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

"Your opponent is me."

"It's not Brother Makina!"

The moment Zhang Mu finished speaking.

A vast, boundless, and supremely domineering pressure of literary power suddenly enveloped the entire sky.

The aged Hun warrior's body suddenly froze in mid-air.

His hair stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart.

He suddenly looked up, horrified, at the night sky below.

All that could be seen was the night sky.

A valiant figure stood there quietly, his eyes full of mockery as he looked at him.

"How dare these mere remnants of the Southern Xiongnu harbor murderous intent?"

Do you really think that I, a great Han, dare not slaughter your entire tribe?

Two sentences were uttered.

A brilliant golden light suddenly shone between Zhang Mu's brows.

hum!

A vast and boundless spiritual light of literature burst through his brow, and a misty and magnificent illusory cave slowly manifested in the void above his head.

The Wengong Cave Heaven is visible outside, and is extremely sacred.

Against this backdrop, Zhang Mu appears as a sage descended to earth.

Before the aged Xiongnu warrior could recover his senses...

A majestic and supreme imperial phantom stepped out from the externally manifested phantom of the Wengong Cave Heaven.

The illusory figure was dignified and imposing, exuding the supreme authority of an emperor.

Surrounded by countless purple energies, he was extremely noble.

Although his face was blurry and indistinct.

Yet it possesses an inherent domineering aura that commands respect and pacifies the chaotic world.

Every move he made was accompanied by the rhythm of the universe.

The emperor's illusory figure stood in the void, his gaze indifferently falling upon the elderly Xiongnu general below. His thin lips parted slightly, and his clear, resonant voice resounded throughout heaven and earth.

"Having slaughtered a million soldiers south of the Yangtze, the blood on my sword still lingers!"

"The mountain monk doesn't recognize a hero, he just keeps asking my name."

This is precisely the "Instruction to Monks at Bu Re Temple" by Emperor Hongwu.

The moment the poem was recited, the entire world changed color.

A magnificent and tragically powerful blood-red spectacle appeared in the void!

A million armored soldiers fought a bloody battle, leaving mountains of corpses and seas of blood stretching for thousands of miles.

A vast array of weapons crisscrossed the sky, and the chilling atmosphere of bloodshed and slaughter swept across the land.

Amidst a sea of ​​blood and the clash of armies.

A simple mountain monk, holding a blood-stained longsword, stands alone atop a million corpses.

Blood dripped from the blade, a chilling gaze swept over the world's rise and fall, its bloodshed and carnage.

His temperament...

It is somewhat similar to the phantom of the emperor, yet not entirely the same.

But in the next moment.

The face of the emperor's phantom in the void began to change wildly!

Sometimes he was the supreme emperor.

The dragon's head appears and disappears, its dragon aura soaring to the heavens, ruling over the mountains and rivers;

Sometimes he transforms into a bald mountain monk.

With a compassionate face, he laid down his sword and showed mercy to the common people of the world!

The emperor and the monk are two separate entities, which can be transformed at will.

He was both emperor and monk, both killer and benevolent.

The boundless power of poetry transformed into supreme binding force, instantly locking down all the space around the old Xiongnu man below, sealing off all his escape and resistance paths.

The veteran military commander of the Southern Xiongnu below looked down upon it...

I felt my scalp tingle and a chill rise from the soles of my feet.

An extreme crisis of death engulfs his entire body.

The old man dared not hesitate for a moment, and with all his life's cultivation, he was about to unleash his full combat power.

"kill!!"

The roar echoed through the night sky.

The ancient and powerful Southern Xiongnu warrior's body surged with boundless energy and blood!

Boom!

A colossal martial arts dharma image, 42 feet tall, suddenly materialized behind him!

The Dharma Image was clad in armor with exotic beast patterns, and its face was ferocious and terrifying.

He wielded a giant axe in both hands, his body surrounded by surging crimson energy, his fierce aura reaching the heavens and the earth, attempting to use it to resist the killing power of the Emperor Shiwen!

The forty-two-zhang-tall martial arts avatar was already the ultimate power that this old man could condense with his entire life's cultivation.

can.

