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

A somber atmosphere pervaded the world.

The wind howled, whipping up countless sandstorms that turned the distant mountains a hazy yellow.

"boom!"

Without any further words, an extremely violent force exploded out.

Zhang Mu made a move!

In an instant, a unique purplish-black aura of his blood surged into the sky.

The purplish-black aura was not just simple energy, but rather a mixture of Zhang Mu's invincible fighting spirit and domineering will, which directly dyed the battlefield where Zhang Mu was located purplish-black.

This moment.

Standing at the center of this purplish-black sea of ​​energy, Zhang Mu's eyes were arrogant and his long hair was wildly dancing. He looked like a demon lord who had stepped out of an ancient myth, ruling the world and suppressing all directions.

The mysterious patterns on the halberd lit up, emitting a sharp edge capable of cleaving through space, with a chilling killing intent flowing within, as if it were ready to drink the blood of its enemies at any moment.

"kill!!!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Mu locked onto the one among the three whom he loathed the most—a dwarf monster whose aura was sinister and whose body was shrouded in a thick stench of blood and resentment, no longer resembling a human.

The other two emperors, though fallen, at least still retained their human form.

Zhang Mu felt his eyes were being defiled and his heart was filled with disgust at the sight of this dwarf monster.

Since that's the case, let's send him to his next life as soon as possible!

"That guy in Qinling is afraid of you, but we don't care!"

Looking at Zhang Mu like this, the one-eyed, golden-armored emperor roared in anger.

A blinding golden light burst forth from his only remaining eye, and the golden dragon sword in his hand rang out with a clang. The dazzling sword light was like golden dragons soaring into the sky, and killing intent filled the heavens.

Perhaps influenced by the words of the departing Qin Emperor…

Knowing Zhang Mu's strength, he did not choose to confront the black halberd with the power to destroy the world head-on. Instead, he flashed and used a spatial secret technique to appear behind Zhang Mu without warning.

The golden dragon sword aimed directly at his vital point in the back of his heart, ruthless and precise.

"Good! Let's finish this quickly, then we'll slaughter that arrogant Taoist who dared to challenge Heaven and Earth!"

The emperor, clad in a scholar's cap, nodded, a cold smile on his face.

The imperial weapon book above his head suddenly burst forth with boundless crimson light, a light that was both dazzling and sinister, as if it were cast from the blood of billions of living beings.

The pages turned, and crimson light intertwined and condensed in the void, finally transforming into a vast army that surrounded and attacked Zhang Mu.

Those soldiers who were transformed from blood-red light, even the weakest of them had reached the Martial Phase Realm.

The number is in the tens of thousands, overwhelming.

The aura emanating from the three generals at the forefront was even more terrifying.

They had all reached the peak of the half-step Emperor Realm, wielding blood-red spears and giant axes, exuding murderous intent.

These were all powerful figures who had died at the hands of the Confucian Emperor. After their deaths, their souls were imprisoned and their bodies were refined, becoming blood-path weapon puppets in this imperial weapon manual, never to be reincarnated.

"Gah... I'll kill you! I'll chew your flesh to pieces, crush your bones inch by inch, and extract your soul to burn in the earth's fire for a thousand years!"

Seeing his two companions make the first move, the dwarf monster could no longer suppress his bloodthirsty rage.

He faced Zhang Mu's palpable killing intent head-on, but instead of backing down, his face was filled with a morbid and frenzied excitement.

He roared, his voice sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl.

"Pfft!"

The next moment, a disgusting scene unfolded.

Suddenly, the dwarf monster stretched out its withered, chicken-claw-like hands and plunged them viciously into its own abdomen.

There were no screams, only the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart.

He actually pulled a palm-sized black box out of his own abdominal cavity!

The box was made of neither gold nor wood; it was entirely black and exuded a suffocating chill and an ominous aura.

At the same time, a bloody hole appeared in the dwarf monster's abdomen, from which flowed not bright red blood, but thick and foul-smelling black filth.

however.

The monster seemed completely oblivious to pain and the passing of life, staring intently at the black box he held in his hands, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

The black box seemed to come alive the moment it appeared, greedily absorbing the black, foul blood flowing from the dwarf monster's wounds.

