Tycoon War God

The voice came so abruptly it startled both Ye Kuangren and the Thunder God. They were among the world’s most powerful experts, yet someone had managed to approach them without a sound. Was this person friend or foe?

”Seal!”

Before the person even appeared, a voice spat out the single word. As it echoed, a Golden Talisman shot from the sky, slapping onto the body formed by the combined thunderbolts of the Thunder Mountain of the Eight Thunder Gods.

ROAR!

Thunder Mountain tilted its head to the sky and let out an agonized roar, as if suffering immense pain.

”You insignificant Thunder God, how dare you descend to the Human Realm at will? Today, I will destroy this incarnation of yours and show you the true power of the Human Realm.”

The voice continued, spitting out another word.

”Destroy!”

Another Golden Talisman shot forth.

”I didn’t expect the Human Realm to still have a lineage of Dao Arts. Quite interesting.” Lin Mu suddenly offered a slight smile and flicked his finger.

A sharp burst of Internal Energy flared from his fingertip, transforming into a streak of light that shot toward the Golden Talisman. The two collided, and the talisman shattered as the Internal Energy dissipated.

At the same time, Lin Mu let out a soft cry, his left hand forming a sigil as he pointed at Thunder Mountain. The blue lightning surrounding Thunder Mountain’s body was suddenly tinged with white, growing increasingly dazzling. The talisman stuck to its body was scorched by the white electricity, turning to ash.

The person in the distance let out a surprised cry. Then, the clouds rolled back, the wind howled, and the sky filled with flames as a figure floated down as if from the heavens.

This person wore a green robe and rode upon a cloud of fire. He carried himself with the air of an immortal, his face a mask of haughty pride. He looked at Lin Mu, Ye Kuangren, and the Thunder God as one would gaze down upon all living beings, as if examining ants. His expression was one of pure amusement.

”Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion!” Ye Kuangren’s expression shifted slightly as he recognized the insignia on the man’s robes.

The Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion was an Ancient Land Sect that hardly ever involved itself in worldly affairs. Even the representatives from the Ancient Land Sects who walked the earth only possessed cultivation levels at the Reaching the Divine realm. Yet, Ye Kuangren could not see through the youth before him.

”To break two of my talismans, you must be Lin Wudi, the one who killed that trash Han Xiu.”

A so-called King of Men was nothing but trash to him. This alone revealed the arrogance of someone from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion.

”I am. Are you here for revenge?” Lin Mu asked calmly, his interest piqued as he observed the man. From him, Lin Mu sensed the faint aura of a Cultivator. The talismans used earlier were indeed a method only a Cultivator could employ.

So, Cultivators still exist in the Human Realm. How interesting.

”Hand over my Cauldron, and I will grant you a quick death,” the youth said. He didn’t even deign to look at Lin Mu, his tone lofty as if bestowing a great favor.

”Cauldron?” Lin Mu’s expression tightened. ”It was you who poisoned Luo Li with the Seven-Star Darkening Scatter!”

On the day he had destroyed the Han Family and killed Han Xiu, Lin Mu had been puzzled. Although Han Xiu was known as the King of Men, the techniques he used were the martial skills of the Human Realm’s Martial Artists; he knew nothing of Cultivation. How could such a person have possessed the ability to use the Seven-Star Darkening Scatter to secretly harm Luo Li?

Now he finally understood. The youth before him was the true culprit. Lin Mu’s robes began to flutter, though there was no wind. His calm composure vanished, replaced by a surging, murderous aura.

”You deserve to die,” Lin Mu stated, his gaze icy.

The youth chuckled scornfully, his eyes full of amusement. ”You wish to kill me? You’re nothing but a wretched mortal, scrabbling for a pathetic existence in the secular world. A frog in a well, daring to harbor malevolent thoughts toward me.”

”Go on, take your shot. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. If you can so much as touch a single hair on my head, I won’t be stingy…”

SMACK!

Before the youth could finish speaking, Lin Mu’s figure vanished, reappearing at his side in the next instant. He swung his arm, and his palm connected with a resounding crack. Unable to dodge, the youth took the blow squarely. He spun like a top for seven or eight rotations before stumbling to a halt, his face already turning a mottled shade of purple and blue.

