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

You, Zhang Mu, were eavesdropping, which was embarrassing. You even confessed to trying to abduct your junior brother, Zhao Yun!

In the end.

Instead of being polite, you end up being seen as impolite?

Even though Zhang Renrao, Tong Yuan's eldest disciple, was known for his composure, he was instantly overwhelmed by Zhang Mu's "unique" act of falsely accusing someone, just like Garen who immediately rushed in with a Last Whisper.

How could this person do such a thing?

At the very least, one shouldn't act like that, nor should one.

Is there no law left?!

He, Zhang Gongfu, had never seen anything like this before...

Zhang Ren's emotions surged like a turbulent tide, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

Looking at Zhang Mu's mocking smile, he realized for the first time that his mental cultivation was somewhat lacking.

Zhang Ren discovered.

So-called composure is nothing but a joke in the face of true shamelessness.

But in the end.

Zhang Ren held back.

"So it's Brother Zhang, you're back? Where's my master?"

Zhang Ren slowly stood up, without responding to Zhang Mu's unreasonable accusations.

Because he figured it out.

Zhang Mu, a young man not much older than him, was strong, but his personality was also full of wicked humor, and he didn't care about his own strong demeanor at all.

"Boring!"

Upon seeing Zhang Ren, he did not give him the chance to continue "teasing and challenging" him.

Zhang Mu casually tossed a corner of the black jade coffin and two broken swords he had brought back onto the floor of the hall before glancing at the other two little ones.

"Your master..."

"Faced with those standing and mounted war terracotta warriors, those Yin generals who can return to fight even after death, I, who am young and strong, am fine, so how could I, who am old and frail, be harmed?"

Zhang Mu should have kept his words to himself.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ren, Zhang Xiu, and Zhao Yun's hearts clenched again.

"Brother Zhang, what exactly is Master Yun...?"

Zhao Yun's worry was evident on his face.

He looked behind Zhang Mu, hoping to catch a glimpse of his master, Tong Yuan, who would appear shortly afterward.

"Alright, I won't scare you anymore."

"After the night march of the terracotta warriors, your teacher parted ways with Mu and went south to find Hua Tuo. He asked me to tell you that he will be back by tomorrow evening at the latest."

"So you don't need to worry."

"Oh, right, he also specifically instructed..."

"Until he returns, you must serve Mu well, listen to Mu in everything, and never be disrespectful to me."

In the end, Zhang Mu's gaze fell on Zhang Ren with a smile.

Zhang Mu was determined to acquire Zhang Ren, the future spear king of Sichuan.

He didn't mind using words to test Zhang Ren's composure and resilience, and whether he truly possessed the qualities of a great general as he had in his previous life.

If you can't even handle his slightly sarcastic teasing...

At best, he can only become one of his henchmen in the future.

Feeling the wicked look in Zhang Mu's eyes, Zhang Ren didn't know what to say.

This top disciple of the gun god was certain:

The last thing Zhang Mu said was undoubtedly a fabrication he made up under the guise of his mentor Tong Yuan, as revenge for Zhang Ren's previous slander against Zhang Mu.

At that moment, a cry of surprise and the sound of a stone hitting the ground rang out simultaneously.

"hiss!"

"It's so cool!"

"Brother Zhang, what exactly is this dark stone you brought back? Xiu just touched it and felt like she had fallen into a freezing hell, her blood was about to freeze."

It turned out that while Zhang Mu's attention was focused on Zhang Ren, Zhang Xiu, driven by curiosity, picked up a corner of the black jade coffin that Zhang Mu had brought back.

The chilling aura emanating from the corner of the stone coffin, permeated by years of black mist and deathly energy, made Zhang Xiu, at this moment, tremble like a startled kitten.

You mean it...?

Zhang Mu didn't look at the corner of the black jade coffin that had fallen to the ground. Instead, he walked over to Zhang Xiu and picked up her hand, which had turned blue from the coldness of the coffin penetrating her body.

A gentle surge of blood energy erupted from Zhang Mu's hand, dissolving the lingering chill on Zhang Xiu's hand.

"It was just a corner of the coffin that Mu had cut off with his weapon."

Zhang Mu spoke casually, and in the time it took to say just one sentence, the chilling aura that had been clinging to Zhang Xiu's hands was completely dispelled by him.

"That's all?"

Zhang Xiu looked down at his right hand, which had lost all its chill, and then looked at Zhang Mu with an expression of utter disbelief.

What kind of powerful figure was buried in that coffin, that even a martial arts expert at the Gathering Qi Realm like himself couldn't withstand the chill emanating from just a corner of it?

"Brother Zhang, what kind of powerful opponent were you facing in the early hours of the morning?!"

Zhang Xiu's expression was filled with a thirst for knowledge.

He hadn't forgotten what Zhang Mu had just mentioned about the standing war terracotta warriors, the mounted war terracotta warriors, and the Yin generals who would return to fight again.

