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

A massive earthquake shook the earth, causing the earth's veins to crack.

Two terrifying auras burst forth from the depths of the earth, like ancient ferocious beasts breaking free of their shackles.

The sky changed color, and the wind and clouds swirled upside down.

The first to speak was a burly figure with graying hair; the moment he appeared…

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Even the air seemed frozen, filled with a deathly aura of decay and bloodshed.

His clothes had long since rotted away.

Only a few strips of cloth remained hanging on his body, revealing skin covered with eerie blood-red patterns.

The blood-red patterns writhed under the moonlight, crawling densely all over his body as if they were living creatures.

Looking from afar.

The blood-red patterns resembled mysterious runes or ancient tattoo totems, exuding an indescribable eeriness and terror.

"How many years has it been..."

The elderly man with gray hair looked up at the sky, his voice hoarse and aged, carrying a coldness and desolation that could not be erased by the passage of time.

His gaze pierced through the night.

As if reminiscing about a distant era long buried by time, a complex light flickered deep in his eyes.

"Finally, someone woke us up."

The other being, who was also a powerful figure from the Xubu clan, looked much younger than the old man with gray hair.

He was a burly man covered in scars and exuding an aura of brutality.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his chapped lips. His gaze pierced through the void and locked onto the figure standing above the Xiongnu royal court, his eyes filled with greed and desire.

"It smells so good."

"The smell of this flesh and blood can be smelled from this far away; it's simply a delicacy!"

The laughter hadn't even subsided.

The third, fourth, and fifth figures emerged one after another from the earth's veins.

The third figure was a hunched old woman, leaning on a bone cane, with gray hair and a face covered in wrinkles.

She slowly raised her head, scanned her surroundings, and spoke in a hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping.

"I've been asleep for so many years, I'd like to see what kind of junior could cause such a commotion."

"So it actually requires us to take action together."

The fourth figure was a middle-aged man with a ferocious face.

Half of his face was destroyed, revealing stark white bones, as if he had been gnawed by some ferocious creature.

The other half of his face was completely unharmed, which looked particularly eerie.

One is righteous, the other is evil.

It was as if two faces were pieced together, making one feel a chill in their heart.

He wore tattered armor and held a rusty longsword in his hand, the blade radiating a strong murderous aura, clearly a weapon that had drunk countless lives.

The fifth figure was a mysterious and powerful figure shrouded in a black robe, whose face could not be seen.

Only a pair of eerie green eyes flickered in the darkness, like two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps, sending chills down one's spine.

It stood there quietly.

He remained silent, like a lifeless sculpture.

but.

The aura emanating from him was no less than that of the previous four.

Then.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth figures broke free of the seal one after another.

Ten powerful figures.

The auras were all different, some strong and some weak.

But the weakest.

He also possesses the cultivation level of the early stage of the Martial Realm.

Several others had already reached the mid-stage or even late-stage of the Martial Phase Realm.

They stood in a row, like ten towering mountains, their oppressive aura overwhelming, even the moonlight seemed to be obscured by their menacing presence.

After everyone has broken free...

The ten Xiongnu martial arts experts, who came from the Shanyu lineage, the Xubu clan, and the five tribes of Xiutu, exchanged glances, a tacit understanding flashing in their eyes.

There was no verbal communication.

immediately.

They moved at the same time.

With just a simple step, their bodies shot into the sky like cannonballs, hurtling towards the Xiongnu royal court.

Wherever they went.

The clouds were torn apart, leaving behind terrifying sonic booms.

The air vibrated and buzzed, and the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the ten top experts, without any attempt at concealment…

Like an invisible mountain, it directly frightened the creatures in the grasslands and deserts along the way, causing them to prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling and not daring to lift their heads.

"They're here!"

"Ten Martial Realm experts..."

Xubu Shiduguhou looked at the figures flying swiftly from afar under the moonlight, and his face showed a look of wild joy.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, as if he could already see Zhang Mu's fate.

"With ten powerful figures who have been dormant for nearly a century gathered together, even if you, Zhang Mu, have three heads and six arms, you will surely die tonight!"

