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

Above the Guanzhong Plain.

"boom!"

At this moment, the killing intent was no longer an ethereal aura, but transformed into a tangible, visible, and terrifying wave.

Then, carrying a chilling aura capable of freezing the soul, it swept down upon Zhang Mu in the arena like a tidal wave.

The world seemed to freeze in that instant, as if to freeze everything in an eternal moment.

In the void, the faint sounds of ancient chanting intertwined with the howls of endless vengeful spirits—a strange phenomenon in the heavens and earth caused by the emperor's murderous intent.

If an ordinary cultivator were to stand here, they would probably suffer an instant mental breakdown and physical disintegration.

Zhang Mu's black hair moved without wind, like ink-black flames dancing wildly.

His gaze was like two bolts of lightning tearing through the sky, piercing the void to find the source of the killing intent.

he knows.

The real adversary has emerged.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, how are you any different from a maggot in a sewer? Come out and talk!"

Zhang Mu's cold rebuke, though not loud, carried an undeniable authority, like an emperor issuing a final ultimatum.

At the same time, the black halberd in his hand suddenly burst forth with a soaring dark light.

Within the light, cosmic stars are born and die, and a terrifying killing intent is brewing.

next moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Mu's right arm suddenly trembled, and his halberd drew a mysterious and domineering trajectory toward the far west, slashing out with unparalleled ferocity in the direction where the killing intent was most intense.

Then, Zhang Mu stomped his right foot on the ground from a distance.

This seemingly casual step actually contained the grand momentum of the entire world.

A deep, muffled rumble suddenly erupted from the open space beneath Zhang Mu's feet, within a radius of ten thousand feet, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

A huge crack spread wildly into the distance from the toes of Zhang Mu's feet, like a spider web.

Drawn by the underground magma and dragon energy, it erupted violently, forming a destructive energy storm in an attempt to force out the enemy hidden in the shadows.

"act recklessly!"

A cold and arrogant voice came from the direction where the black halberd struck.

Before long, the space rippled like water, and three figures, like gods and demons, walked closer and closer.

With each step they took, the void beneath their feet would violently distort, as if unable to withstand their terrifying imperial might.

"boom!"

As soon as the three appeared, the light from Mu's annihilating halberd transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through the heavens and earth, locking onto them.

however.

The three figures didn't even make a move; their six cold, ruthless gazes swept across the area simultaneously, causing the incredibly violent halberd light to emit a piercing friction sound in the void.

Then, as if crushed by an invisible millstone, it crumbled inch by inch, gradually dissipating into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

"You've got some skills!"

Zhang Mu chuckled, a look of interest appearing on his face, and his imposing aura swept towards the three of them.

In an instant, four completely different, yet equally terrifying imperial auras collided violently in the void, erupting with deafening Daoist roars.

During this process, Zhang Mu also got a clear look at the faces of the three figures.

One of them was, to be precise, a monster.

Despite possessing the cultivation level of an Emperor, he was a dwarf no more than half a meter tall.

His body was deformed, his head was unusually large, and his small eyes gleamed with a greedy and venomous light like a viper.

Not only was his body shrouded in a dense, almost tangible imperial dragon aura, but it was also mixed with a nauseating, eerie, and impenetrable death aura.

Two diametrically opposed forces coexisted within him, forming a twisted and terrifying aura.

What surprised Zhang Mu the most was...

He actually sensed a familiar bloodline aura emanating from this dwarf monster!

Although that aura had been eroded and transformed by the death energy, its essence remained unchanged.

It was on the shores of the East Sea that he and Zhang Jiao jointly killed the Emperor of the Imperial Realm—Liu Zhao!

Upon realizing this, Zhang Mu's eyes blazed with divine light, like two burning suns instantly piercing through the dwarf monster's essence and seeing through his origins.

"Ah, I see!"

Zhang Mu's lips curled into a cold smile, filled with undisguised disdain.

"No wonder you clamored to drink the blood of the Shepherd King the moment you met him. It turns out you, this inhuman creature, are nothing more than a monster forged by your early-dead father using his own imperial dragon aura and the deathly aura of that wicked child as the base, supplemented with the blood of many fallen emperors!"

Zhang Mu's voice boomed like thunder, making no attempt to hide his disdain.

"Liu Zhao is ruthless!"

