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

The emperor's power swept across the land, and his anger reached the heavens.

In the blink of an eye.

This aura, sharp as a blade and divine as a sword, indiscriminately descended upon every living being both inside and outside the royal court.

Zhang Mu possessed profound cultivation, and the ten imperial tombs' Yin generals had deep foundations, allowing him to calmly withstand the emperor's wrath.

However, the thousands of terracotta warriors still carrying out the slaughter below, and the Huns who were in despair and fleeing in all directions, were simply unable to withstand this force.

Wherever the tyrant's wrath reached.

One after another, the terracotta warriors crumbled, and countless Hun bodies exploded.

The manner of their deaths was horrific.

He was in no way inferior to the black-robed Hunnic powerhouse who first proposed the plan to hunt down the imperial weapon, but was ultimately killed by the aura of the Overlord's phantom.

"boom!"

In his fury, the phantom of the Overlord moved.

The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd in his palm shone brightly and trembled violently, as if echoing the raging fury surging in the heart of its master.

Between the flickering and spitting of the halberd's edge.

The void continued to vanish, turning into chaos.

next moment.

The phantom of the Overlord wielded the imperial weapon, carrying the power of eternal slaughter, and smashed it directly towards the black mist portal closest to him.

The black mist portal seemed to instinctively sense the impending crisis.

The thick black mist surrounding the gate surged violently, transforming into towering black waves that rushed upwards towards the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, which had not yet fallen.

"The emperor must not be insulted."

"die!"

The illusory image of the Overlord resounded with a clanging killing intent, echoing across the vast sky.

With a sweep of his double pupils, the black mist in the path ahead was instantly shattered by his gaze.

The tip of the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd slammed heavily against the black mist gate.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens as the supreme imperial weapon clashed head-on with the eerie black mist portal.

"Click!"

A hideous crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the portal.

A chain reaction occurred instantly.

"Click-clack-click! Click-clack-click!"

Fine cracks spread rapidly from the first crack, instantly weaving into a spider web that covered the entire doorway.

"Buzz!"

The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd trembled continuously, unleashing a torrent of imperial power.

In an instant,

The black mist portal, which had withstood the furious blow from the phantom of the Overlord, could no longer hold on, and a huge hole was blasted open in the center of the portal.

The instant the opening took shape.

Thick black fog flowed outwards like water.

Witnessing this scene.

Zhang Mu, who had been observing the battle from the beginning, was shaken. He felt as if physics no longer existed, and wondered how the black mist could be transformed into thick water.

More than that.

Zhang Mu made another astonishing discovery.

As the cool moonlight from outside shines into the cave entrance...

Once it enters the area of ​​black mist within the portal, it will silently and completely disappear.

It was as if it was being swallowed whole by the black mist.

It's as if the faint light of countless moonbeams is simply insufficient to illuminate the boundless darkness deep within the doorway.

Where are the portraits of the First Emperor?

"Xiang Yu has already come to our doorstep, why hasn't he shown himself yet?"

Zhang Mu's eyes flickered.

Scanning the black mist portals floating in the void, they awaited the manifestation of the First Emperor of All Time.

The Overlord had previously stated that his flesh and blood remained within the gate, and that the Imperial Mausoleum had secretly intervened when he perished...

It is not difficult to deduce this from the above.

In this world, whether in life or in death, the King of Western Chu had long since forged an irreconcilable feud with the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.

however.

Reality disappointed Zhang Mu...

The ancient patterns engraved on the doorway stand silently, like lifeless sculptures.

It was nothing like the vivid and extraordinary scenes he had encountered in the past.

The black mist portal remained silent and still.

but.

This does not mean that others are not taking any action.

The ten imperial tomb generals who had just killed Ademo and his group of powerful Xiongnu warriors had already sensed the intentions of the Overlord's phantom.

Before the illusory figure of the Overlord could step through the broken black mist portal, it charged into the depths of the gate...

