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

The ruins of Wuyuan County are not hard to find.

With a clear location and Zhang Mu's ability to see at night, the nine-zhang true dragon formed from Zhang Mu's blood energy had already arrived at the location two miles away from the ruins before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea was even up.

"Wen Yuan!"

Zhang Mu called out Zhang Liao's courtesy name.

Upon hearing this...

Zhang Liao immediately understood and realized that he should go down.

But before leaving, Zhang Liao looked back at his brother who had risked everything for him to break through his cultivation level.

"Brother, take care!"

There are many ways to break through to the next level, but there is only one brother like you in Liao.

"After my father and mother left, you are my only blood relative left in this world!"

Zhang Liao's sudden outpouring of genuine emotion caught Zhang Mu completely off guard.

Although a warm feeling welled up in his heart, Zhang Mu kicked Zhang Liao off the body of the Blood Qi True Dragon.

"I'm not dead yet!"

"You should save that for later."

Zhang Mu was afraid that if Zhang Liao continued to be sentimental, he would become like the old general with flags planted all over the stage.

Therefore.

His toes lightly touched the head of the Blood Qi True Dragon, and the nine-zhang-long True Dragon body carried him straight to the center of the ruins.

Two li is neither a long nor a short distance.

But against the speed of the Blood Qi True Dragon, it only takes a few breaths.

Just as it reached the center of the ruins of Wuyuan County, before Zhang Mu could prepare to dissipate the blood dragon and land...

While still in mid-air, he uncontrollably felt a terrifying sense of being watched by a wild beast.

"Um?"

Zhang Mu looked toward the source of the terrifying feeling...

A corner of the ruins of the city wall.

A disheveled, unshaven "wild man" sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes calmly looking up at him.

The "savage" made no move, but the violent aura that occasionally burst forth from its body was impossible to ignore.

And on his crossed knees lay a silver halberd, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

As if sensing the arrival of Zhang Mu, this outsider, the weapon silently floated up, pointing its halberd tip at Zhang Mu in mid-air.

Seeing this action, which could be called a natal weapon nurtured by his own blood and qi over the years, the "wild man" did not stop him.

He remembered who came.

He also knew that this young man, whom he had met a few times before, did not harbor any ill will towards him at this moment.

But unfortunately.

Tonight was different from the previous times I met this young man. Back then, he was still normal and could suppress the murderous demonic nature dormant within him.

And tonight...

A fleeting glint of savagery and murderous intent flashed in the "savage's" eyes.

This young man seems to have had some bad luck, hitting a point where he might lose control only once every three years.

Zhang Mu noticed Lü Bu's unusual behavior.

After staring at Lü Bu's suppressed killing intent and occasional bursts of demonic energy for a long time, he understood Lü Bu's plan.

He used a fierce battle with himself to dispel the demonic nature within him.

"What luck!"

"If I had known this would happen, I should have had Old Guo do some divination before I came."

Although he jokingly complained about his bad luck, Zhang Mu showed no sign of fear.

No matter how strong Lü Bu was, Zhang Gongzhi was not necessarily weak either.

next moment.

A surge of fighting spirit suddenly erupted from Zhang Mu, startling Zhang Liao, who had just gotten up from the ground two miles away, causing his expression to change slightly.

"Clang!"

A jet-black halberd, radiating intense fighting spirit, appeared out of thin air beside Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu did not need to operate it.

The moment it appeared, it seemed to sense the provocation from the silver halberd in front of Lu Bu below.

The black halberd trembled violently, responding with a blazing, sharp light.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain.

If the silver halberd hadn't provoked it, it would have simply stayed obediently in the blood aperture space opened by its master after he reached the Martial Phase Realm, continuing to be nourished by the blood energy.

Now that there are other creatures of the same kind that don't know what's good for them and are acting aggressively, how can it tolerate it?

Zhang Mu sensed a faint sense of resentment emanating from his natal divine weapon, the black battle halberd, but he did not try to suppress it.

"Since we're already here!"

"Go and have a go at it!"

Upon hearing its master's consent, the black halberd, like a mischievous child granted permission, suddenly transformed into a streak of black light and hurtled straight towards Lü Bu's silver halberd.

As Lü Bu's signature weapon, the silver halberd naturally followed its master.

Almost the instant the black halberd charged in.

The silver halberd also soared into the sky, bringing with it a burst of silver light as it clashed with the black halberd in the night sky.

In a short time.

The sound of black and white halberds clashing incessantly echoed in the void.

Sparks flew frequently, interspersed with bursts of sonic booms.

As the natal divine weapons nurtured by the blood and qi of powerful warriors like Zhang Mu and Lü Bu, the strength they displayed at this moment would make even ordinary beings at the Gathering Qi Realm feel inferior.

Because the halberd light emanating from these two halberds can easily tear apart the Qi energy condensed by a Qi Gathering Realm expert using blood energy.

Below the Martial Realm, everything is but an ant.

This sentence.

It's never just talk.

The crueler truth is that a powerful expert in the Gathering Qi Realm, who seems high and mighty to outsiders, might not even be able to defeat a single weapon possessed by someone in the Martial Phase Realm.

"Is this my elder brother's natal weapon clashing with another weapon?"