"Are you curious?"

Zhang Mu asked Zhang Xiu with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiu's head nearly popped out like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Where are you two?"

Zhang Ren remained silent, while Zhao Yun nodded heavily.

"Haha, since you want to hear it, I will tell you."

"Firstly, it will broaden your horizons, and secondly, it will serve as a warning to you."

Zhang Mu strode toward the table where Zhang Ren had been sitting.

at the same time.

His body pulsated with vitality, instantly drying out any remaining moisture on his clothes.

After settling down.

Zhang Mu didn't care whether the tea on the table had been drunk by someone else. He was already very thirsty after the battle, so he picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hmm! This tea is alright."

After making a comment, Zhang Mu went straight to the topic Zhang Xiu wanted to hear most.

He began to recount, "The great battle tonight will begin with three thousand unmanned, yet lifelike, standing war terracotta warriors emerging from the surging black mist above the water..."

Regarding the terracotta warriors' nighttime march, Zhang Mu chose to describe it truthfully.

He neither exaggerated his own strength nor downplayed the horror of the situations he encountered.

This was different from his previous attempts to pressure and test Zhang Ren.

After all, those jokes were harmless; at most, they only made Zhang Ren feel a little defensive.

If Zhang Mu were to conceal or exaggerate the matter of the terracotta warriors' nighttime march, and this caused a misunderstanding, then these three brothers would face certain death if they encountered each other in the future.

As night deepened, the story continued.

At first, when Zhang Xiu heard about the terracotta warriors, the giant terracotta warriors carrying coffins, and the terracotta warriors on horseback appearing...

He would also let out gasps of surprise.

Zhang Ren and Zhao Yun were also completely absorbed in Zhang Mu's story.

But when Zhang Mu recounted the latter half of the story, about the stone coffin's owner dying and then passing away again, and hearing that the black mist had transformed into a gate, with the silhouette of the Qin Emperor appearing on the gate and coming back to life...

The entire main hall of the villa was completely silent.

Zhang Ren, Zhang Xiu, and Zhao Yun fell into deep thought.

If they were in Zhang Mu's position, could they really handle that strange black mist?

Silent.

The three exchanged a glance, and the answer they came up with left them speechless.

Absolutely not!

and so.

A question simultaneously arose in the minds of Zhang Ren, Zhang Xiu, and Zhao Yun:

Just how strong is Brother Zhang Mu, who is sitting here with a smile, telling them about the night march of the terracotta warriors and how he was perfectly fine after the battle?

Every story eventually comes to an end.

About half an hour later, Zhang Mu stopped making noise.

He looked at Zhang Ren and the other two, who, after listening to his story, were as wilted as eggplants after a frost...

He raised his hand and, in a rather annoyed manner, gently patted the back of each of the three people's heads.

"Speaking of which..."

"What are you three brothers up to, so discouraged!"

"It's too early for three kids who haven't even reached the Martial Aspect Realm to worry about such strange things. Even if you do encounter such strange things in the future..."

"Hehe, say hello to Mu."

"Even if Mu is at the ends of the earth, he will come with his halberd to help you out."

"But if you are defeated before Mu arrives and are carried away in coffins by the terracotta warriors and ghost generals, then you'd better pray that you can be like the Han general's corpse I just mentioned, and return as a ghost general to fight again, and then meet me."

"For the sake of our friendship today..."

"Yes, the pastor will beat the demon generals you have transformed into to death, and then send you to liberation and rebirth."

"If you briefly regain consciousness then, your lingering resentment will return..."

"Don't rush to make your final arrangements; remember to thank me first!"

Zhang Ren: "..."

Zhang Xiu: "..."

Zhao Yun: "..."

The good news is.

After Zhang Mu said this, the heavy feeling in the hearts of the three brothers vanished instantly.

The bad news is...

The heaviness was gone, but I felt even more frustrated and resentful.

"Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and asked earnestly, "Can you tell me about your strength? How powerful are you?"

"How does he compare to Senior Brother Xiu?"

Instead of using himself as an example, Zhang Xiu chose his eldest brother Zhang Ren, the strongest of the three brothers who was only a step away from the Martial Prime Realm, as an analogy.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu slowly extended one finger.

"What? Your strength is enough to defeat a hundred of my senior brothers?"

Zhang Xiu exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiu felt a chill run through his body.

He looked at his senior brother, Zhang Ren.

The senior brother's gaze was like a knife, as if he wanted to skin him alive on the spot, which startled him so much that he quickly shrank his neck.

"One hundred?"

Zhang Mu was amused by the interaction between the two fellow disciples, and he shook the finger that was raised.

"Zijin, what does Mu mean...?"

"Whether you have a hundred or ten thousand senior brothers, Mu will keep fighting!"

"Those who do not become military ministers are all ants."

"Even if your senior brother has reached the Martial Phase Realm..."

"In front of the shepherd."

"They're just big ants."

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"