Tycoon War God

Someone had once witnessed Lin Mu’s Godslayer Finger. That day, it had been like a towering pillar, obscuring the sun and seemingly unstoppable.

Today, this finger strike was as subtle as an antelope hanging by its horns—elusive and without a trace.

By the time people realized where the radiance was headed, it was already too late.

PFFT!

A finger penetrated Yao Kuohai’s brow.

Yao Kuohai’s body swayed, his face a mask of disbelief. To think he had actually died while under the protection of two Martial Arts Grandmasters. He died so effortlessly, with the serenity of a light breeze and drifting clouds.

In front of Lin Mu, he was as fragile as an ant.

”To so deftly break through my slash... it seems the rumors about Lin Wudi were greatly exaggerated. Very good!” Song Kai declared. With his saber in hand, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, his fighting spirit boiling over.

”I, Zhu Feng, have just stepped into the Grandmaster realm. I was seeking a worthy opponent to announce my return to the world, and you are qualified!” Around Zhu Feng, his Paired Swords danced, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

Instead of being dismayed by Yao Kuohai’s death, the two were spurred into a greater fighting spirit.

Lin Mu, however, paid them no mind. He looked at Jiaolong and said indifferently, ”Where are the other members of the Divine Machine Camp?”

Jiaolong’s face was a mixture of embarrassment and reluctance. He looked as though he wanted to speak but couldn’t.

”Speak!” Lin Mu’s voice was icy, like a steel blade scraping against bone.

Jiaolong, as if being flayed alive, let out a stifled grunt as a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Yet, he remained silent.

”It seems you no longer regard me as your Teacher Lin.” Lin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with frost.

Kong Lin had rushed over a few days ago to give him a message: half of the Divine Machine Camp’s soldiers had left without a word, vanishing without a trace and without consulting the Military Department. Even Jiaolong had tossed aside his phone, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

Kong Lin’s intention was to ask Lin Mu to contact Jiaolong and find out what had happened. However, even Lin Mu couldn’t reach him. That was why Lin Mu had agreed to come to Changbai Mountain; he knew Jiaolong would surely come to support him. Otherwise, Lin Mu would rather be enjoying a leisurely time with Luo Li than bother with these clowns from the Martial Alliance.

”Lin Wudi! Do you truly think you’re invincible, turning your back on us? After being in seclusion for so long, have the young people of today become this arrogant?”

”Since that’s the case, take another slash from me!”

Heavenly Saber Song Kai unwound the iron chains wrapped around his right arm, revealing a blackish-purple limb.

”Demon Slayer Slash!”

Song Kai’s arm swelled instantly, ferocious and terrifying like a Black Jiao coiled around it. With a swing of his saber, a wave of malevolent black blade qi surged forth. Wherever the blade’s light passed, trees, sand, and even rocks withered away.

”What a terrifying strike! Could Heavenly Saber Song Kai be on the verge of Reaching the Divine?”

The spectating crowd turned pale. They felt a legendary power in Song Kai’s attack—the terrifying power of annihilation said to be possessed only by those above the Grandmaster level, those who had begun to Reach the Divine.

Even Zhu Feng showed a hint of wariness, never having expected Song Kai to be so strong. He has surpassed me. With that one strike, Song Kai has already taken half a step toward Reaching the Divine!

Hearing this, the Martial Alliance Elders all showed expressions of delight, while the surrounding crowd was filled with envy.

The Martial Way progressed through External Strength, Inner Strength, Grandmaster, and finally, Reaching the Divine. Ninety-nine percent of martial artists were stuck at the threshold between Inner Strength and Grandmaster. Those who managed to become a Grandmaster were few and far between, and every Martial Arts Grandmaster was a Proud Son of Heaven in their generation. As for the Divine Communion Realm, it was the stuff of martial myths, occupied by beings akin to immortals. For Heavenly Saber Song Kai to have taken half a step toward Reaching the Divine, how could they not be envious?

Alas for Lin Wudi, so renowned and esteemed, yet he’s become nothing more than a whetstone for Song Kai.

”Noisy.”

Sensing the blade qi approaching from behind, Lin Mu’s brow twitched. With a flick of his hand…

BANG!

The blade energy shattered with a casual strike from Lin Mu. Immediately after, his strike transformed into a huge handprint that charged toward Heavenly Saber Song Kai.

”No!”

The giant handprint descended. It was like the furious glare of King Kong, powerful enough to collapse heaven and earth. Before it even made contact, Song Kai’s saber-wielding arm began to tremble violently.