As the blood was absorbed, the black light flowed across the surface of the box, and it began to expand and deform continuously.

Then, it was no longer a regular square; the edges became blurred, as if some living thing was wriggling inside.

Until the expansion completely stops...

That was nowhere near the size of a palm—it was a black box!

It was clearly a pitch-black coffin large enough to completely enclose an adult!

The coffin reeked of a strong musty, rotten smell and an indescribable sense of foreboding.

Countless twisted runes appeared on the surface of the coffin, like some kind of evil sacrificial script. Just one glance at them would sting one's soul, as if one were about to be sucked in.

Thick, black liquid, carrying a pungent stench of decay, continuously seeped from between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

This is not some kind of magical artifact at all; it's more like a passage to hell, a container used to hold filth and death.

"Swallow him!"

"Refine him into blood, make him a part of my power!"

The dwarf monster pointed its blood-stained finger madly at Zhang Mu, who was charging towards it.

He himself climbed onto the ominous coffin using both his hands and feet, his body seemingly melting away, half of his body merging into the coffin.

His life force quickly merged with the cold, deathly aura of the coffin, as if he were the coffin and the coffin were him, achieving a strange symbiotic state.

Gazing at the dwarf monster who had dedicated his body and soul to this evil entity, turning himself into something neither human nor ghost, the killing intent in Zhang Mu's eyes grew even more intense, like ice that had stood for millennia.

This self-degrading and disrespectful behavior has crossed his bottom line.

"Sending you on your way!"

Without any fancy moves, Zhang Mu leaped into the air, his body shooting into the sky like a cannonball, ignoring the golden dragon sword behind him that was about to pierce his heart, and also ignoring the blood-path puppets surging towards him like a tide.

His figure traced a thunderous trajectory in mid-air.

The next instant, with immense force, he stomped heavily on the dark coffin whose lid had not yet been fully opened!

"Thump!"

The dull, deafening roar, like the beating of a heavenly drum, shook the entire battlefield violently.

The surface of the coffin flickered violently with black light, as if it could not withstand the domineering force of the trampling.

"Remember to be born into a better family in your next life!"

Zhang Mu's voice was cold and domineering. He raised the halberd, which resembled a black dragon, high in his hand and then brought it down in a downward slash.

The halberd's sharpness was condensed to the extreme, as if it could sever cause and effect and split the cycle of reincarnation.

Below, there was the dwarf monster, half of whose body had merged with the coffin, and who was showing a maniacal grin.

"Hehehe... Foolish!"

"As long as the coffin remains, I will not die! How can you kill me?!"

He was full of confidence in his fusion with the coffin.

In his view, this coffin was his strongest trump card, almost indestructible.

He simply couldn't believe that the black halberd in Zhang Mu's hand could break through the coffin's defenses, let alone harm him, who was one with the coffin.

However, the moment he finished speaking, something unexpected happened.

The crimson sun that had been orbiting Zhang Mu's side suddenly trembled!

Within the blazing sun burst forth thousands of sacred rainbow rays, like strands of celestial light, filled with a vast, majestic, and righteous aura.

These rainbow lights seem to be the purest positive energy in the world, capable of purifying all evil and suppressing all misfortune.

Then, rainbow light cascaded down like a waterfall, instantly pouring into the black battle halberd that Zhang Mu held high!

Blessed by this sacred rainbow light, the originally domineering and fierce black halberd now radiated a strange light that was black with a hint of red and intertwined with both sacredness and demonic nature.

The patterns on the halberd became clearer and brighter, emanating a terrifying aura capable of judging the heavens and shattering all laws.

"kill!"

With a soft shout from Zhang Mu, the black halberd, carrying an unstoppable force, slashed down with the force of thunder!

The dwarf monster's maniacal smile froze instantly; he felt an unimaginable force lock onto him.

That was the power of rules, the power of the Great Dao, a power that his coffin could never withstand!

"Snap!"

A crisp yet terrifying cracking sound rang out.

The black halberd's sharp edge sliced ​​through the dwarf monster's protective evil aura as easily as cutting tofu. Then, in the dwarf monster's terrified gaze, the halberd fell directly down!

One strike!

Just one strike!

The pitch-black coffin, which the dwarf monster regarded as a means to immortality, along with his upper body, which was half-integrated into his body.

