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

midair.

The phantom of the Overlord wielded the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd and killed a powerful Xiongnu warrior with a mere wave of his hand.

The immense pressure emanating from him swept across the entire world.

But in Zhang Mu's eyes...

That terrifying power is secondary.

What truly made him concentrate and couldn't help but ponder it carefully...

On the contrary, it was the phantom of the overlord, influenced by the imperial weapon, that uttered a single sentence that echoed repeatedly throughout the heavens and earth:

Why would the master need to come in person to kill you!

The final nine syllables resonated like the grandest bells, shaking the very soul.

On the surface, it is a declaration of war by the arrogant spirit of the warriors, a battle waged by the imperial soldiers on behalf of their lord, but hidden within are secrets that are enough to overturn the understanding of future generations.

It is full of intriguing mysteries.

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, a supreme ruler of the Overlord Realm, a ceiling-level figure of his era.

The realm of the Overlord is incredibly profound.

Having long transcended the shackles of mortal life and death, a single drop of one's true blood can reshape the physical body and recreate the soul.

Even a wisp of a remnant soul can lie dormant for a thousand years, waiting to be reborn.

How could such a supreme being, who looked down upon the world, simply be trapped and killed in the encirclement at Gaixia, hastily meet his end on the banks of the Wujiang River, and completely disappear from the world?

The Wengong Cave between Zhang Mu's brows trembled slightly.

His thoughts.

His thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Zhang Jiao in Luodu in the past.

People say that Emperor Wu suffered misfortune in his later years, which led to his senility and madness, and even forced his own son to commit suicide...

However, under the guidance of the Heavenly General...

He only found out then.

The seemingly absurd actions of that powerful ruler were actually all part of a profound and meaningful plan.

A bold conjecture.

It gradually took root in Zhang Mu's mind.

The defeat at Gaixia back then may have been just a grand illusion deliberately staged by Xiang Yu.

In places unseen by the world.

He may have sealed away his true bloodline and severed a wisp of his divine soul in advance, laying out a grand plan for resurrection spanning thousands of years, waiting for the right moment to return to the mortal world.

Zhang Mu did not connect Xiang Yu's contingency plan with the imperial tomb where the terracotta warriors marched at night.

To live, be a hero; to die, be a ghost among heroes!

In just ten short characters, the poem perfectly captures the proud and aloof spirit of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, etched into his very soul.

With his unyielding and domineering nature, he reigned supreme over heaven and earth...

Even if they need to lie low and wait for rebirth, they will never cower inside the imperial tomb and become a Yin general manipulated by the imperial tomb.

In a moment of clarity.

Zhang Muye then clarified the reason for the appearance of the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd.

The praise and sympathy for Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, contained in the poetry served as the starting point, while the provocation of the scarred-faced Xiongnu strongman against the owner of this imperial weapon was the ignition point...

The two are combined.

This is what caused this Overlord Realm Imperial Weapon to spontaneously resurrect from the bottom of the buried river and return to fight in place of its master.

After understanding all this, Zhang Mu became even calmer.

however.

The other powerful Xiongnu warriors on the field had completely different thoughts from him.

Aside from the half-skeletal Hunnic powerhouse who is trapped in the Chrysanthemum Sea prison, tightly restrained by the failed scholar-sage's shadow figure, and whose blood essence is constantly being refined and absorbed...

After a brief moment of shock, the remaining powerful Xiongnu warriors were quickly replaced by a near-manic greed by the fear in their eyes.

The Overlord Realm is an unparalleled threshold that they cannot reach even if they exhaust their entire lives, deplete the earth's spiritual energy, and overdraw their lifespan and foundation.

Now, a royal weapon, suspected to contain the blood essence of a Overlord Realm expert and an innate spiritual deity, is placed before them.

The situation.

It was like a rare delicacy placed before a hungry wolf.

"If one can master and refine the natal imperial weapon left behind by the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, one can glimpse the true essence of the Hegemon-King realm!"

"At that time."

"The martial arts barriers that have bound us for so many years can be shattered in a single day, allowing us to touch upon a higher level of martial arts!"

"Gentlemen!"

"Why be so fixated on killing this child? Our only chance to defy fate lies in joining forces to seize the imperial weapon!"