"Even a tiger wouldn't eat its cubs, yet he didn't even spare the remains of his own son, who wasn't quite dead yet and whose soul hadn't completely dissipated, and transformed them into such a filthy thing as you!"

"The lineage of Emperor Guangwu is indeed filled with ruthless and heartless scoundrels!"

Zhang Mu's words were like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into the heart of the dwarf monster.

His ugly face twisted even more grotesquely in an instant, and he let out a shrill scream that was not human. The death energy and dragon energy on his body surged even more violently.

Zhang Mu was too lazy to even glance at him again, and turned his gaze to the other two Emperor Realm beings who had come with him.

Firstly, he wore a scholar's cap and a wide belt, and was adorned with a dragon robe.

His face was refined and elegant, but deep in his eyes lay an undeniable domineering and ruthless nature.

A book radiating imperial power appeared above the person's head.

The book was no ordinary object, but a flawless imperial weapon.

As the book slowly unfolds, scenes of battle and carnage appear in the void, with thousands of troops charging and shouting, the clash of weapons, and the dying screams coming from the book, as if trying to pull one's soul into that endless battlefield.

What's even more unsettling are the corners of the pages...

Strands of black, foul blood kept seeping out, emitting a stench from hell.

"To be an enemy of my lineage of Emperor Guangwu is to be an enemy of the entire Han dynasty."

The emperor, dressed in a scholar's cap and dragon robe, spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a resolute and chilling tone.

"Only by perishing and dying can I atone for your offense before the emperors!"

The other was clad in golden armor, with long hair that covered half of his face.

He was like an invincible war god who had walked out of an ancient battlefield, exuding a fierce aura.

He held a golden dragon sword in his hand, the blade emitting a series of dragon roars. Even without moving its tip, wisps of sword energy pierced the void, leaving behind tiny spatial cracks.

When his aura reached its peak, his disheveled hair was blown aside, revealing his true face...

One of his eyes was a gaping, bloody hole, with no eyeball inside, only endless darkness flowing through it, as if it could even devour light.

This is a one-eyed emperor.

"Now that I have shown myself..."

The one-eyed emperor spoke, his voice harsh and ancient, like the scraping of metal, "Today I shall take your head and return to the far west to pay homage to the fallen spirits of my valiant warrior!"

The three emperors, all at the highest level, simultaneously declared their stance, their killing intent palpable, like three collapsing heavens and earth pressing down upon Zhang Mu.

Faced with such a desperate situation, and the combined threat and covetousness of three emperors of the same level, Zhang Mu showed no fear on his face, but instead revealed an extremely contemptuous smile.

He didn't even bother to ask why Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi, with whom he had once clashed, hadn't come in person; in his view, that was no longer important.

Then, Zhang Mu slowly raised the black halberd in his hand, pointing the tip at the three people opposite him, and said, word by word, "If I kill the three of you, the hidden Emperor Realm of the Guangwu lineage should be completely wiped out!"

"Wait until you're dead..."

"Mu Zi will personally go to the far west and uproot your filthy, hidden place, turning it upside down."

Zhang Mu's words were filled with supreme confidence and an unparalleled will to dominate the world.

However, this is not the end.

After Zhang Mu finished speaking, his gaze suddenly shifted, shooting straight down into the depths of the imperial tomb.

"After watching for so long, like a hyena lurking in the shadows, haven't you had enough?!"

Zhang Mu's voice carried a strange penetrating power, directly ignoring the thick layers of earth and the barrier of the formation, and blasted into the deepest part of the imperial tomb.

"Get out here!"

"Today, I, Zhang Mu, will annihilate them all!"

As soon as he said this, the entire area above the imperial mausoleum fell silent.

Followed by.

"Boom!"

An unimaginable aura, like a primordial beast awakening from its slumber beneath the abyss, suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the imperial mausoleum!

Before the person even arrived, a strange black mist, so thick it seemed to be in a liquid state, shot into the sky.

The black mist was no ordinary yin energy; it exuded a terror that transcended death, as if it were the prelude to the end of the world and the root cause of the withering of all things.

Under Zhang Mu's gaze, the black mist surged to the ground, instantly turning the surrounding land into a black sea of ​​death.

This black ocean was calm and still, its deathly silence chilling.

However, the terrifying death aura and chilling cold that filled it were no less than that of the dwarf monster.

even.

