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

Rock fragments tumbled down the cliff face, and the body of the Han general, who had been pierced by Zhang Mu's halberd, broke free from the rubble.

Compared to its pristine state when it was first taken out of the coffin...

The black iron scale armor that the Han general's body was wearing was now dented in large areas, and even the black mist that was wrapped around him had been shaken apart by Zhang Mu's previous attack.

Such injuries would at least cause internal organ damage and half a life loss to a normal living being.

however.

The Han general's corpse seemed to feel no pain; his eyes, devoid of any white, remained fixed on Zhang Mu.

"kill!"

The Han general's corpse, having broken free, kicked off the rock wall with both legs, and the eight-sided Han sword, emitting a dark sword light, thrust straight at Zhang Mu.

below.

The 365 mounted warrior figures arranged in a celestial battle formation also moved in sync.

Under their control, the deathly aura surging from the black mist, transformed by the battle array patterns, suddenly turned into thirty-six black dragons with horns on their heads, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Zhang Mu at the center of the great array.

"profound?"

"There's even coordination between their attacks?"

Zhang Mu raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He originally thought that the cavalry terracotta warriors, which hadn't actually made a move since their appearance, would just become spectators who would only inflict debuffs on him in tonight's great battle.

Unexpectedly, they also have this kind of combined battle formation technique.

"good!"

"but."

"You can't take me down with these."

Zhang Mu made a comment with great interest.

Faced with the combined attack of the two, his solution was simple.

Zhang Mu held his halberd in one hand to his side, and before the black dragon of death and the sword from the Han general's corpse could reach him, he began to spin in mid-air.

The surging blood energy surged outwards from the blade of the halberd, transforming into streaks of crimson light.

The moment the sword light from the Han general's corpse touched the halberd light erupting around Zhang Mu, it was already blasted away.

The thirty-six black dragons, baring their fangs and claws, rose into the air and roared as they pounced on Zhang Mu; their situation was equally dire.

Like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.

Wherever the crimson light reaches, the black dragons of deathly energy that collide with it will be cut in half at the waist.

They hadn't even gotten within ten zhang of Zhang Mu below...

The black dragon, which had been cut into several pieces, turned into wisps of black mist and vanished in an instant.

At this time.

Zhang Mu's spinning figure slowly came to a stop.

His eyes were clear, and he showed no sign of dizziness whatsoever.

Zhang Mu ignored the 365 mounted warrior figures that, even though they had formed a battle formation, were not considered a threat by him. His attention remained focused on the corpse of the Han general he had just defeated.

This time.

Zhang Mu was the first to move.

Gazing at the Han general's corpse, which had just regained its footing in mid-air, Zhang Mu, halberd in hand, pressed down from above.

Seemingly sensing Zhang Mu's terror, the Han general's corpse hurriedly raised his sword to defend himself.

however.

In the very instant their swords clashed...

But then Zhang Mu flicked his wrist, and the black halberd slashed out diagonally, striking the spine of the Han sword precisely.

"Clang!"

The piercing clang of metal against metal resounded throughout.

The immense force that erupted from the halberd sent the eight-sided Han sword held by the Han general's corpse flying.

The Han general's corpse seemed to have not expected this scene. Being at a disadvantage in the fight, he immediately tried to distance himself from Zhang Mu and prepare to retrieve the Han sword to fight again.

but.

Zhang Mu would never give him another chance to make a move.

Before the corpse could make a move, Zhang Mu suddenly lunged forward.

With lightning speed, she appeared in front of him, reached out her left hand, and grabbed his neck.

Ignoring the struggles of the Han general's corpse, Zhang Mu handled it as if he were holding a disobedient pet.

"Your resurrection seems to be entirely due to the strange black mist you absorbed from that black jade coffin."

"What if Maki obliterates the deathly aura formed from the eerie black mist within your body?"

Zhang Mu stared at the face of the Han general's corpse, and an absurd yet increasingly feasible idea uncontrollably arose in his mind.

After Lu Bu's blood energy is exhausted in his berserk state, he can still forcibly exit the demonic state.

Perhaps we can try this method on the corpse of the Han general before us.

Even if we fail...

Ok.

It wasn't Zhang Mu who died.

next moment.

The scalding, powerful blood energy, like a raging torrent, flowed from Zhang Mu's palm, which was gripping the corpse general's neck, and poured into the limbs, bones, and veins of the Han general's corpse with overwhelming force.

In an instant.

The body of the Han general, who was still struggling, suddenly began to tremble violently.

He was like a piece of cold iron thrown into a raging fire, his entire body convulsing wildly.

The dark, deathly aura that clung to his body, preventing his corpse from decaying, was completely extinguished when it encountered Zhang Mu's pure, masculine, and vigorous life force...

The sizzling, anxious sound continued incessantly.

Through the skin of the Han general's corpse, Zhang Mu saw black mist and crimson blood mist intertwining, tearing, and colliding wildly between the gaps in his flesh.

then.

It seems they couldn't bear this inhuman torture.

A mournful wail, completely unlike anything a living person could utter, continuously flowed from between the tightly clenched teeth of the Han general's corpse.

