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

Under the high sky.

Having avenged his blood feud in one battle, Lü Bu went mad, bathed in blood, and resembled a demon.

Above ground.

The mangled body of Tan Shihuai fell to the ground.

This powerful Xianbei ruler, who dominated the northern regions of the Han Dynasty and reigned supreme for his time, ultimately met a tragic end, his body torn in two and his blood spilled on the grasslands.

In the deathly silence, just when everyone thought that Lu Bu, driven mad by his demonic nature, would continue his rampage...

But the violent bloodlust, savage intent, and burning demonic flames on his body were rapidly dissipating.

Even the dark, ferocious-looking Asura demonic patterns covering its entire body.

It is also visibly fading, discoloring, and disappearing into the skin.

Those scarlet, pitch-black, madman's eyes, devoid of any white, gradually returned to normal, leaving only deep weariness, emptiness, and the relief of having avenged their blood feud.

Then, Lü Bu staggered.

Swaying precariously, he could barely maintain his airborne position, and his body crashed straight down towards the mangled remains of Tan Shihuai below.

In the previous battles, Lu Bu had recklessly burned his vital energy, overdrawn his physical body, and unleashed his boundless killing intent, resulting in a berserk state that had driven him to the brink of madness. This had already left Lu Bu exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

The fading of his madness was not because Lu Bu's reason triumphed over his demonic nature.

Rather, it was not allowed by Lü Bu's body, which was almost devoid of vital energy and blood.

Just like when a person loses a certain amount of blood, they will no longer feel pain.

His skin and flesh were stiff and constricted, his meridians were empty, and his tendons and bones were covered with scars. This was Lü Bu in his current state.

After World War I, he was no different from a cripple.

He's so useless that he can't even maintain a madman state.

"Fengxian!"

Zhang Mu could easily see that Lü Bu was in a state of utter exhaustion, and with a thought, he was about to step forward and catch Lü Bu's falling body.

however.

He had barely flown a few feet into the air when a faster figure overtook him, using his vital energy to slow Lu Bu's descent and suspend his body in mid-air.

The figure did not try to catch it with its hands.

It was as if they were afraid that the violent impact and tremor would cause secondary trauma to Lü Bu.

"You're absolutely outrageous!"

"Is this sandalwood tree worth risking your life to perish with, Fengxian?"

With his back to Zhang Mu, he reprimanded Lü Bu, his tone a mixture of doting and helplessness.

As they were talking.

The man didn't stop what he was doing.

Strands of rich, vibrant energy surged from the man's palm.

Then, using a secret technique that Zhang Mu couldn't see through, it was channeled into Lü Bu's heart, barely maintaining Lü Bu's life and keeping him on his last breath.

It was at this time that...

Zhang Mu, who was a step behind, came up to see the face of the person who had made the move.

The newcomer had white hair and beard, a youthful face despite his white hair, and eyes that revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life, yet he also possessed an extraordinary and refined air.

At first glance, he looks like an ordinary old man who poses no threat whatsoever.

But somehow.

But a voice inside Zhang Mu told him...

If he were to actually face off against this white-haired old man, his fate might not be any better than that of Lü Bu, whose life or death is currently unknown.

Tong Yuan?

still is……

After determining that this person was a friend rather than an enemy, Zhang Mu secretly began to speculate about his identity.

"You've come at the perfect time, young man!"

"I need to use my vital energy to keep my nephew alive for the time being, so I can't be distracted for now."

"I would be grateful if you could help me return to Phoenix Mountain in Changshan County."

"When we get there..."

"With the help of a thousand-year-old blood ginseng that I obtained by chance from the land of Changbai Mountain and Heilongjiang in Liaodong, Fengxian might be able to survive."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Zhang Mu immediately understood his identity.

Changshan Prefecture, Phoenix Mountain.

This person must be Tong Yuan.

Only this legendary spearman from the late Han Dynasty, who was on good terms with Li Yan, would address Li Yan's apprentice Lü Bu as his nephew.

"good!"

Having not participated in many major battles, Zhang Mu, whose blood energy was abundant, finished speaking. As soon as he did, a blood-red dragon emerged from his released blood energy, appearing beneath Tong Yuan and Lü Bu's bodies and supporting the two of them.