A cold, hoarse sound pierced the sky.

The speaker was none other than the powerful Xiongnu expert hidden in a black robe, with only a pair of cold, eerie green eyes visible.

Before he could finish speaking...

His aura, dormant for a century, erupted without reservation, causing visible ripples to spread through the void.

The barrier of his mid-stage Martial Aspect Realm cultivation that he had been displaying shattered, and his aura soared upwards.

Breaking through the mid-stage shackles, he headed straight for the late-stage peak of the Martial Aspect Realm.

In the blink of an eye.

Its blood energy strength is only a hair's breadth away from the half-step Overlord Realm.

Can……

That line is an insurmountable barrier.

No matter how much this powerful Hunnic warrior in black robes tried to unleash his inner strength, his aura was firmly blocked outside the threshold.

He can only be compared to Lu Bu before he became a demon.

It's even slightly less than that.

"That's excellent!"

"Seizing the imperial weapons is far more important than killing a Han Chinese junior."

next moment.

A rough, hoarse voice of agreement followed immediately.

Zhang Mu looked up at the sound...

The speaker was a powerful figure from the Xiongnu tribe, with a dwarf-like build, a hideous and ugly appearance, and sparse hair.

now.

The man's bones erupted with a dense, crackling sound like popping beans, and his withered body was filled and reshaped by surging blood energy.

His body grew taller and more graceful inch by inch, unleashing a forbidden secret technique that allowed him to return to his peak in his later years.

This scene was all too familiar to Zhang Mu.

In the past, the Xianbei Tan Shihuai relied on such secret techniques to forcibly revert to his youth, burning his original essence to gain peak combat power for a short period of time.

Watching this group of people go mad over a royal weapon...

A sense of absurdity arose in Zhang Mu's heart.

However, Zhang Mu overlooked the plight of the vast majority of martial arts practitioners in the world:

Not everyone possesses such unreasonable martial arts talent as him.

Not everyone can break through to a higher realm naturally.

In his eyes, it wasn't worth risking his life to fight for; he was certain he could forge a royal weapon for himself someday...

Yet it was the dawn of the Great Dao that this group of powerful Xiongnu warriors, who had been trapped in a predicament for a hundred years, had pursued their entire lives.

"Haha, count me in!"

Another martial envoy burst into wild laughter, his killing intent and greed intertwined.

"I also want to personally investigate the details of this imperial weapon."

"If we could extract the martial arts techniques and killing skills that Xiang Yu cultivated throughout his life from the weapon deities within the divine weapon..."

Even if I don't reach the Overlord Realm, my cultivation will surely reach new heights!

"Let's take a step back."

Even if we can't obtain these...

"By consuming the spiritual essence within this imperial weapon and the deity, we can replenish the depletion of our vital energy and blood that we have lost during our century-long slumber, and repair our decaying martial arts foundation."

The minds of all the powerful Xiongnu warriors were focused on the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd.

Only the hunched old woman who recognized the origins of the imperial soldiers tapped the air lightly with her bone cane and spoke to express her stance.

His aged, hoarse voice slowly spread out.

"I do not contend for the ownership of divine weapons, nor do I seek supernatural powers or techniques."

"After suppressing the imperial troops..."

"Just borrow it for a look and comprehend the remaining Daoist essence of the Overlord within it."

"What should be done with this imperial soldier a year from now...?"

"You may make your own decisions; I will not interfere."

The words fell.

The power of time burst forth from within her body.

The aura of gloom, death, and decay that had been clinging to the old woman vanished in an instant, like a receding tide.

His hunched back slowly straightened, his withered flesh became full of life, and the deep wrinkles on his face faded away.

In just a few breaths.

A stunningly beautiful woman from a northern tribe, possessing both graceful curves and the wildness of the desert, has appeared in the world.

Shedding the signs of old age, one returns to the most vibrant years of their life.

Her gaze swept over Zhang Mu, who stood suspended in mid-air, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a melancholy that transcended a thousand years.

"Young Han Chinese!"

"Am I still pleasing to the eye in my current state?"

"It's a pity that your Han general Li Ling never even glanced at me back then..."

"Otherwise."

"Why should this old woman slumber underground, enduring these long centuries alone?"