The voice was hoarse, as if carrying endless pain and struggle.

This is not a lament of destruction.

Instead, it was two completely opposing forces fiercely battling within a corpse that had been silent for an unknown period of time.

Zhang Mu's blood and energy are vibrant, ever-renewing life force, a powerful and righteous vitality.

The black mist and deathly energy that nourished the corpse generals were like a cold, lifeless, and ghostly force capable of corrupting all things.

Life washes away death, and death counterattacks against life.

The two forces were fiercely fighting over the mangled body, which created this scene of the corpse wailing.

Zhang Mu ignored the wailing of the Han general's corpse.

The current state of the Han general's corpse confirmed one thing for him:

This corpse itself has no ability to transform and absorb blood essence.

The blood energy absorption force he felt when his blood energy avatar pierced through the black jade coffin was probably caused by the strange black mist or the black jade coffin itself.

The wailing lasted for about half an incense stick's time before the sharp, piercing sound gradually disappeared.

Zhang Mu looked at the corpse of the Han general...

Suddenly, the deathly blackness that had enveloped the Han general's eyes was slowly fading away at a visible speed under the constant cleansing of his blood energy.

For the first time before Zhang Mu, those empty, soulless eyes shone with the luster of a living being.

A deep sense of bewilderment first filled his eyes.

It was as if a soul that had been asleep for a thousand years had suddenly awakened, unable to distinguish what day it was or where it was.

Obviously.

Life and death were still fiercely battling within the Han general's corpse, pulling at his remaining soul and preventing him from quickly regaining his memories from his previous life.

Seeing this scene.

Zhang Mu further intensified the infusion of blood and qi into the Han general's corpse.

A short while later.

The Han general's stiff facial muscles twitched slightly, and his face was no longer just cold and ruthless.

Instead, it evoked a complex mix of human emotions, including grief, resentment, and melancholy.

Under Zhang Mu's gaze...

The Han general, whose lips were dry and cracked, slowly opened and closed, uttering a series of broken, indistinct, and hoarse words.

"Huo Qubing...you deserve to die..."

"Huo Qubing... so... you're dead too..."

"I was right beside you when you died..."

"I regret... that I was unable to... destroy the Xiongnu... Father... your son... is gone first..."

The Han general's soft, fragmented murmurs drifted away, a few light words that filled Zhang Mu, who was gripping his neck in mid-air, with utter confusion.

Huo Qubing?

Could the person before me be related to Huo Qubing?

What kind of hatred could cause this Han general, whose body remained incorrupt after death and whose combat strength had reached the Martial Prime realm, to awaken his remaining consciousness and, immediately forget his country and his own life, repeatedly mutter the name of Huo Qubing?

Also.

Judging from what he said...

It seems that behind Huo Qubing's death, he, as the underworld general of the imperial tomb, was also sent to participate in the strangulation of Huo Qubing.

So.

Who was this Han general in his lifetime?

Countless thoughts surged through Zhang Mu's mind.

He initially thought it was just an ancient corpse warrior controlled by death energy, retaining only the instinct to kill.

Unexpected.

Behind this lies such a hidden, long-standing story.

This instantly made his true identity shrouded in mystery.

Suppressing his surprise, Zhang Mu was about to suppress his bloodlust and ask further questions, hoping to pry more clues out of the awakened remnant soul and find out its true identity.

But at this very moment...

A sudden change has occurred!

The remaining death energy within the Han general's body rapidly dissipated and vanished like a tidal wave.

The Han general's body, now devoid of life force, could no longer maintain its perfectly upright and well-preserved appearance.

Visible signs of aging and decay suddenly swept over his entire body!

His once plump flesh and blood withered, shrank, and wrinkled at an extremely rapid pace.

The smooth skin quickly lost all its luster and moisture, becoming dry and sallow, with layers of wrinkles covering the face and neck, like withered old wood.

Her once jet-black hair, tied up in a bun, had lost its ink color, becoming dry, brittle, and messy.

Each strand of hair is so fragile, as if it would break and scatter with a gust of wind.

His once tall and well-proportioned figure rapidly became thin and hunched over. The black iron scale armor that had once fit him perfectly now hung loosely on his withered body, looking completely out of place.

In just two breaths.

The once menacing corpse of the Han general has been completely transformed into a frail, decaying, and ancient corpse.

"Um?"

"How could that be?"

Zhang Mu didn't want the Yin General he had finally captured to perish like this.

He immediately stopped the infusion of blood and qi, intending to throw it back into the black jade coffin.

They planned to wait until he replenished his life force and regained his youthful state before extracting some secrets from him.

however.

Before Zhang Mu could take any action...

He saw the man, who briefly regained consciousness and then instantly aged, struggle to open his mouth.

"I...do not want...to be enslaved!"

"I long...I long for...a peaceful death!"

Looking into the eyes of the aged Han general, Zhang Mu saw a look of longing.

He wanted Zhang Mu to give him a way out.

Instead of returning to that dark, sunless coffin of black jade, where they would still be enslaved and driven after death.