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

The emperor muttered to himself in the tent.

An unparalleled, domineering aura instantly swept across the entire military tent and spread outwards.

"I don't know who the enemy is, but... it doesn't matter."

"I am the overlord, and I fear no enemy in the world."

"boom!"

Nine drops of supreme true blood, containing pure and domineering aura, emerged from the emperor's heart.

An immense pressure poured down, almost suffocating everyone inside the tent.

Everyone was completely bewildered.

The banquet was in full swing, and the plans were progressing steadily. Why did the Lord suddenly harm himself and force out his true blood?

The Martial Realm Emperor had no intention of explaining, nor did he bother to reveal his secrets to others.

Two beams of light shot from his double pupils, piercing through the ages, transforming into a passage connecting the long river of time that spans the past and present.

Followed by.

Nine drops of Imperial True Blood rose into the air and flowed into the long river through the eye channel.

"The future holds enemies!"

"hehe!"

"The path of martial arts is not lonely!"

After he finished speaking, the emperor sat down again.

His gaze returned to the uneasy "King of Guanzhong" inside the tent, and the murderous intent in his heart faded somewhat, no longer as intense as before.

At the same time.

The Martial Emperor, a figure from the long river of time, took his seat for a fleeting moment...

Within the self-contained world formed by the black mist portal, the surface of the long river of time surged, and nine drops of brilliant true blood broke through the void, directly merging into the body of the Overlord's phantom.

"boom!"

True blood that transcends countless ages erupted within him.

The illusory image of the Overlord grew increasingly imposing.

The purple-gold terracotta warriors scattered throughout the dark world and the ghostly generals crawling out of the coffins had no time to react.

The Overlord, who had fused with nine drops of true blood from the Emperor Realm, unleashed a punch.

The black fog vaporized, and the black tide rose.

This dark world, constructed from deathly energy, malevolent energy, and extreme cold, was suddenly filled with a scene of annihilation.

The coffin was destroyed, and countless purple-gold terracotta warriors were completely annihilated.

Within the vast, dark world, all things were desolate, with only the figure of the Overlord standing alone in the void.

After destroying all obstacles...

The overlord did not waste a single moment.

Knowing that his lingering resentment could not be sustained for long, he immediately set off towards the corner of the mausoleum he had just glimpsed.

however.

Before he could even set off.

The imperial mausoleum, hidden deep within the black mist, had now fully manifested in the vision of the double pupils.

Above the imperial tomb.

An ancient stone tablet slowly floated over.

The stele has nothing else on it except for one engraved pattern:

A man wearing an imperial crown stands proudly atop Mount Tai.

next moment.

The emperor's phantom on the pattern raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the overlord, and a profound imperial aura spread out from there.

The overlord was fearless, and his imperial might erupted, confronting the enemy from afar.

Although both are supreme imperial power, their essences are completely different.

The imperial majesty of the phantom emperor relies on the great momentum of heaven and earth, and carries the power of mountains, rivers and people.

The imposing aura of the Overlord's phantom stems purely from his own martial arts foundation.

"Is it you who is calling for me?"

Within the patterns on the stele, the emperor's phantom speaks, his gaze calmly fixed on the overlord's phantom.

"turn out to be……"

"It's the Overlord."

"You're early!"

After seeing the state of the Overlord's phantom...

The emperor's illusory figure seemed oblivious to the approaching rage and killing intent, and gently shook his head.

"Your opponent is not me."

After saying this, the cracks on the stele, which bore the image of the emperor, spread and shattered with a crash.

"Boom!"

The mausoleum beneath the stone tablet resembles an earth dragon turning over.

The boulders kept breaking off and collapsing.

Deep within the mausoleum.

A massive purple-gold coffin came into view of the Overlord's double pupils.

"Within the coffin...the aura of my own flesh and blood!"

Sensing the aura flowing within the coffin that belonged to him, the phantom of the Overlord felt as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Bang!"

The heavy coffin lid flew into the air.

The person sleeping in the coffin slowly opened their eyes.

It was another pair of double pupils!

The moment his double pupils met the illusory image of the Overlord...

The deep, resonant heartbeat, like the morning bell and evening drum, echoed throughout the purple-gold coffin.