After doing all this, Zhang Mu did not leave immediately.

Instead, they turned their gaze to the broken remains of the sandalwood tree, now divided in two.

Although Tan Shihuai is dead, his body was, after all, a "royal body" that had stepped into the half-step Overlord Realm.

Zhang Mu, who was always frugal and hardworking, would never be so wasteful.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Mu sucked on the wolf flag lying on the ground with his palm.

They decided to use this flag to wrap the remains of Tan Shihuai and leave them for later disposal after leaving the area.

According to Zhang Mu's estimate...

If all the remaining bones and blood in these two severed bodies could be extracted, a considerable amount of Qi Luck Pills could surely be refined.

He had not forgotten what Lu Bu had told him before: the Qi Luck Pill, which could help people break through to the Martial Phase Realm, required the blood of a foreign royal descendant as a catalyst.

In Zhang Mu's view, the blood of the king of Tan Shihuai was more than qualified.

however.

Before Zhang Mu could kindly help Tan Shihuai "collect the body," Tong Yuan, who was holding Lü Bu's life in the balance, suddenly spoke up.

"Young friend!"

"Take my advice: do not touch Tan Shihuai's body. Leave it here and someone will collect it for you."

Tong Yuan's words left Zhang Mu somewhat confused.

He knew perfectly well that if he didn't collect Tan Shihuai's body, the Xianbei Chanyu Helian, who was maintaining the Supreme Blood Qi Battle Formation in the distance, would collect his old father's body instead.

But if that happens...

Tan Shihuai was alive, so he could not collect his body.

Tan Shihuai died, and he was still unable to collect his body.

So, if we calculate it this way...

Didn't Tan Shihuai die in vain? Didn't he come for nothing?

"Mr. Tong, I don't quite understand what you're saying?"

As Zhang Mu retorted to Tong Yuan, the wolf flag, under his control, had already lifted the two halves of Tan Shihuai's corpse and sent them flying, landing steadily on top of the Blood Qi True Dragon.

"Don't quite understand?"

Tong Yuan looked at the mangled corpse of Tan Shihuai, which had already landed on the body of the Blood Qi True Dragon, and shook his head helplessly, saying, "You'll understand when you run into those corpse collectors later."

"Please remember this, young friend."

"If those people really come to claim the body, do not engage in conflict with them."

"otherwise……"

"You will suffer a great calamity."

Zhang Mu was even more confused by Tong Yuan's admonition.

What kind of corpse collector has such abilities that even the legendary gun master Tong Yuan is wary of them?

Zhang Mu really wanted to keep asking.

But seeing that Tong Yuan seemed unwilling to say more about the matter, he had no choice but to give up the idea.

"Fengxiao!"

See you another day!

Zhang Mu didn't forget that his close friend Guo Jia had come to help him, and he called out to him before leaving.

Guo Jia rolled his eyes at Zhang Mu's parting words.

"It's best not to see him!"

"Every time I see you, Jia has a feeling that nothing good is coming."

Without giving Zhang Mu a chance to refute, Guo Jia's Yin Soul was directly extracted from the corpse puppet of the Golden Wolf Guard commander, which he controlled.

His departure.

The numerous corpse puppets that were locked in fierce combat with the Xianbei Supreme Blood Qi Battle Formation seemed to have lost their power, and their corpses collapsed limply to the ground.

This sudden and astonishing turn of events left the Xianbei Chanyu and Lian stunned.

however.

Before he could even turn his gaze to Zhang Mu, who was about to leave...

Zhang Mu then formed his palms into a blade and casually slashed at the flat area in front of the Supreme Blood Qi Battle Formation, channeling his blood energy.

"boom!"

As the palm strike landed, a ravine spanning a hundred feet was formed.

"He Lian!"

"Stay here quietly and never entertain the thought of invading the Han territory in this lifetime."

"otherwise."

"Mu, I wouldn't mind following Fengxian's example today, making another trip to this royal court, and sending another Chanyu on his way."

As Zhang Mu finished speaking, he didn't even glance at the Xianbei Chanyu's face, which was changing from blue to purple.

As the true dragon of blood energy roared proudly...

Zhang Mu carried Tong Yuan and Lü Bu, whose fate was unknown, straight towards Changshan County.