CRACK!

Song Kai’s clothes burst open, and his chest caved in abruptly.

BOOM!

Internal Energy surged through his body, pulverizing the mountain rock behind him and leaving behind a deep palm impression. Song Kai’s seemingly invincible momentum slowly dissipated as he collapsed.

With a single, casual strike, a warrior who was half a step from Reaching the Divine lay dead.

An absolute silence fell. Over the vast expanse of Heavenly Lake, no one dared to make a sound. Everyone watched, dumbstruck, wondering if they were dreaming.

The one who was half a step toward Reaching the Divine, destined to make history, even to replace Han Xiu as the King of Men—Heavenly Saber Song Kai—was dead?

The spectating martial artists were stunned. The Martial Alliance Elders shivered uncontrollably, as if facing an unfathomable terror. The male and female Paired Swords whirling by Zhu Feng’s side froze for a moment, nearly falling to the ground.

”Speak. Where did the other Divine Machine Camp soldiers go?” Lin Mu asked without even turning back after casually swatting Song Kai down.

With a heavy thud, Jiaolong fell to his knees. Still, he remained silent.

”If he won’t talk, you will.” Lin Mu turned his gaze toward the other soldiers from the Divine Machine Camp.

BOOM!

All of them knelt down, but not a single one spoke. The loyalty of the Divine Machine Camp made Lin Mu sigh internally. By now, he had already vaguely understood the truth behind their disappearance.

He looked at Jiaolong and asked, ”Did a formidable enemy appear? Did you think I was no match for them, so you went to intercept them on my behalf?”

Jiaolong hung his head, not saying a word. Before, he didn’t want to speak. Now, he dared not. If he were to affirm Lin Mu’s words, he feared Lin Mu would beat him to death on the spot.

Lin Mu smiled. ”It’s not your fault; it’s mine. I failed to show you my true strength, which led to your concerns.”

”Teacher Lin, we would never doubt your strength…” Jiaolong hurried to explain.

Lin Mu did not let him finish, instead turning to face the members of the Martial Alliance. A single, indifferent glance made them all fall silent like cicadas in winter; some even retreated a few steps involuntarily. No one dared to meet Lin Mu’s eyes.

He killed Liang Yousheng with a flick of his fingers, struck down Yao Kuohai with overwhelming force, and slew Song Kai with a single slap. Since arriving at Changbai Mountain, Lin Mu had only killed three people, but those three deaths had shattered the courage of everyone in the Martial Alliance.

Even Zhu Feng was afraid. A warrior half a step from Reaching the Divine was no match for Lin Wudi in a single exchange, let alone him.

What kind of monster has that bastard Yao Kuohai provoked for the Martial Alliance?

This was especially true for the Martial Alliance Elders who had once been inclined toward Lin Mu, wishing to recruit him. Now, they were regretting their decision so much they could spit blood. If only we had been more forceful that day, if only we had insisted a little longer, then…

”I didn’t want to kill any more people, but to make the Divine Machine Camp understand my strength, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble the members of the Martial Alliance to serve as targets,” Lin Mu said indifferently.

Targets? The Martial Alliance Elders were initially stunned, but then the more astute among them realized what he meant.

”Run!” one Elder shouted, turning to flee.

He was fast, but Thunderbolt Sword Zhu Feng was faster. He shot away on his Flying Sword like a true Sword Immortal... a Sword Immortal using his power to flee.

”The Third of the Twelve Forms of Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals!”

”Deicide Palm!”

Lin Mu unleashed his palm strike.

Above, the very air seemed to burn, blossoming like fiery clouds. An ethereal palm impression emerged in the sky as the wind and thunder shifted and the air currents surged violently. The waters of Heavenly Lake began to boil.

In the center of the palm, two ancient seal characters shone brilliantly.

”Godslaying!”

BOOM!

A massive palm impression, like a court of heaven falling from the sky, smashed down toward everyone from the Martial Alliance.

”No…” an Elder screamed in despair. Before the palm even arrived, the sheer pressure of its energy caused his body to crack inch by inch, turning him into pulp.

More Elders attempted a desperate final struggle.

Saber.

Sword.

Fist.

Palm.

All sorts of weapons and cultivation techniques bloomed at once, a dazzling and chaotic display.

The Martial Alliance… it truly lived up to its name. Any one of the martial techniques used by these Elders could have been passed down for a hundred years as a peerless art in the outside world.