The Right Wise King Huchuquan was also so excited that he trembled all over.

He gripped the Heavenly Wolf Banner in his hand, feeling the strong resonance between the ten auras and the tribe's destiny...

Take a deep breath.

Hu Chuquan's voice pierced the sky, filled with hysterical madness and excitement.

"Elders...please slay this fiend!"

His voice.

The news was overheard by ten powerful Xiongnu warriors who were on their way.

The scarred, burly man who coveted Zhang Mu's flesh and blood responded.

"Don't worry, young man, this Han man won't survive today."

After saying that, the scarred burly man grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his eyes filled with cruelty and bloodlust.

His figure accelerated again, rushing to the front, as if he couldn't wait to taste Zhang Mu's flesh and blood.

Not long after.

Ten powerful Xiongnu warriors had already arrived above the royal court.

They tacitly surrounded Zhang Mu, positioning him as if hunting him down, and blocked all his escape routes.

under the moonlight.

The ten figures were like ten demons from hell, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Their eyes were all fixed on Zhang Mu, as if they were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Above the royal court.

Zhang Mu calmly gazed at the ten figures emanating a terrifying aura around him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Instead, it carried a hint of amusement and disdain, as if these ten powerful figures were nothing more than a bunch of clowns.

"Ten Martial Realm cultivators, barely clinging to life, instead of obediently staying underground and hiding, are they so desperate for death?"

Although for him...

Maintaining the ten sage images that evolved within the Wengong Cave Heaven would place a considerable burden on his mental state.

but.

Zhang Mu was confident he could deal with these people before he couldn't handle the pressure.

after all.

These old things shouldn't even exist in this world; the remaining life force in their bodies simply can't sustain them in a long battle.

Even if Zhang Mu drags out the battle with them, he can outlive them.

"Arrogant!"

The powerful Hunnic warrior, whose face was half-destroyed, revealing his gruesome white bones, let out a cold snort.

His voice was filled with murderous intent.

"Han Chinese!"

"To be dead or alive..."

"It's not just talk."

"When I roamed the northern grasslands, your grandfather wasn't even born yet, and he was completely ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth."

As he spoke, his blood energy erupted.

A martial arts dharma image, thirty-three feet tall and resembling a skeletal giant, manifested.

The skeletal figure held a crimson longsword, its blade shimmering with blood-red light and emanating a chilling aura.

Zhang Mu glanced at the man with half a white bone on his face, his tone full of contempt.

"Born even earlier than my grandfather, he has barely survived to this day, yet he is only at the early stage of the Martial Phase Realm."

"At his age, has he wasted his life?"

"If Mu Ruo were in your era..."

"Killing you is as easy as slaughtering a dog!"

"If I were still alive today and hadn't reached the Overlord Realm, I would have found a secluded place and smashed my head against a block of tofu to die, rather than living here and making a fool of myself."

After the counterattack was completed.

Zhang Mu was too lazy to waste words with this person...

With a thought.

The first sage's image that had appeared earlier had already gone forward to meet them.

Dressed in golden armor, the figure, disguised as a failed scholar, moved with composure, while chrysanthemums bloomed all around him.

Golden petals danced in the evening breeze, a breathtaking sight.

however.

Beneath this breathtakingly beautiful scene lurks a deadly danger.

Amidst the falling petals, countless chrysanthemums fluttered down, completely covering the skeletal giant-shaped martial arts image.

When the first chrysanthemum landed on the image of the skeletal giant...

The petals, which originally looked delicate, seemed to have come alive.

It gently took root in the blood and energy of the Dharma image, greedily absorbing its essence.

Followed by.

The chrysanthemum became increasingly dazzling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The petals unfolded as if enjoying a grand feast.

Next.

The second one, the third one, the fourth one...

Countless chrysanthemums, like locusts, fell upon the image of the skeletal giant.

It then clung tightly to it, frantically absorbing the blood essence contained within.

Visible to the naked eye.

Those chrysanthemums that had absorbed the essence of blood became even more vibrant and dazzling.

The petals even glowed with a blood-red sheen, as if they had been infused with the vitality of life.