”You... dare... harm... my... FACE!” the young man ground out, his expression turning hard as iron, his voice as cold as ice. Having come from the Ancient Land, he had always considered himself superior and untouchable. All beings of the secular world were beneath his notice. To be injured by an insignificant ant now… was an absolute, shameful disgrace.

”A satisfying sound. You really are thick-skinned,” Lin Mu remarked, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as if nothing had happened.

”Good! Good! Good!” the young man snarled, his eyes practically splitting with rage. ”You want to die now? Fine! I’ll grant your wish!”

”First Seal, release!”

As the young man spoke the command, his body suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura. Golden rings of light flickered around his body.

CRACK!

The final ring shattered, and his aura surged once more, making him seem like an Ancient Fierce Beast descending upon the world. His power overshadowed the Thunder God, surpassed Ye Kuangren, and completely crushed the presence of the Thunder Mountain of the Eight Thunder Gods. The very air for hundreds of meters around them seemed to scorch.

The soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp had no choice but to retreat further.

”We’re too weak! We can’t help Teacher Lin at all,” one of them said.

”Train!” another roared. ”When we get back, we train until we drop! Better to die training! If we survive, maybe then we can actually help Teacher Lin!”

”Someone contact the Commander-in-Chief! The Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion is ignoring the rules and attacking our military’s Chief Instructor! Send reinforcements immediately! Even if we have to use a nuke, we have to kill this bastard!”

”That’s right! Use a nuke! Kill the son of a bitch!”

The men of the Divine Machine Camp roared, not caring in the slightest about escalating the situation. Without a second thought, Jiaolong snatched the satellite phone from a communications soldier’s back and contacted Commander-in-Chief Xiao Xuan.

If the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion dared to break the rules, then they shouldn’t blame the military for getting rough. The Ancient Land was to keep to the Ancient Land, and the secular world to the secular world. If that rule was broken, it would no longer be a simple matter of Lin Mu’s life or death. It would be a crisis concerning the lives of everyone in the Human Realm. Without rules, given the disposition of the Ancient Land, they would surely enslave ordinary people and work them like cattle.

The young man thought he was avenging Han Xiu, but he didn’t realize that Lin Wudi had another identity: Chief Instructor of Shenji Camp, under the command of the Military Department. The youth had crossed the line.

”Mortal! Today, I will make you understand the gulf between mortal and Immortal!” With his seal released, even if only a thousandth of his power had returned, the youth felt invigorated, as if he could command heaven and earth.

”Immortal? Mortal?” Lin Mu chuckled. ”You’re just a minor Cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Who gave you the audacity to call yourself an Immortal?”

At these words, the youth’s expression changed in shock. ”You know about Foundation Establishment? Have you met other Cultivators?” A trace of his arrogance actually receded.

”There’s no point in talking,” Lin Mu said indifferently. ”Let’s begin. Luo Li is waiting for me to make her egg noodles. I have to be back before she wakes up.”

”Egg noodles? Wakes up?” The youth’s face twisted in disbelief. ”Mortal! Are you mocking me?”

Lin Mu shook his head and cut him off. ”You talk too much.”

Before his words faded, Lin Mu had already transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward the youth.

”Zhenyuan!” the youth yelled, scattering a handful of talismans. Golden light flashed as the talismans formed a cage that swooped toward Lin Mu.

”Hahaha! You crude Martial Artist! You think that just because you’ve learned a few rudimentary tricks and reached the so-called ’Reaching the Divine’ realm, you can flaunt your power before an Immortal? Let’s see how you struggle under my Zhenyuan Talismans!” The youth was practically bursting with pride.

Killing intent surged in Ye Kuangren’s eyes. As the Martial Alliance Leader, he knew all too well how formidable the Zhenyuan Talisman was. Zhenyuan meant to suppress a Martial Artist’s True Qi and True Yuan. Under the effects of a Zhenyuan Talisman, a Martial Artist could not use their Inner Strength, True Qi, or True Yuan, rendering them no different from an ordinary person. For millennia, the Zhenyuan Talisman was a key reason why the Ancient Land Sects could stand so high above the rest of the world.

Lin Wudi is finished!