The ten Yin generals all moved at once.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A series of chilling killing sounds rang out.

This is the first time the Yin General has spoken since descending to the mortal world.

After absorbing the deathly aura of countless Xiongnu souls, their terrifying pressure reached its peak.

The ten Yin generals joined forces to surround them.

The overlord's phantom standing before the portal of black mist instantly became the eye of the storm.

Before the Yin General's attack even arrived, the tangible killing intent had already frozen the entire void.

Under this terrifying aura, even the black mist flowing within the portal, attempting to repair the cracks, came to a standstill.

but.

The Emperor cannot be insulted!

Even though the Overlord's phantom at this moment is merely an incarnation fused with a wisp of Xiang Yu's remnant will, it can still be called an unparalleled emperor.

Those who do not become military leaders are nothing more than ants.

Above the Martial Prime realm, the Overlord realm is like a true dragon soaring through the heavens.

A true dragon disdains to concern itself with the squabbles of ants.

but.

We must never tolerate such blatant provocation from ants.

"roll!"

A furious roar that shook the ages exploded forth, carrying with it the ultimate killing intent of a tyrant.

The overlord's shouts radiated in all directions.

It stirred up ripples in the space, rushing straight towards the ten Yin generals of the imperial tombs.

Ordinary martial arts experts would inevitably retreat in panic when they encountered this sonic wave mixed with the will of the emperor.

but.

The ten imperial tomb generals showed no sign of retreat.

They were originally the transformed dead, and had long since lost all knowledge of life, death, and fear.

Bound by the imperial mausoleum.

Their sole mission is to eliminate all those who oppose the Imperial Mausoleum.

The ten Yin generals, wielding their natal divine weapons, continued to charge forward relentlessly, their imposing aura steadily increasing.

But only a moment later.

Their bodies then reached their limit.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The continuous explosions rose and fell, and the weapons in their hands shattered inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye.

These imperial tomb generals, who slaughtered powerful alien races effortlessly, were unable to put up any decent resistance and were all annihilated on the spot.

Their power was indeed terrifying.

But tonight, what we face is the pure and unparalleled power of the imperial way.

With a single shout from the Overlord, they all perished.

High in the distance.

Zhang Mu stared at the scene, his mind heavy, and swallowed hard.

He already knew that the Overlord Realm was supreme.

But the sight of the Overlord's phantom roaring and annihilating the ten Yin Generals once again refreshed his understanding of this realm.

This reminded Zhang Mu of the Xianbei king Tan Shihuai, whom he had encountered in the past, who had reached the half-step Overlord Realm...

He secretly deduced this in his mind.

Even if Tan Shihuai himself came to this place...

Faced with this imperial roar, their fate would likely be no better.

After roaring to death the ten Yin generals of the Imperial Tomb, the Overlord's phantom did not linger for a moment.

He didn't glance at this world again, and resolutely stepped into the broken black mist portal.

He wanted to uncover the long-buried truth and settle the lingering grudges after death.

He was the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, the supreme ruler who reached the pinnacle of power.

Even if one dies.

No one may desecrate a corpse.

Even if the other party is a mysterious imperial tomb, or the Qin Emperor Zheng behind the tomb whose fate is unknown.

Regarding the advance of the Overlord's phantom...

The dark, black mist flowing within the portal was completely unimpeded.

Almost the instant his figure disappeared,

The remaining nine intact black mist portals seemed to be strongly stimulated, and the portals themselves trembled violently.

Under Zhang Mu's gaze, the nine portals slowly melted and faded away.

It seemed as if it feared someone might imitate the phantom of the Overlord and forcefully break through the door into the depths once again.

but.

Before they dissipated, the nine portals still adhered to their original mission of descending upon the battlefield, taking in all the corpses left behind by the powerful Xiongnu warriors on the battlefield.

Not long after.

