings were shouting in unison, shaking the cycle of time.

"Even if you are the emperor of this world!!!"