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

"Who exactly are you?"

Do you know what you're doing?

The black-clad swordsman, who was stationed at the General's Mansion, or rather, Shi A, a high-achieving disciple of the Imperial Tutor Wang Yue, looked solemnly at the white-clad swordsman and spoke in a deep voice.

Shi A knew perfectly well that these words were not spoken by the white-clad swordsman blocking his way.

but.

He had no choice.

Because compared to the person who secretly transmitted his voice to him, whose whereabouts and strength were unknown...

The threat posed by the white-clad swordsman in front of him was real.

"Oh!"

"Who am I? Does it even matter?"

"You only need to understand that I've come here tonight solely to give He Jin a small punishment as a warning."

"certainly."

"You could immediately warn all thirty-six town gate towers in the city, but what about the consequences?"

Whether He Jin will die, and whether Luoyang will be in chaos tonight, only heaven knows.

Inside He Jin's isolated room, Zhang Mu, watching from afar, observed Shi A's every move.

He gave Shia two choices.

Either you, Shi A, stay there quietly and don't move, and He Jin will leave naturally after he's finished teaching him a lesson.

Either you, Shi A, make a bold move, and tonight Luo will be plunged into a fierce battle, sparking a massive showdown.

Upon hearing this...

Sweat instantly seeped from Shi A's forehead.

Neither of these two choices is what he wants.

However, the certainty and confidence in the tone of the person transmitting the message made him hesitant to gamble on whether that person would kill General He Jin after he made his move.

If He Jin were to die...

For him, this meant dereliction of duty.

Even with the protection of his master Wang Yue, he was still subject to questioning by the current emperor under the wrath of the angry emperor and empress.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Shi A looked at the sword in his hand.

The hesitation in his eyes instantly transformed into decisiveness.

"One sword!"

Shi A, his sword intent surging, stared intently at the figure of the white-robed swordsman, pointing his long sword forward.

"If you can withstand this sword strike, I will retreat immediately."

"Hmm?" Shi A's choice surprised Zhang Mu.

interesting!

Faced with the dilemma of whether to rescue He Jin, did he choose the swordsman's desire for victory?

Thinking of this.

Zhang Mu, on the contrary, became interested in the identity of the black-clad swordsman.

Could this person be Shi A?

The swordsman was dressed in black, and Zhang Mu had a vague idea of ​​his identity.

As for why he did not suspect that the visitor was the Imperial Tutor Wang Yue?

the reason is simple.

Wang Yue couldn't possibly be as young as the black-clad swordsman, nor could he be easily subdued by his sage-like figure.

The most important point is...

He Jin, this butcher general, is not worthy of having the imperial tutor Wang Yue guard his home.

"As you wish!"

Zhang Mu readily agreed to Shi A's request.

He lightly flicked his sleeve, revealing a refined and scholarly air.

Originally, it was only meant to expand the literary atmosphere barrier surrounding He Jin's room to include the entire backyard.

They move in sync.

And there was also the white-clad swordsman saintly figure who always had his back to Shi A.

"He can kill one man in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles!"

In the void, a hall full of literary light shone forth.

In a hazy state.

Shi A seemed to see the white-clad swordsman turn around, part his lips slightly, and loudly recite a line that seemed to transcend eternity.

The moment the sound faded, he felt as if the world suddenly fell silent.

Kill someone in ten steps?

Was my earlier premonition true?

Shi A's pupils dilated and contracted. Feeling that he had been locked onto by a ethereal sword intent, he instinctively retreated, trying to increase the distance between himself and the white-robed swordsman.

however.

To Shi A's horror...

No matter how he retreated, the white-clad swordsman continued to stroll towards him leisurely, sword in hand.

Their steps were unpredictable and elusive, indistinguishable from front to back, left to right.

The distance between the two remained exactly ten paces, without widening in the slightest.

Every step the white-clad swordsman took seemed to tread on the rhythm of his own heartbeat, bringing him immense psychological pressure.

"Could this be the realm of swordsmanship?"

In a moment of shock, Shi A remembered a realm of swordsmanship that his master Wang Yue had once mentioned to him—the Sword Domain.