Before he could even let out a scream, he was completely cleaved in two by the halberd.

The smooth cross-section resembles a mirror cut by a divine weapon.

However, even though its body and coffin were split open, the dwarf monster did not die immediately.

At the broken surface of the coffin, countless fine, wriggling lines of flesh and blood, like maggots, appeared.

These patterns are full of vitality; they are growing wildly, trying to reconnect the broken coffin in two and repair themselves.

"A desperate resistance!"

Zhang Mu snorted coldly, not even bothering to look at the monster struggling to revive.

With a thought, the blazing sun surrounding him instantly cast down countless even more intense rays of rainbow light.

These rainbow lights, as if possessing a spirit, shone precisely on the cross-section of the coffin, which was being frantically repaired.

Just like fire meeting boiling oil!

The moment the sacred rainbow light touched the flesh and blood patterns filled with evil and filth, it immediately triggered a violent reaction.

The writhing flesh and blood seemed to have met their nemesis, emitting hissing black smoke under the rainbow light.

Then, with a loud "boom," the entire coffin, along with the remains of the half-dwarf monster, was instantly ignited by a sacred, crimson-gold flame!

"Aaaaaah!"

A heart-wrenching and agonizing scream instantly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

That was the agonizing wail of the dwarf monster.

His face was contorted on the surface of the burning coffin, filled with pain, fear, and resentment.

Holy flames scorched his flesh and soul, subjecting him to the most terrible torment in the world.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Help me...you two, please help me!"

The dwarf monster pleaded desperately for help from his two companions.

Zhang Mu ignored his wailing.

Because at this moment, the golden dragon sword of the one-eyed golden-armored emperor had already pierced his heart like a venomous snake, just inches away!

He could even feel the chilling killing intent emanating from the tip of the sword.

"It's done!"

A gleam of wild joy erupted from the one remaining eye of the one-eyed, golden-armored emperor.

He couldn't believe that Zhang Mu was so arrogant, completely ignoring his sneak attack in order to kill that dwarf monster.

In his view, even if Zhang Mu possessed extraordinary abilities, he would absolutely not be able to dodge his long-planned, deadly sword strike at this distance.

Victory seemed to be within reach!

but.

At that critical moment, it seemed as if time itself was frozen.

An even more ancient, profound, and terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the center of the battlefield without warning.

This aura contains pure demonic power, seemingly capable of stirring up all negative emotions in the world, making one's soul tremble and one's blood seem to stop flowing.

The Black Moon has moved!

The black moon, which had been quietly surrounding Zhang Mu like a deep black hole, finally revealed its terrifying corner!

The surface of the black moon rippled slightly, like waves on water.

then.

A long, pale hand, seemingly containing the power to destroy the world, slowly emerged from the deep black moon!

The hand moved slowly, even with a calm and elegant demeanor.

It seemed to ignore the barrier of space and appeared directly in front of the golden dragon sword's blade.

Then, to the utter astonishment of the one-eyed, golden-armored emperor, only two fingers of that hand were extended!

Just gently pinch it between your index and middle fingers!

"Ding!"

A crisp, long metallic clang rang out, like the resounding toll of a great bell, echoing across the battlefield.

The hand that emerged from the black moon managed to firmly grasp the unparalleled golden dragon sword with just two fingers.

The sword strike abruptly stopped.

The golden light, sword energy, and killing intent on the sword seemed to vanish into thin air, instantly absorbed and dissolved by that pale hand, disappearing without a trace!

The ecstatic joy on the face of the one-eyed, golden-armored emperor instantly turned into unbelievable fear.

He felt that his sword was not being held between two fingers, but rather firmly imprisoned by a whole world.

He tried to unleash all his imperial power to break free, but found that he could not budge an inch no matter what he did.

That's fine.

The one-eyed, golden-armored emperor felt his golden dragon sword groaning, on the verge of disintegrating.

"You want to kill me...?"

A deep, magnetic voice, yet imbued with boundless majesty and demonic power, drifted from the black moon.

As if from another era, another world: "Did you ask me, Your Majesty?"

"A bunch of depraved wretches dare to appear in this world? Fine, since I've encountered them, I'll deal with them all!"