Above the Southern Xiongnu royal court in Xihe Commandery, only a dilapidated black mist gate remained, hanging forlornly.

It seemed that because the phantom of the Overlord was inside, it could not close and retract.

It also seems as if they are waiting for the thousands of terracotta warriors below to complete the extermination of the Xiongnu people and leave them a way back.

At this time.

A figure slowly walked to the front of the broken, open portal of black mist.

It was none other than Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu gazed silently at the deep, dark gate...

Instead of barging in like the Overlord, he examined the extremely dense darkness inside the door.

His eyes sparkled with intelligence.

Zhang Mu was using his literary and spiritual powers to try and glimpse the scene deep within the portal.

But after a long time.

He let out a helpless sigh.

I can't see through it!

I can't see it!

The black mist portal seemed to be covered with layers of taboos and restrictions, preventing any outsiders from prying into its depths.

"Is it only by forcibly breaking in like the phantom of the Overlord that we can glimpse even the tip of the iceberg of the imperial tomb?"

Zhang Mu muttered to himself.

The words fell.

The figure of a sage behind him made a move.

It was the sage's figure that embodied the lofty realm of sword intent and literary philosophy.

"Whoosh!"

A dazzling sword light cleaved through the stagnant black mist.

The sage's figure flashed and directly entered the portal.

The sword light dissipated.

Just as the dark mist engulfed the sage's figure, Zhang Mu's eyebrows rose slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The connection between divine thought and the sage's physical form was completely severed."

"but……"

"The shadow figure does not seem to have been completely destroyed; it still exists within the portal."

This unexpected change made Zhang Mu wary.

The same thing happened with the previous Overlord phantom, and now the Sword Saint's phantom, who has entered the gate, is repeating a similar scene.

The only consolation is...

The sword saint's shadow body was merely severed from its connection; unlike the overlord's phantom, it was not possessed and controlled by the resurrected remnant of Xiang Yu.

Then.

Zhang Mu plucked a strand of hair from his hair bun and flicked it in the air.

The strands of hair had not yet fallen.

It then conjured up another figure that was exactly the same as his.

"You, go in and investigate."

Since the sage's shadow form didn't work, he planned to try creating bean soldiers using his own improved technique of turning beans into soldiers.

The bean soldier silently nodded and leaped into the darkness of the portal.

"Just as I thought."

The avatar also quickly severed its connection with his own soul, and Zhang Mu gently shook his head.

Just as Zhang Mu was pondering whether to use other methods to probe deeper into the gate...

Intermittent booming sounds of battle echoed in my ears.

He immediately looked toward the portal in the black mist.

Inside, the black mist surged and churned like a tide, with broken terracotta figures and lifeless corpses constantly rising from the depths of the portal.

These terracotta figures are completely different from the terracotta warriors below that slaughtered the Xiongnu people.

It has a purple-gold luster all over.

The surface is covered with fleshy textures that resemble those of a living creature, concealing a faint glimmer of life.

Comparing the two, Zhang Mu's heart began to grow with suspicion.

"Could it be that the numerous terracotta warriors that have appeared tonight are merely the gatekeepers of the black mist, the lowest-ranking Yin soldiers within the imperial tomb?"

"Otherwise..."

"The purple-gold terracotta figurine fragments that emerged from the depths of the portal are simply inexplicable!"

Like the bronze terracotta warriors, those silent, mutilated corpses also have extraordinary origins.

Although the body had been soaked in black mist for a long time and was tainted by the cold aura, surrounded by a dark and eerie atmosphere, the remaining aura of a powerful being on the remains of the body was clearly discernible to Zhang Mu, like a bright flame in the dark night.

There's no need to step inside.

Zhang Mu had already figured out that the Overlord's phantom was definitely fighting a deadly battle with an unknown powerful enemy deep inside the black mist portal.

and.

Those enemies were not just one person; their numbers far exceeded those of the Overlord.

Otherwise.

