Tycoon War God

”BUZZING!”

The Dharma Seal danced, suddenly expanding to fill the entire hall.

”Buddha’s Light Illumination!”

Master Chixiao let out a roar like the lion’s roar of the Buddhist Door, deafeningly loud.

”CRACK! CRACK!”

The walls of the entire villa began to crack under the force of the Buddhist sound.

”Quick, go!”

Daoist Buji’s expression changed drastically. He grabbed Qiao Tianhao and his son and instantly dashed outside.

A grand Buddhist chant sounded, and the entire villa was bathed in golden light.

Qiao Tianhao and his son stared at the scene before them, their faces stricken with terror as they stood frozen to the spot.

What kind of power is this? It’s terrifying!

”What a magnificent Buddha’s Light Illumination!”

Daoist Buji squinted, his expression grave as he scrutinized the scene.

Daoist Buji couldn’t help but marvel, ”To think Master Chixiao has combined two Dao Methods of the Buddhist Door. He’s a truly heaven-sent genius!”

”Daoist, do you think the Master can win?”

This was Qiao Tianhao’s most pressing concern. No matter what, as long as Lin Mu died, his son could live. The Qiao Family would also be preserved.

”Don’t worry.” Daoist Buji chuckled. ”With this move from Master Chixiao, forget Lin Wudi. Even I would need to exert some effort to face it.”

In his words, Daoist Buji seemed even more confident in his own strength.

And in his eyes, Lin Mu was already a dead man.

Whether it was Buddha’s Light Illumination or the Nine Syllables of Buddha’s Teachings, either one alone was enough to drive an ordinary Grandmaster to despair. What’s more, Master Chixiao had perfectly combined the two.

Killing a Grandmaster was well within his reach!

”That’s good, that’s good.”

Qiao Tianhao felt greatly relieved and was glad he had found these two experts to aid him.

This one billion was well spent!

A look of ecstatic joy appeared on Qiao Zishan’s face as well.

He has to die. He has to die.

Otherwise, with a Grandmaster vowing to kill him, he truly had no way to survive.

***

”Heh, Buddha’s Light Illumination? Nine Syllables?”

In the hall, Lin Mu looked at the overwhelming golden light and scoffed with disdain. ”All these flashy tricks? I can shatter them with a single punch!”

As soon as he spoke, Lin Mu suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch.

”Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals Twelve Forms—Deicide Fist!”

A fierce, murderous intent erupted from Lin Mu, as if it could tear the heavens and the earth apart. The spiritual energy in his body roared out, gathering in his fist.

He threw the punch!

”BOOM!”

With a deafening roar, it seemed as if the punch tore a great hole in the surrounding air.

A fist’s shadow howled forth, smashing into the depths of the golden light.

”CRACK! CRACK!”

Everywhere it passed, the golden Dharma Seals were shattered to pieces, leaving only an empty void in its wake.

At the end of the void sat Master Chixiao, cross-legged on the ground.

But now, the expression on his face had vanished, leaving only bafflement.

”Why?” Master Chixiao suddenly asked.

”You’re simply too weak,” Lin Mu stated indifferently.

Master Chixiao had expected Lin Mu to criticize his low proficiency in Buddha Dharma, but he never thought Lin Mu would just say he was too weak.

With a wry smile, Master Chixiao placed his palms together, a compassionate look on his face. ”Benefactor, all enmity stems from karma. Why not let go of your obsessions and ascend to ultimate bliss?”

Lin Mu retorted, ”If that’s the case, Master, why don’t you let go of your own obsessions?”

Master Chixiao was suddenly shaken, then he smiled miserably. ”So be it. If I do not enter Hell, who will? I only hope the Benefactor will commit fewer killings and find liberation soon.”

Master Chixiao placed his palms together, chanting a Buddhist phrase, ”Amitabha...”

His head drooped, and he breathed his last.

With Master Chixiao’s death, the golden light that filled the hall dissipated.

A large hole was visible on Master Chixiao’s chest, as if punched clean through. Eerily, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

A renowned Buddhist monk of his generation was killed by Lin Mu with a single punch.

Perhaps it was Master Chixiao’s destiny.

***

Is he dead?

Qiao Tianhao watched the villa’s main hall nervously, his hands unconsciously tightening into fists.

”Master Qiao, do not panic. Master Chixiao hails from the Golden Light Temple. With his profound Buddha Dharma, he was certainly capable of slaying that man...”

Daoist Buji hadn’t finished speaking when a figure slowly emerged from the villa.

Dressed in casual clothes with his hands clasped behind his back, he strolled out leisurely.

”Apologies. The Master you spoke of has been ’liberated’ by me,” Lin Mu said indifferently, his gaze falling upon Qiao Zishan.

”THUD!”

Qiao Zishan’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

”Master Chixiao... is dead?”

Qiao Zishan’s face turned ashen, his eyes filled with terror. With Master Chixiao dead, who could possibly stop Lin Mu from killing him?

A look of shock also flashed across Qiao Tianhao’s eyes.

”Impossible!” Daoist Buji exclaimed in disbelief. ”How could you have killed Master Chixiao? He may not have been a Grandmaster, but his Buddha Dharma was profound—more than enough to kill you!”

”A non-Grandmaster trying to kill a Grandmaster?” Lin Mu shook his head. ”Even Yunxu Ouyang Ming didn’t dare claim he could kill me. What chance did that monk have?”

”What?”

Daoist Buji’s pupils constricted. ”Western Poison Xiao Ouyang... was slain by you?”

Western Poison Xiao Ouyang was a Grandmaster famed for ages. How could he have been no match for Lin Mu?

”What if he was?” Lin Mu smiled faintly. ”Now it’s your turn. Are you going to make a move, or are you going to leave?”

Daoist Buji’s expression grew hesitant.

His strength was on par with Master Chixiao’s. Since Lin Mu had killed Chixiao, he knew he stood no chance either.

”Daoist, you can’t leave!” Seeing Daoist Buji’s hesitation, Qiao Tianhao grew desperate. ”I’ll add another five hundred million! Kill this man, and I’ll personally hand you one point five billion!”

Daoist Buji was sorely tempted. Pursuers of the Martial Way like himself rarely had the spare energy to earn money. But he was at a critical juncture, just one step away from becoming a Grandmaster. With one point five billion, he could add a little of his own and obtain a treasured item he had set his sights on. That treasure could definitely help him advance to the rank of Grandmaster!

But...

But thinking of Lin Mu’s methods, Daoist Buji was still filled with trepidation.

”Two billion!” Qiao Tianhao gritted his teeth and declared, ”Daoist, kill this man and I’ll give you two billion! On top of that, my Qiao Family will present you with generous gifts every year!”

Two billion was no small sum. But money lost could be earned again. His son was irreplaceable; once dead, he was gone forever.

”Fine!” Daoist Buji gritted his teeth, finally agreeing.

With two billion, he could definitely secure that treasure!

Thinking of this, Daoist Buji took a deep breath and stepped forward. ”Lin Wudi, I know you are strong, but I am not one to be taken lightly.”

As his words fell, a sky-shattering sword intent erupted from him.

”SHIING!”

With a piercing cry, the longsword on Daoist Buji’s back flew from its sheath, pointing straight at Lin Mu.

Lin Mu stood his ground, completely motionless.

”Daoist Buji, if you wish to kill my Master, you’ll have to get past me first!”

At that moment, a powerful roar rang out.

Simultaneously, a chilling blade intent descended from the heavens!

Heavenly Punishment Blade!

Li Xiaotian