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

Upon seeing this, the powerful Hunnic warrior with half his face turned white...

His expression changed drastically.

His body erupted with blood energy, attempting to forcefully activate his Dharma form and shake the chrysanthemums off in one fell swoop.

however.

The chrysanthemums seemed to have taken root and could not be shaken down at all.

even.

More chrysanthemums drifted down from all directions, covering his image.

Upon seeing this, the powerful Xiongnu warrior with half his face white as bones looked even more grim.

Because he sensed it.

The vital energy within his body was draining away at an alarming rate, causing his martial arts avatar to become unstable.

He was greatly alarmed.

He instinctively wanted to dispel the martial arts dharma image in order to get rid of these strange chrysanthemums.

but.

The moment the thought crossed his mind.

He suddenly realized:

The scholar, dressed as a failed candidate, had somehow acquired a sword made entirely of chrysanthemum petals, which he had locked onto from afar, preparing to deliver a fierce blow.

The sword's edge emitted a sharp, piercing light.

The blade's edge reflected countless images of kings and nobles shedding their blood...

In those scenes.

Emperors and generals were beheaded, and heroes fell in pools of blood.

all.

They all speak of the sword's extraordinary nature and its deadly nature.

It was as if if he dared to withdraw his martial arts avatar, this sword would not hesitate to strike him and send him to the underworld.

Left with no other choice.

The powerful warrior with half his face turned white could only engage in a prolonged battle with the sage disguised as a failed scholar, while hoping that other powerful warriors from the Xiongnu would lend a helping hand.

Faced with the pleading gaze of the powerful Xiongnu warrior with half his face white as bones...

Among the other nine powerful individuals, one stepped forward.

"A trivial skill."

"Watch how I break this!"

The one who stepped forward was a powerful Xiongnu warrior with deep roots, whose face was covered in scars and whose body was utterly tyrannical, and who kept saying he wanted to devour Zhang Mu's flesh and blood.

He certainly has the right to be arrogant.

Among the ten powerful individuals, he was one of the few with a late-stage Martial Aspect Realm cultivation.

but.

Before he could even make a move, the phantom of the Overlord, formed from the poems of the female sages, blocked his path.

Facing the phantom of the Overlord...

The scarred-faced, powerful cultivator at the late stage of the Martial Realm saw through the illusion of the Overlord and looked on with disdain.

"A mere phantom formed from the spirit of poetry and literature dares to presume to obstruct me?"

"If it were the former Hegemon-King of Western Chu himself, he might be worthy of being my opponent!"

"Just a phantom."

"Watch me break it in ten breaths."

Just as he finished speaking...

A sudden change occurred.

Under the watchful eyes of Zhang Mu, the scarred-faced Martial Realm expert from the Xiongnu, and nine other Xiongnu experts with deep roots...

South of Xihe County.

To be more precise.

It is in the far south of the Yangtze River.

As the river surged and boiled, a strangely shaped halberd rose from the riverbed and hurtled straight toward this place.

The halberd was entirely black.

On the head of the halberd, a lifelike azure dragon coils, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

Wherever the halberd passed, space distorted.

The sky and earth changed color, as if even the heavens were making way for it.

On the halberd.

It also exudes a faint golden light, carrying an air of unparalleled dominance.

Facing the flying, nameless halberd...

The phantom of the Overlord felt something.

He suddenly reached out, and his illusory shadow form actually managed to grasp the halberd.

Just as he grasped the halberd.

A surge of powerful blood energy erupted from the battle halberd, rushing wildly into the illusory body of the Overlord.

The illusory figure began to solidify inch by inch, and a faint cracking sound of bones could be heard.

in the process.

The outline of the Overlord's phantom became clear, with distinct muscle lines and even fine textures appearing on its skin, as if a real flesh and blood body was being recast.

It's not just a phantom of the Overlord.

The warhorse beneath the phantom of the Overlord also materialized at this moment.

Watching the changes in the illusory image of the Overlord...

Zhang Mu noticed.

His own consciousness and divine sense suddenly severed the connection with the illusory image of the Overlord.

The phantom seemed to have gained its own soul and was no longer under his control.

This gave Zhang Mu a slight surprise.

but.

Zhang Mu quickly regained his composure.

He already understood.

With the sudden appearance of this halberd...

The phantom before me is no longer simply a product of poetry and literature, but has become a special kind of existence.

Just then.

The extremely old woman among the ten most powerful Xiongnu warriors exclaimed in disbelief.

"Oh my god!"

"That...that is the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, the imperial weapon that the Overlord once controlled."

"Didn't it disappear after Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, was killed by Han Xin and the strategist Zhang Liang?"

Weapons used in the Overlord Realm are called Imperial Weapons.

Legend has it that after the fall of Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, his divine weapon also disappeared, and everyone thought it had been destroyed long ago.

But today it has reappeared in the world, and has taken the initiative to merge with the phantom of the Overlord.

How could the old Xiongnu woman not be shocked?

As soon as the old woman finished speaking, the transformation of the Overlord's phantom finally ended.

next moment.

An overwhelming aura of dominance arose, as if a true overlord had descended upon the world.

The transformed phantom of the Overlord suddenly spoke.

His voice was deep and authoritative, carrying an undeniable killing intent.

"You pigs and dogs, how dare you mention my master's name?"

"I'll kill you!"

"There's no need for him to come in person."

Before he could finish speaking...

The phantom of the Overlord held a halberd, its tip pointing directly at the scarred-faced, powerful Xiongnu warrior, his killing intent palpable.

Golden light flowed across the halberd, carrying a world-destroying power as it thrust straight forward.

I saw this scene.

The scarred-faced, powerful Xiongnu warrior's expression immediately changed drastically.

How could he not realize that the overlord's phantom before him was no longer the "phantom" he had previously thought it to be?

Unwilling to sit idly by and wait for his death, he roared in anger.

His blood energy erupted, and a huge martial arts avatar manifested, attempting to block the attack from the Overlord's phantom.

but.

Faced with his resistance...

The halberd in the Overlord's phantom's hand was like a real azure dragon, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and instantly pierced through the scarred-faced expert's martial arts dharma image.

"puff!"

The scarred-faced expert coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He looked down at the wound on his chest.

There.

There was a hole the size of a fist, from which blood was gushing out and could not be stopped no matter what.

He opened his mouth.

I wanted to say something, but found that I couldn't make a sound.

The phantom of the Overlord looked at him coldly, without the slightest pity in his eyes.

"Why would the master need to come in person to kill you?"

The same words were uttered before.

then.

The illusory figure of the Overlord swung his halberd once more...

This time.

The scarred-faced expert had no strength left to react before being cleaved in two by a single halberd strike.

Blood splattered across the sky, staining the earth beneath their feet red.

Other powerful members of the Xiongnu saw this.

Their expressions changed drastically, and they retreated hastily, their eyes filled with apprehension and fear.

They never expected this.

This seemingly unremarkable phantom of the literary overlord, after grasping the imperial weapon left behind by the former overlord of Western Chu, actually possessed such terrifying power.

To be able to instantly kill a late-stage Martial Aspect Realm expert in such a short time.

Zhang Mu stood at a distance.

He looked on thoughtfully as he watched this scene.

"This halberd is quite interesting."

First, they encountered the Qin Emperor's portrait at the imperial tomb, then they saw the Hegemon King's imperial weapons...

This is the water of the mythical world at the end of the Han Dynasty.

really.

It's incredibly deep.