Given the power displayed by the Overlord's phantom, the deafening sounds of battle emanating from within the portal could not have continued unabated until now.

Just as Zhang Mu had guessed.

Within the portal of black mist, the phantom of the Overlord was embroiled in endless battle.

The portal itself forms its own independent world.

There are no plants or trees, no sun, moon, or stars.

Only an endless black mist lingered, and below surged a black tide like a vast ocean.

The Overlord stood tall, wielding the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd.

in all directions.

One by one, the terracotta warriors, all purple-gold in color and with appearances almost like living people, slowly gathered around.

The aura emanating from these purple-gold terracotta warriors far surpasses that of the terracotta warriors used to slaughter the Xiongnu.

If Zhang Mu were in this place...

One can then clearly sense that each of the purple-gold terracotta warriors possesses combat power no less than that of a Martial Realm expert.

Between the array of purple-gold terracotta warriors.

It also contains many powerful figures whose corpses have been refined into Yin Generals from the Imperial Mausoleum.

The two joined forces to surround and block the illusory figure of the Overlord.

They wanted to rely on their numerical advantage to gradually wear down Xiang Yu's lingering willpower, until the power was exhausted, causing the phantom to disintegrate on its own.

This is not wishful thinking; the imperial mausoleum has the confidence to do so.

Every time the Overlord's phantom slays a purple-gold terracotta warrior and a Yin general, a new purple-gold terracotta warrior will continuously be born from the boundless black tide below.

The black tide surged and undulated, and in the distance, enormous coffins were pushed by the tide.

The coffin lid burst open with a bang, and the hidden generals of the imperial tomb emerged, wielding spears, to join the battle against the phantom of the Overlord.

Faced with an endless stream of enemies...

The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd in the illusory figure of the Overlord never paused for a moment.

"Qin Emperor's rule!"

"come out!"

The phantom of the Overlord roared loudly into the depths of the black mist.

With a single slash, the blinding light of the halberd briefly illuminated the entire dark world.

At the end of the halberd's light, an ancient mausoleum appeared and disappeared.

Before the full view of the mausoleum is revealed...

A surging black mist swept in, annihilating the remaining power of the halberd's light.

Witnessing this scene.

The phantom of the Overlord shone brightly with spiritual light on its forehead.

That lingering resentment of Xiang Yu is contained within this place.

In order to break through the barriers, reach the location of the mausoleum, and find the owner of the imperial tomb, the great emperor of all time, to settle scores, the overlord phantom resolutely chose to burn its remnant essence in exchange for even more powerful strength.

When the light on the forehead reaches its most intense point.

The darkness surrounding the Black Mist World receded completely.

A long river of time, imbued with the spirit of the past, stretches from an untraceable, vast source.

The scene within the long river.

A Martial Realm Emperor, sitting sideways in a military tent, seemed to sense something. His gaze pierced through countless ages, looking towards this dark and gloomy place.

……

Long ago.

Inside the military tent.

A young general wielded a sword with graceful movements, the sword's clear and melodious sound carrying a deadly intent as it locked onto a feudal lord seated on the throne.

The man raised his glass to drink, trying to remain calm and conceal the fear in his heart.

As soon as the figure in the main seat in the tent gives the order, the young general will wield his sword and behead the feudal lord.

"Splash!"

The curtains were lifted by the strong wind.

A fierce general, exuding a murderous aura and resembling a butcher, strode in.

Just as they entered the tent.

He glared angrily at the young general wielding the sword, his murderous intent surging forth.

"Um?"

Just as the butcher's murderous intent surged, the Martial Realm Emperor in the main seat let out a soft snort.

This soft murmur.

The butcher was instantly jolted awake.

He was secretly uneasy, thinking that his impulsiveness would drag the princes drinking in the tent down with him to their deaths.

The next moment.

The butcher general saw the emperor slowly rise, his double pupils opening as he gazed into the vast emptiness above.

"A call that transcends the long years?"