Following Zhang Mu's instructions, Zhang Liao, who remained at a distance, used his powerful eyesight to clearly see everything that was happening on the ruins of Wuyuan County.

His heart jumped into his throat.

Because currently, no one but Lü Bu could have caused all of this.

however.

Contrary to Zhang Liao's expectations, although the two men's natal weapons clashed fiercely, Zhang Mu and Lü Bu, as their masters, maintained relative calm and restraint.

Neither of them paid attention to their natal divine weapons clashing in the void, nor did they secretly transfer their blood energy to enhance the weapons' sharpness. They simply watched each other quietly.

As if they had reached some unspoken understanding, the two were both waiting for the outcome of their destined weapons clashing.

The strength of one's natal divine weapon can also be seen as a reflection of the strength of its owner.

If either the black halberd or the silver halberd succumbs to the onslaught first, the outcome will be clear without Zhang Mu and Lü Bu needing to lift a finger.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths, thirty breaths... one hundred breaths...

Time passed by, second by second.

The two halberd-like divine weapons in the void still showed no sign of a victor.

On the contrary, the already dilapidated ruins of Wuyuan County were affected by the battle between the two sides, and were scratched by the halberds they struck, making them appear even more desolate and broken.

Looking at this result...

Lu Bu, who was suffering from the demonic influence within him, had an added touch of bloodlust and murderous desire on his face.

"So... strength... is enough to lend a hand to Bu."

Lu Bu's eyes flashed with alternating clarity and demonic intent, and his words resounded clearly in Zhang Mu's ears.

"Splash!"

Lu Bu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly stood up, and a layer of sand that had been accumulating for who knows how long fell off his body.

"Bring the halberd!"

Lu Bu roared.

The halberd that was locked in fierce combat with the black battle halberd in the void seemed to receive a command. With a tremor, the halberd flew back automatically and fell into Lu Bu's hand.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

The moment he gripped the halberd, a blazing blood flame, resembling a black and red intertwined, erupted from Lu Bu's body, who looked like a wild man.

The flames of blood spread like wildfire, engulfing Lü Bu entirely.

As the blood flames flickered, Lu Bu's loose hair danced wildly.

Looking from afar.

At this moment, Lü Bu doesn't seem like a human being; he's more like... a demon king.

Above the head of the True Dragon of Qi and Blood, Zhang Mu looked down at Lu Bu in this state. The carefree look on his face slowly disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression as if facing a formidable enemy.

Those who are ignorant at this moment look directly at Lü Bu and only see the terrifying black and red flames surrounding him.

But he knew.

The so-called blood flame is actually the external manifestation of blood energy being pushed to its limit and compressed to the extreme.

Faced with such extreme application of blood energy, the methods used by experts at the Gathering Qi Realm to transform blood energy into protective Qi can all be regarded as superficial.

The difference between the two is no less than the difference between freezing water into ice, yet making water possess both the hardness of ice and the softness of water. Lü Bu was undoubtedly the latter.

"hehe!"

"To be regarded as a worthy opponent by Ru Lü Fengxian, I really don't know whether it's Mu's misfortune or his fortune tonight."

The solemn look on Zhang Mu's face slowly melted away. As he spoke, a hissing sound rang out, and the same wildfire of blood flames that were identical to those on Lü Bu's body burst forth from Zhang Mu's body.

No, there are still some differences between the two.

Lu Bu's blood flames were blackish-red, while Zhang Mu's were pure crimson.

As soon as the crimson flames appeared, the blood dragon beneath Zhang Mu's feet seemed unable to withstand the scorching heat and dissipated in mid-air.

But only Zhang Mu knew the truth.

The blood dragon appeared to dissipate, but in reality, it transformed into firewood and merged into the crimson blood flames.

Facing a formidable enemy like Lü Bu, using flashy tactics like the Blood Dragon technique would only add unnecessary burdens.

Not only is the Blood Qi True Dragon a burden, but the enormous Martial Dao Dharma Image is as well.

and this.

This is also why neither of them was able to condense a martial arts dharma form.

It's not that it's impossible, but that there's no need for it.

Martial Arts Manifestation may seem powerful, but it is only suitable for use in battles between two large armies. It can greatly boost one's own morale and intimidate and weaken the enemy's morale.

In a private duel where the strength of the participants is roughly equal, whoever is the first to manifest a martial arts dharma form will inevitably suffer a loss.

Because of the massive size of the Martial Arts Dharma Image, some flexibility is destined to be sacrificed.

If the opponent does not manifest a Dharma form and only fights with their original form, the battle scene will be no different from a rat playing with an elephant.

"Buzz!"

The sound of a halberd slicing through the air rang out.

The black halberd, now without its opponent, returned to its master's hands, trembling incessantly.

Under Zhang Mu's grasp, it slowly pointed towards Lü Bu below.

"war!!!"

The instant the word "war" fell.

Lu Bu, with both feet firmly planted on the ground, moved.

He was like a demon king who had emerged from hell, soaring into the sky with boundless ferocity and tyranny, heading straight for where Zhang Mu was standing.

The bright moon hangs high above the endless wilderness.

A humanoid crimson flame and a humanoid blackish-red flame collided violently.