More pure, more ancient!

"What a grand display! It's all just a farce!"

The one-eyed emperor, clad in golden armor and with flowing hair, glanced at the scene with his remaining eye, a clear look of disdain on his face.

Although the Guangwu lineage and the Imperial Mausoleum share a common enemy, Zhang Mu, this does not mean that their relationship is particularly friendly.

In their eyes, the eerie imperial tomb and its inhabitants were also restless entities.

Before Zhang Mu emerged as a variable, there were numerous clandestine clashes and bloody battles between the Guangwu lineage and this imperial tomb.

"Extravagance?"

From the edge of the black ocean came a hoarse yet majestic voice.

Its sound seemed to transcend countless ages, carrying a hint of mockery.

"That's still far better than the self-degradation of the Guangwu lineage!"

"I'm very curious..."

"When Liu Xiu, who once conquered all corners of the land at the foot of the city walls, returns from his campaigns and sees you worthless descendants wallowing in depravity, will he not fly into a rage and personally kill you all, these so-called descendants of the royal family?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three emperors of the Guangwu lineage changed drastically.

The golden-armored emperor snorted coldly and gripped the dragon sword in his hand tightly, clearly having been hit where it hurt.

next moment.

As a massive whirlpool emerged from the center of the black ocean, it was as if a gateway to another dimension had been opened.

A powerful imperial figure, wielding an ancient longsword and clad in tattered yet menacing Qin armor, emerged step by step.

As soon as this Qin armored emperor appeared, an ancient and desolate aura instantly spread out, as if taking people back to that era when he swept across the six directions and swallowed the eight wastelands.

However, what is most shocking is...

The moment the Qin emperor saw Zhang Mu's appearance clearly, an undisguised look of astonishment appeared in his eyes!

"It's you?!?"

Emperor Qin Jia couldn't help but let out a gasp, his voice filled with disbelief and a hint of... vague awe.

His shock was genuine, and judging from his appearance, it seemed that he had seen Zhang Mu before!

Seeing the exaggerated performance of the Qin armored emperor sent from the imperial tomb, Zhang Mu on the other side was now puzzled.

He was absolutely certain that he had never met this person before, let alone had any interaction with him.

Why did he make that expression?

But what shocked Zhang Mu, and indeed all the Emperor Realm experts present, even more was...

It's still to come!

After recognizing Zhang Mu's "identity," Emperor Qin Jia slowly turned his head to look at the three imperial emperors of the Guangwu lineage to the west, his eyes filled with undisguised pity.

It was a kind of pity that one felt when looking at someone who was destined to die.

"I really don't know whether this is your good fortune or your greatest misfortune!"

The voice of the Qin Emperor carried a desolate quality, as if he had seen through time and space, echoing in the deathly silence of heaven and earth.

"You have actually dared to provoke this lord..."

"In that distant, untraceable era in which I live, this great being was an unparalleled being who, single-handedly, reversed the flow of time!"

"Moreover, on that ancient and enduring city gate, he was an immortal emperor who slaughtered countless immortals, demons, and gods, never suffering a defeat!"

After saying this, the Qin Emperor slowly retreated step by step into the vortex of the black ocean, as if he dared not stand opposite Zhang Mu for too long.

Finally, in the moments before the Qin Emperor was about to completely disappear...

He seemed to suddenly remember something of utmost importance, and in an extremely solemn tone, as if carrying a certain mission, he transmitted his voice to Zhang Mu:

"The future is destined to be an invincible force atop the walls of time..."

"Please remember, we await the arrival of our supreme ruler, who is in that distant, untraceable past, waiting to meet you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the vortex closed, and the black ocean receded like the tide, disappearing into the depths of the imperial tomb.

"The fortress of time... invincible... awaits..."

Zhang Mu muttered to himself, feeling the fog surrounding him growing thicker and thicker.

And the reason for all of this.

It seems to be not someone else, but his future self.

"My future self is going to be such a troublemaker!"

After muttering a complaint to himself, Zhang Mu's gaze returned to the three Emperor Realm princes, whose faces were grim due to the disappearance of the Qin family emperor.

"Alright, all irrelevant personnel have left."

Zhang Mu raised his head, and his signature battle-ready smile reappeared on his lips.

"Now, it's time to send the three of you on your way!"

"hope!"

"You'll let me kill to my heart's content!"