Tycoon War God

Bolts of lightning rained down, transforming into dazzling, terrifying pillars of light that completely sealed off the villa. This thunderous punishment persisted for more than ten minutes, only ceasing when the entire villa had been reduced to ash.

When the lightning subsided and the villa had vanished, not a single member of the Fang Family had escaped.

Atop a nearby building, thunder crackled and coalesced into a meter-long figure that hovered slowly in the sky.

The Thunder Dragon had returned.

Fang Yonglong gazed at the Thunder Dragon above him, his complexion ashen, his eyes brimming with utter despair. He stared at the figure standing in the night wind, his body trembling as he gazed into the distance.

”How could you do this? How could you?”

Although his son was dead, the foundation of his family’s power remained. But now, it had been thoroughly obliterated by the man before him.

Hatred, resentment, and rage surged through him.

”You think this is the end?”

Lin Mu turned, glancing at Qin Luoli in his arms. A rare, piercing chill surfaced in his resolute eyes.

”From the moment you laid your hands on my woman, you and your entire bloodline were destined to be erased from this world.”

Lin Mu cracked a smile. ”You can fool the world, but you can’t fool me. I know you have another son and a daughter hidden away somewhere, protected by those you trust most. I even know you have two mistresses, both of them pregnant.”

Fang Yonglong’s pupils contracted. He drew in a sharp, cold breath, staring at Lin Mu in utter horror. ”How... how do you know this?” he rasped. ”What are you planning to do?”

”I told you,” Lin Mu said, his lips curling into a cruel arc, ”I would eradicate your entire bloodline!”

”You devil!” Fang Yonglong roared. ”If you dare do this, the Martial Alliance won’t let you get away with it!”

”Is that so?” Lin Mu scoffed. ”If the world were to learn that the Fang Family colluded with the Dark Web Organization, do you think the Martial Alliance would protect you?”

This time, Fang Yonglong was completely stunned. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out as his expression shifted repeatedly.

Finally, he heaved a deep sigh and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he seemed to have aged decades in an instant, most of the life draining from him.

THUD!

Fang Yonglong dropped to his knees. ”Lin Mu, I know I was wrong to provoke you. You’ve already killed my son and annihilated my family here. But I beg you, please, let this be the end of it. I’m begging you!”

Fang Yonglong slammed his head against the ground again and again until his forehead was a bloody pulp. He paid it no mind, his voice a pathetic wail as he begged for mercy.

Lin Mu remained unmoved.

”Lin Mu!” Fang Yonglong cried out. ”Those two children of mine… one is five, the other is three, and the other two are still in the womb! What have they ever done wrong?”

”Are you really going to slaughter every last one of them?”

Lin Mu’s expression was unchanged; he didn’t so much as blink.

”And what did my woman do to deserve any of this? When you tortured her, did you ever imagine this day would come?”

Lin Mu’s voice was like a glacial wind from the abyss, chilling to the bone.

At that moment, Fang Yonglong finally felt a profound, soul-deep regret.

”I said I would wipe out the Fang Family’s bloodline, and I am a man of my word,” Lin Mu’s tone was cold to the extreme. ”While I am not one for wanton slaughter, I am no soft-hearted fool. This is the price for daring to harm my family and friends!”

As he spoke, Lin Mu suddenly extended his hand, palm open.

SIZZLE!

In his palm, a thumb-sized droplet of blood appeared, boiling like water.

The moment it materialized, Fang Yonglong screamed in agony. His body twisted and convulsed as if he were enduring the most excruciating torture imaginable.

It was his blood essence.

How did Lin Mu know that Fang Yonglong had other descendants? He had naturally divined it using the man’s own blood essence. For the Heavenly Shepherd Venerable, whose methods pierced the heavens and shaped eons of creation, a mere Soul Tracing Technique was a trivial matter, effortlessly performed.

In the night wind, Lin Mu’s clothes billowed and his dark hair whipped about, his entire being exuding a frigid, merciless aura.

At that moment, never mind Fang Yonglong, even the Thunder Dragon couldn’t help but shiver. It lay prostrate on the rooftop, trembling violently, the thunder rumbling within its body growing faint.

Lin Mu flicked his finger, causing the droplet of blood essence to float into midair. With another flick, a crimson strand shot from it, tearing through the night sky and howling into the distance.

In a neighborhood in River City, everyone was fast asleep, oblivious as a streak of light whizzed through the air and burrowed into one of the houses.

Inside a dimly lit room, a man and a woman lay drenched in sweat, nestled together. The woman was Fang Yonglong’s mistress; the man was his most trusted subordinate. He had no idea that this most trusted subordinate was betraying him.

The woman said, ”Brother Lu, take me away from here. I want to be with you.”

The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded fiercely. ”Okay!”

Neither of them knew that in the nursery, a ray of light had just appeared, sinking into the space between the sleeping child’s eyebrows.

Within a clubhouse, the third floor was strictly off-limits.

A woman suddenly felt a chill and hurriedly covered her daughter with the blanket. She then gently kissed the girl’s forehead, turned off the light, and tiptoed out to throw herself into a man’s arms.

”Brother Wu, I’ve missed you so much...”

At the same time, a crimson gleam shot silently through the air, sinking into the little girl’s mind.

In two other locations, the remaining pregnant women felt their hearts pound with extreme unease. They tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. As two more streaks of blood-red light appeared, both women cried out in terror, clutching their bellies. They wailed until their tears ran dry, only to realize with dawning horror that their beds were soaked in blood.

「...」

Lin Mu turned. In the air, only a final, thin strand of the blood essence remained.

Fang Yonglong lay on the ground, his face deathly pale and utterly weakened, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He glared with such fury it seemed his eyes would burst. ”Hahaha! A Martial Arts Grandmaster? So this is a Grandmaster? One who uses such brutal methods, not even sparing children! Heaven is truly blind!”

Lin Mu slowly walked toward him, his icy voice falling on Fang Yonglong’s ears.

”I have never claimed to be a good man. Those descendants of yours were already chosen by the Dark Web Organization. Once they were a little older, they were to be sent to the Dark Web for training, weren’t they?”

Not only could the Soul Tracing Technique sever a person’s life force at the very root of their soul and bloodline, but it could also steal their memories. So, of course, he knew of Fang Yonglong’s collusion with the Dark Web.

Fang Yonglong’s pupils constricted again. At this point, he was speechless. What Lin Mu said was the truth. The condition for his cooperation with the Dark Web was that he would send all his children to them. The Dark Web, in return, would simply help him gather a hundred Martial Artists to besiege and kill Lin Mu.

But the man before him had seen through it all.

”So, it’s true. Nothing can be hidden from you.” Fang Yonglong gave a wretched smile. ”So be it. There is nothing more for me, Fang Yonglong, to say. I only ask that you grant me a quick death.”

”A quick death?” Lin Mu slowly shook his head. ”You’re dreaming. I will make you suffer for all eternity, never to know the peace of a good death.”

The Thunder Dragon, which had been crouching nearby, lunged forward and swallowed Fang Yonglong in a single gulp.

From that moment on, Fang Yonglong would be subjected to the eternal torment of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Soul Refinement, with no hope of reincarnation.