Tycoon War God

The moonlight shimmered like water.

Atop the roof of the Qin Zhu Courtyard, a figure stood in the wind, overlooking the myriad city lights.

”It’s time,” he murmured.

With a BOOM, a vast Divine Sense radiated from Lin Mu’s brow, sweeping in every direction at a terrifying speed. The Divine Sense surged like a tide, emanating from the Qin Zhu Courtyard and pushing outward like a torrential sea. In the blink of an eye, it had shrouded nearly half of River City.

BOOM! BOOM!

Simultaneously, a deluge of miscellaneous information flooded his mind. Lin Mu was no stranger to this. He had used this same method when he obliterated the Jiangling Fang Family, so he was now perfectly adept at it. His Divine Sense multiplied, rapidly sifting through the information for what he needed.

He saw Cheng Bugui and the others sitting around a round table with grave expressions; he saw Qin Yan tossing and turning, unable to sleep; he saw Su Ke’er still handling company affairs; he saw a solemn atmosphere pervading the Guan Family.

He ”saw” countless scenes: thousands of households, smoke curling up from kitchen chimneys, the vibrant bustle of mortal life.

He even ”saw” numerous sneaky figures lurking around. A commercial vehicle was parked outside the villa, and two figures were walking inside. Not only that, but he also saw many points of light moving rapidly through the night. Each point of spiritual light represented a life, and these were no ordinary lives.

They were Martial Artists. And each had a different aura.

”Found you,” Lin Mu murmured, his lips curling into a cold smile. Among these points of light, he discovered many that exuded dark, chilling auras filled with killing intent.

He recognized these auras. They belonged to members of the International Assassins Organization. As the former number one assassin in the world, Lin Mu was intimately familiar with every assassin organization and their distinct auras. The reason he had been wandering around for the past two days was precisely to draw these assassins out and leave his mark on them.

The most recent mark was in the forest behind the villa where Lin Mu had once annihilated a squad from the Blood Rat Mercenary Corps.

BANG!

He stomped his foot, and the entire villa trembled slightly. Lin Mu himself shot upwards like a bombshell, soaring a hundred meters into the sky.

BOOM! BOOM!

An assassin lay prone in the woods, his breath concealed as he spied on the Qin Zhu Courtyard, waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. However, the sound of tearing air startled him. He looked up and was met with a shocking sight.

Under the silver moonlight, a figure was hurtling down from the sky.

Before he could react, Lin Mu descended with overwhelming power, stomping down and completely crushing the man.

”First one.”

Lin Mu didn’t even glance at the man, unconcerned that he had just killed an ace assassin renowned throughout the underworld. He stomped on the ground again, launching himself into the air once more.

THUD!

The ground trembled slightly as Lin Mu covered a distance of over a hundred meters in a single bound. Soaring through the night sky, liberating his body and mind, he felt every pore on his body open. Each cell seemed to cry out in exhilaration, as if communicating with the heavens and the earth.

With the Heavenly Dao Laws Record as his foundation, he had built the most solid of Dao bases. Myriad laws stemmed from his will, independent of external forces. Eventually, upon reaching a certain realm of strength, he would become the heavens, the Dao, a part of everything in the world, omnipresent. At that point, he could continually draw power from the universe, growing ever stronger.

This was the first time Lin Mu had fully unleashed the power of his physical body since forging the Twelve-Fold Towers.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

At this moment, Lin Mu was like a Marvel superhero, darting between the skyscrapers of the modern metropolis. He leaped from one building to another in an instant, occasionally leaving a clear footprint on a wall as he used the impact to propel himself to the next. Under the cover of night, Lin Mu had no fear of being discovered. Even if someone caught a glimpse, they would likely mistake him for a large bird.

「In a hotel room」

”Lin Mu, I, Shangguan Shiming, will never let you go!” Shangguan Shiming’s pretty face was flushed as she gripped the bedsheets tightly. The monthly agony was unbearable, even for someone like her. It was a heart-piercing pain.

BANG!

A loud noise echoed as a shadow flashed past the window. The entire building shook violently, causing Shangguan Shiming, who had just suppressed a wave of intense pain, to gasp sharply.

”Ah, Lin Mu, I’m going to kill you!”

Having just leaped from a building, Lin Mu suddenly turned his head.

Did someone just call my name?

As he glanced back, a smile touched his lips.

So it’s you.

But he didn’t stop. The strongest woman he had ever met was not his enemy.

「In a luxurious private room of a club」

”So, he is Lin Wudi?” A pale-faced man carefully watched a video playing before him.

The video showed three people fighting. The image was sharp, as if it had been professionally enhanced. It was footage of the battle at Dongting Lake.

Lin Wudi versus two Grandmasters!

Wen Lie of the Eight Extremes Gate!

East Madness Dong Feng Potian!

The video had just shown the moment Lin Mu kicked Wen Lie to death, followed by Dong Feng Potian fleeing for his life. The footage cut off there, the rest seemingly edited out.

”Although the video is incomplete, it’s enough to conclude that this Lin Wudi is truly a genius of the Huaxia Martial Arts World,” the man said in a deep voice. ”He fought two Grandmasters, yet easily killed one and scared off the other. Moreover, his speed is incredible, and he moves freely on water. It’s clear that ordinary methods will be useless against him.”

This man was known as Blood Demon, an ace killer for Blood Skeleton. He, along with the Dark Night Queen of Corroding Bones, was known as one of Blood Skeleton’s three ace killers.

”Are you scared?”

A cold woman’s voice drifted in from the window. Its unique tone held an irresistible, impulsive quality. But Blood Demon didn’t dare give in to it. He knew who she was: the most powerful member of Blood Skeleton.

The Queen of the Night.

”If you’re scared, you can go crawling back where you came from,” the Queen of the Night’s voice continued. ”No matter how strong Lin Wudi is, I will be the one to take his head.”

Though her voice was heard, no one had ever seen her face. Anyone who had laid eyes on the Queen of the Night was already dead. There were no exceptions.

”Scared?” Blood Demon licked his lips and sneered, ”There’s no one in this world that I, Blood Demon, am afraid of!”

”Is that so?”

Just then, a quiet voice suddenly filled the room.

THUD. A figure walked straight in through the window, his hand clamped around a young girl’s neck. The girl looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a black robe and wearing a crown, like a princess.

”Queen of the Night!”

Blood Demon’s face was a mask of shock. Although he had never seen this girl before, he recognized the blood-red skeleton tattooed on her neck—the mark of the Blood Skeleton!

What shocked him even more was how the man got up here. This is the thirty-sixth floor! How on earth did he manage it?

There was no time to think. Blood Demon instinctively backed away, reaching for the gun on the bed. But at that moment, a streak of green light whistled through the air, piercing straight through his brow.

In his final moments, Blood Demon heard a faint voice.

”Ninth.”