Sword intents intertwine, transforming the domain.

Within the realm of swordsmanship, one can do whatever one pleases.

The master of the sword is the ruler of the sword domain.

At the same level, a sword master who has cultivated the sword to generate soul can only rely on sword control and sword techniques to fight against a martial arts expert who cultivates blood qi martial arts.

In a prolonged and intense battle, the grandmaster of swordsmanship will most likely be defeated.

but.

Once a sword master comprehends the realm of intertwined sword intent, this disadvantage will be eliminated.

In this life-or-death duel, the outcome remains uncertain.

"Having accomplished their task, they leave without a trace, concealing their merit and fame!"

Another chanting sound rang out.

In an instant.

Shi A discovered that the white-clad swordsman in front of him had vanished from his sight.

By the time he realized what was happening...

Only then did he see it.

The white-clad swordsman appeared behind him without him noticing.

The green lotus sword at his waist was drawn three inches from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a cold light that stung his eyes.

The clear light dissipated.

Shi Ahe suddenly saw a blue lotus longsword silently aimed at his throat, intending to take his life.

There was no chill on the blade, just like the feeling described in the poem.

The swordsman concealed his presence once more after making his move.

His whereabouts are difficult to trace, and his brilliance and fame remain hidden.

"Clang!"

Unwilling to sit and wait for death, Shi A quickly dodged to the side, drew the longsword given to him by his master, and retaliated.

"Leisurely drinking in Xinling—!"

Just as Shi A's counterattack sword was about to collide with the edge of the Azure Lotus Sword, half a line of poetry rose again.

Under Shia's gaze.

The white-clad swordsman withdrew his killing move, instead raising his longsword diagonally and walking slowly to his side.

This slow pace.

It wasn't the oppressive feeling that had been pressing down on his heart and disrupting his rhythm.

Rather, it evokes the leisurely pleasure of a refined scholar heading to a tavern.

The sword light was now as gentle as water, no longer possessing the previous chilling sharpness and unmistakable edge.

He was included as well.

They all seemed to have become the people in that tavern, drinking and chatting with the swordsman.

"So, is this white-robed swordsman giving me pointers?"

As Shi A stared at the white-clad swordsman who was in no hurry to launch an attack, an absurd thought arose in his mind.

The two were clearly rivals, yet he was giving him pointers?

But recalling the white-clad swordsman's sudden withdrawal of his sword, Shi A fell silent.

Because he knew it.

If those swords had clashed just now.

He might not gain much advantage by hastily drawing his sword to fight.

"Whether or not you should offer guidance, you'll find out by trying!"

next moment.

To verify his suspicions about Shi A, he raised the long sword in his hand directly above his head.

As the sword light blazed brightly, his body transformed into countless afterimages, attacking the white-clad swordsman.

Driven by a surge of fighting spirit.

Shi A had long forgotten the promise of a sword strike.

Faced with the numerous sword shadows manifested by Shi A's sword techniques that were extremely fast...

Beneath the white-clad swordsman's feet, a cloud platform formed from literary energy and sword intent appeared.

"Sword drawn and placed horizontally across the knee—"

It was as if they hadn't seen the sky full of sword shadows.

The white-clad swordsman sat cross-legged on the cloud platform, his longsword, the Azure Lotus Sword, resting horizontally on his lap.

He did not respond with an attack.

Instead, he held the sword horizontally across his knees, accumulating an unparalleled defensive sword stance.

The starlight was drawn away by the sword's momentum, spreading out behind the white-clad swordsman and transforming into a moonlit sword shield.

Above the sword and shield.

The myriad poems written by this sage's image are presented in lotus patterns, transforming into an invisible barrier of literary energy.

"boom!"

Shi A's sword rang out with a clang, slamming heavily onto the Moonlit Sword and Shield.

however.

No matter how rampant and turbulent the sword energy was...

The sword light shattered into countless sword lights the moment it touched the sword shield and barrier.

They could not get even a fraction closer to the white-clad swordsman.

From beginning to end.

The white-clad swordsman sat casually atop a high platform...

In reality, it is impervious to all laws and as stable as an ancient green mountain.