A terrifying aura, no weaker than the phantom of the Overlord, slowly revived, filling the entire dark world.

The owner of the coffin slowly sat up.

A face identical to the phantom of the Overlord was revealed.

However, the same face has some differences.

The phantom of the Overlord, carrying lingering regrets, is nourished by nine drops of imperial blood, and still retains a vibrant life force.

The being resurrected within the purple-gold coffin was surrounded by endless deathly, yin energy.

"Is it my own regret?"

The "Overlord" in the coffin spoke, his double pupils staring intently at the phantom image of the Overlord in front of him.

His eyes shone with human wisdom, unlike the other Yin generals in the imperial tomb who had lost themselves.

"A lonely sorrow?!!!"

Upon hearing this, the illusory image of the Overlord laughed in extreme anger, and his killing intent surged even more fiercely.

"A monstrous body, born from the blood and flesh of a solitary being and nurtured by the deathly aura of the imperial tomb, dares to call itself 'I'?"

The illusory image of the Overlord locked onto the opponent's heart, where a mass of his original flesh and blood from his previous life resided.

The aura I sensed earlier originated from this place.

"I will kill you! I will devour your lingering remnant spirit and the nine drops of imperial blood within you. Who dares to say that I am not you!"

The "Overlord" inside the purple-gold coffin, or rather, the molted corpse of the Overlord, spoke in a cold voice.

His double pupils were sinister; when he looked at the illusory image of the Overlord, it was as if he were scrutinizing prey that was within easy reach.

"By devouring you, I can transform into a state of perfection."

"If I find your remaining remains scattered throughout the world, I am you, and you are me!"

"I will become the only Hegemon of Western Chu in all of history."

As they were talking.

The corpse of the Overlord rose into the air and landed directly in front of the Overlord's phantom image.

He made a vague grasping motion with his palm towards the void.

Dense death energy gathered in the void and took shape, transforming into a pitch-black weapon that was no different from the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd.

"wishful thinking!"

The phantom of the Overlord smiled disdainfully.

Two figures with identical appearances locked eyes, and a fierce battle erupted instantly!

The phantom of the Overlord swung his arm and wielded the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, the dazzling golden imperial divine light tearing through the boundless darkness, his killing intent piercing through this secret realm.

At the same time, the corpse of the Overlord on the opposite side activated the Death Qi Halberd, and the pitch-black halberd light rolled with endless netherworld evil energy.

The two incredibly powerful halberds collided with a deafening roar.

Clang!

The resounding clang of metal, echoing through the ages, reverberated throughout the world of black mist.

Layer upon layer of spatial barriers crumbled like thin ice, inch by inch.

The pitch-black death aura and the golden imperial light clashed wildly, transforming into a violent storm that swept across the heavens and earth.

Below, the black water surged and boiled, and countless skeletal remains and terracotta warriors hidden at the bottom of the tide were instantly crushed into ashes by the two opposing forces.

The battle continues.

They had the same face, but the Daoist aura emanating from their double pupils was completely opposite.

One is to inherit the blood and spirit of countless battles in human history, and to carry an undying fighting spirit that transcends the years.

One is that it relies on the endless death energy of the imperial tomb, which contains the killing intent to destroy everything.

The same tactics.

Different origins.

Every collision between the two creates a deafening roar in space.

The phantom of the Overlord leaped through the air, his halberds flashing and crisscrossing, reenacting his invincible and domineering ways that swept across the six directions and roamed the eight wastelands in the past.

The Overlord's corpse also understood its own inherent advantages.

Its every move was ruthless, and it was determined to devour the lingering remnants of the past and the nine drops of imperial blood to perfect itself.

The two fought fiercely, with the black mist churning endlessly.

The independent little world within this black mist portal began to crack, unable to withstand the clash of their energies, and gradually began to collapse.

however.

Neither the phantom of the Overlord nor the molted corpse of the Overlord paid any attention to either.

Amidst a long roar and furious battle.

The two factions, one gold and one black, fought an endless battle, their fighting extending further and further away, heading towards the unknown, vast void deep within the black mist world.

finally.

The two figures disappeared into the boundless darkness.

All that remains are the ruined mausoleum and the ever-turbulent Blackwater Tide...

as well as.

The distant echoes of the imperial war, still raging.