Regrettably.

Before the extraordinary phenomenon of a million soldiers clashing in the sky and the imperial monk's poetic verses...

The sheer power he unleashed with his martial arts avatar was still as insignificant as a speck of dust or an ant!

The supreme figure of the Emperor Mountain Monk slowly raised his hand...

One sword!

A simple, unassuming sword light swept out from the void.

The sword's gleam was unstained by blood.

Yet it contains the unparalleled power to quell a million-strong army and purge the world of evil!

laugh!

The sword flashed, silently.

The seemingly gentle sword strike landed on the forty-two-zhang-tall Xiongnu martial arts dharma image.

A deafening roar!

The seemingly indestructible martial arts dharma image was instantly shattered and annihilated, then dissipated.

The crimson aura crumbled layer by layer, and the malevolent energy dissipated completely.

The enormous Dharma body couldn't even withstand a moment's resistance, and it directly transformed into countless tiny specks of light, dissipating into the night sky.

The sword light descended smoothly.

It pierced through layers of qi and blood barriers and landed precisely on the body of the old Xiongnu man.

The old man's pupils were completely dilated, and his face showed extreme terror and disbelief.

He didn't even have time to let out a final scream.

His body was completely annihilated by the power of the literary and poetic arts, his soul was destroyed, and his remains were never found.

"call!"

A night breeze blew by.

The blood-red spectacle slowly faded, and the night sky returned to its dark and tranquil state.

Only a faint lingering literary charm remains...

It continues to flow slowly between heaven and earth.

Zhang Mu stood high in the sky, looking down at the empty wasteland below, his gaze fixed on the location of Xihe County.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

The Southern Xiongnu, restless and unruly, sent assassins to launch a night raid on Yanmen Pass, plotting to kill a Han general...

This crime!

Unforgivable!

A chilling killing intent arose from the depths of Zhang Mu's heart, growing ever stronger.

Thinking of this.

Zhang Mu did not linger.

With a swift turn in mid-air, he immediately abandoned his journey home and had no intention of returning to the garrison commander's mansion.

The literary energy beneath his feet lifted his body, transforming him into a streak of azure light that pierced through the vast night, hurtling towards Xihe County at breakneck speed.

As night deepened, Zhang Mu's figure traversed the void.

In just a short while.

He had already crossed the county boundary and entered Xihe County, reaching the skies above the Southern Xiongnu royal court.

On the vast, desolate plains.

A vast cluster of tents stretching for miles was built against the mountainside, which was the location of the royal court of the Southern Xiongnu, which was based in Xihe County.

Millions of animal-hide tents were scattered across the landscape, stretching for thousands of miles.

Outside the encampment, countless Xiongnu cavalry and tribal warriors were stationed, with hundreds of thousands of elite Southern Xiongnu troops entrenched there.

Gazing down at the Southern Xiongnu royal court...

Zhang Mu stood high in the sky, his vast literary energy erupting and stirring the surroundings.

then.

The Wengong Cave between Zhang Mu's eyebrows was completely opened.

The entrance to the grotto was wide open, and brilliant spiritual light soared into the sky and reached the earth.

next moment.

One after another, illusory figures of literary energy, each with a unique form and unparalleled charm, their faces obscured, stepped out from the vast literary palace and landed in the sky.

The first figure emerged from the aura of literature.

He was dressed in a dazzling gold armor, with a simple blue robe over it, portraying himself as a failed scholar.

Possessing both literary and martial talents, with an unparalleled sharpness hidden beneath a refined demeanor.

The moment this sage appeared, the night sky underwent a dramatic change.

Above the pitch-black night sky, thousands of golden chrysanthemums suddenly bloomed.

Chrysanthemum petals fluttered down from the sky, drifting across the vast expanse.

Beautiful, yet somber.

at the same time.

Countless phantom images of kings and generals falling to their deaths and dying faintly appeared in the vast void, and the tragic phenomena of dynasties collapsing and kings being beheaded were spread out like a long scroll.

A domineering imperial poetic style, "When my flowers bloom, all others wither," suppressed the entire sky.

Following closely behind.

A second figure began to slowly appear...