Tycoon War God

Soaring into the sky!

The fierce wind howled!

In Ouyang Ming’s eyes, there was only that single point of light in the heavens.

His killing intent surged! The Toad Skill was his most powerful technique. Ouyang Ming had faced countless enemies in his life, but no one had ever survived this lethal strike.

Except for that one person in the Capital.

However, that person’s strength was beyond ordinary comprehension. It had already transcended mortal understanding, breaking free from the constraints of the human race. Losing to him was no disgrace.

But Lin Mu had clearly not reached that level yet. How could he possibly be my match? Whether for fame or for gain, Lin Wudi must die!

As his killing intent swelled, his speed increased. He could now see the figure. Hmm, riding a Thunder Dragon, hovering tens of thousands of feet in the air. This Lin Wudi is quite the figure. A pity he has to die by my hands today!

At this thought, a faint smile appeared on Ouyang Ming’s face. By personally slaying such a monstrous talent, my position on the Heavenly List should move up a few ranks.

With that, Ouyang Ming let out a low roar, bursting through the clouds and shooting forth like a cannonball.

ROAR!

The Thunder Dragon bellowed, its enormous body thrashing fiercely in midair. It fixed its gaze on the dark shadow below, its massive eyes filled with icy killing intent.

A majestic cry resounded as the Thunder Dragon suddenly contorted its body and dove downward.

From afar, two disproportionate figures in the sky collided in an instant. Everyone who witnessed this scene stared with wide eyes, forgetting to breathe, to cry out, to feel fear. They only wanted to know who between the two was stronger.

Finally, the two collided!

BOOM!

A colossal boom that echoed for thousands of miles erupted like a peal of heavenly thunder. Many people nearby fell straight to the ground, unconscious. Even those farther away felt as if their organs had been smashed by a heavy hammer, blood trickling from their mouths and noses as their faces turned deathly pale with terror.

In the distant sky, the collision bloomed like a firework, its dazzling light quickly fading to darkness.

”Hahaha!” Ouyang Ming laughed with wild abandon. ”Lin Wudi, I thought you were supposed to be strong, but it seems you’re nothing special after all!”

A single strike had sent the Thunder Dragon flying, its body flickering weakly with lightning, utterly exhausted.

The outcome is already decided! As for Lin Wudi’s so-called ranking on the Heavenly List, it was clearly just thanks to the Thunder Dragon’s might. His own strength is not even worth mentioning!

”Is that so?”

However, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly echoed from the heavens. ”Aren’t you celebrating a bit too early?”

As the voice fell, Ouyang Ming’s pupils shrank, and horror flooded his heart. He saw the very air around him seem to freeze. All the Spiritual Energy erupted into a violent frenzy, converging toward a single point.

”I summon a seal to descend from the heavens!”

The voice resounded like an edict from the Heavenly Emperor, like a decree from the Great Way. Across the world, thunder rolled!

”Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals Twelve Styles—Demonslaying Seal!”

Ouyang Ming’s heart felt as if it were being crushed, making it hard to breathe. He saw a hand seal of an impossible size materialize and descend from the sky in an instant. The air offered no resistance as the hand seal carried an unstoppable momentum, tearing through the sky and thundering down.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

As the enormous hand seal fell, it grew ever larger, its momentum swelling. In the blink of an eye, it was directly above Ouyang Ming’s head. Without the slightest hesitation, it plummeted!

SPURT!

Ouyang Ming had no time to react as the hand seal instantly struck him. A mouthful of blood sprayed out, his heart consumed by terror.

CRACK!

His clothes disintegrated, and even his bones began to emit painful cracking sounds.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

From a distance, Ouyang Ming was seen hurtling downward at a speed even faster than he had ascended.

CRASH!

A deafening impact shook the earth. The mountain crumbled, countless trees toppled, and the shockwave spread far and wide. The nearby Fang’s Villa, unable to withstand the force, wobbled precariously before collapsing with a final thunderous roar, turning into a pile of rubble. The surrounding residents let out terrified screams, while those who had been watching the battle were rendered collectively speechless.

”Is that something a human is even capable of?” Cheng Bugui, who had retreated to a safe distance, stared at the collapsed Fang’s Villa and the lingering trace of power in the sky. His body trembled violently, certain that the sight he had witnessed tonight would be etched into his memory for the rest of his life. The Martial Artists who arrived later also felt their limbs go weak, struggling to remain standing.

***

In a massive crater on the ground, Ouyang Ming lay weakly. His body trembled, but he could not get up. In that moment, he felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered. His Dantian was destroyed, his Cultivation Level reduced to nothing. Pain wracked his entire body.

A figure slowly descended, landing before him.

”Western Poison Little Ouyang? Eighteenth on the Heavenly List?” Lin Mu’s face was indifferent, his eyes serene. ”What a joke.”

Hearing these words, Ouyang Ming struggled to lift his head from the crater floor. Gazing at the figure, he revealed a smile that was uglier than a grimace of tears. ”I’ve lost,” he said, his voice filled with bitter regret. ”I’ve lost...”

His head lolled to the side, and Ouyang Ming breathed his last. A celebrated Martial Arts Grandmaster, a lofty figure from the Heavenly List, had fallen. From this day forward, only three of the four Grandmasters remained.

Looking at Ouyang Ming’s corpse, Lin Mu sighed.

”Though our paths in the Martial Way differed, you were still a master among men. I will grant you a dignified death.”

With a wave of his hand, the earth churned and boulders rolled, forming a simple grave mound. A desolate wind howled, sweeping away the fallen leaves. The grave stood on the mountaintop, lonely and forlorn.

***

Fang Ting crawled from the rubble, dazed. She stared blankly at the wreckage before her, her heart aching. This was the Fang’s Villa. Once, it had been one of the most prestigious and luxurious places in River City, but now, it was nothing but a pile of ruins. Buried within were her dear brother, her nephew, and her niece. This meant that the Fang Family of River City was now history.

”Lin Mu!” Fang Ting muttered his name, her eyes burning with venomous hatred.

”If you still wish for revenge, you can come find me anytime,” a faint voice said from behind her.

Fang Ting shuddered and turned around silently. A figure was walking slowly into the distance, his voice, as cold as a winter breeze, drifting back to her.

”The only reason I’m not killing you now is so you can deliver a message to Qiao Tianhao. Have Qiao Zishan ready within three days. When the time comes, I will pay him a personal visit.”

It’s time to avenge the original host. It’s time to deal with Qiao Zishan.

Hearing his words, Fang Ting’s body shook as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed powerlessly to the ground.