Tycoon War God

Shen Lang’s methods were still comprehensible to some, who could discern the faint shadow of the Martial Way within them. Lin Wudi’s technique, however, had already transcended the martial and entered the realm of the Way itself.

With a single word, he drained the Spiritual Energy from a thousand miles around!

How profound!

How tyrannical!

RUMBLE!

Shen Lang’s slender, formless sword finally materialized. It appeared as a strand of void-black light, as faint as a silken thread, yet it radiated an extreme sense of danger.

For Martial Arts Grandmasters like Li Lingqing and Li Linglong, a single glance was enough to make their eyes feel as if they were being sliced open, the pain causing tears to stream down their faces.

Even experts of the Reaching the Divine realm, like Jin Shisan and Mo Ran, felt their very souls tremble.

I cannot block this attack. The thought surfaced in Jin Shisan’s mind.

After thirty years of training, he had believed the gap between himself and Shen Lang was but a hair’s breadth. But now, witnessing this sword strike, he finally understood that the Huaxia Sword God was truly worthy of his title.

Shen Lang’s sword was the epitome of hardness and yang energy, its sharpness unparalleled, capable of sundering all things.

Lin Mu’s Azure Mountain, on the other hand, was divinely profound and anciently simple, capable of suppressing all evil.

One was a brilliant, piercing edge; the other, a boundless divine might. Their collision felt as if it could topple heaven and earth.

Shen Lang’s sword tore through the mountain’s phantom, leaving a deep gash at Lin Mu’s feet. The very peak of the mountain was ripped apart, creating a new cliff face.

Lin Mu’s Azure Mountain overwhelmed the sword’s edge and smashed down upon Shen Lang’s head. Shen Lang’s body vibrated as he dissipated the force, allowing the mountain to pass straight through him. Below on the Great Wall, wind and thunder surged, nearly suffocating Jin Shisan.

It didn’t break! The force of Lin Mu’s Azure Mountain was contained within inches, not damaging the Great Wall in the slightest. Shen Lang’s power, however, had raged out of control and sliced the mountain in two. From this perspective alone, Lin Mu had won the exchange by a slight margin.

The spectating elders of the Dragon Protection Hall were all aghast, their faces pale. Lin Wudi still had strength to spare while fighting Shen Lang. The thought was simply terrifying.

”Excellent! Now, face my Embrace the Moon!”

Shen Lang flicked his wrist, and the slender sword in his hand hummed and trembled. The fine blade of light split from one into two, then from two into four, weaving a net that blotted out the sky.

”Sword Qi as fine as silk! Shen Lang has truly refined his Sword Qi to such a state. He is indeed worthy of the title, Sword Saint in White!”

The ninjas from the Island Country who were watching this scene had a cold glint in their eyes. In their homeland, only the absolute greatest Sword Emperors could achieve Sword Qi as fine as silk. The last Sword Emperor in the history of the Island Country had lived two hundred years ago. Ever since firearms replaced blades as the main theme of the era, the Island Country had not produced a single new Sword Emperor. Yet today, this ninja witnessed the Sword Qi unique to a Sword Emperor from the Huaxia Sword God himself.

Damn it! Why won’t the heavens bless our great Island Country! Both of these men must die. The ninja’s eyes filled with venomous hatred.

”Sword Qi as fine as silk, taking the sword as the Way... Shen Lang, and you still claim you haven’t broken through!”

A smile touched the corner of Lin Mu’s lips. Shen Lang has a good mind and is exceptionally talented. It’s a pity he has taken the wrong path. Otherwise, his accomplishments would be far greater.

”Very well. Today, I shall let you witness what it truly means to have Sword Qi as fine as silk, to take the sword as the Way!”

Lin Mu raised a hand, and Sword Qi rose from his fingertips. Shen Lang’s Sword Qi possessed the power of severance; its destructive force was focused inward, simple and unadorned. Lin Mu’s Sword Qi, however, was grand and majestic, vast and authoritative.

Both wielded Sword Qi as fine as silk. But in comparison, Lin Mu’s was like that of royalty, righteous and majestic in its might. Shen Lang’s, in contrast, was like an assassin’s blade in the shadows—sharp, but lacking a domineering presence.

”How can this be?” Confusion filled Shen Lang’s eyes.

In their previous two exchanges, they had seemed evenly matched. But this time, Lin Mu used the exact same sword art as him. It was the same Sword Qi as fine as silk, yet the effect was worlds apart.

Like a flicker of candlelight trying to rival the brilliance of the full moon! This was the first thought that rose in Shen Lang’s mind.

Lin Mu’s strength had far exceeded his expectations.

Is the gap between a mortal and an immortal truly insurmountable? Shen Lang’s expression grew dim.

”This sword of mine is both Martial and the Way!”

Lin Mu pressed his hand down, and the colossal net woven from silky threads of Sword Qi descended upon Shen Lang.

Before Lin Mu’s net, Shen Lang’s own construct was as fragile as paper. It was crushed effortlessly, disintegrating completely.

With his sword net shattered, Shen Lang’s spirit was wounded. He spat out a mouthful of blood and, losing control of his body, plummeted like a stone.

”Hall Master!”

Jin Shisan shot into the air to catch Shen Lang, only to find that the sword mark on his master’s forehead had already vanished. Shen Lang’s face had taken on a golden hue; he was at death’s door.

With a single sword strike, the Huaxia Sword God, undefeated and unassailable for a century, had been vanquished. He was now gravely wounded and on the verge of death.

”Lin Wudi, you...” Jin Shisan was baffled. They were both sons of Huaxia; why would Lin Mu deliver such a devastating blow?

Mo Ran’s face was ashen, a deathly chill creeping through his body. As he looked at the Sword Qi still lingering in the sky, a hair-raising fear washed over him.

The elders of the Dragon Protection Hall were simply dumbfounded. Defeated? The Hall Master of the Dragon Protection Hall was defeated... just like that?

The ninjas from the Island Country were even more stunned. Another master of Sword Qi as fine as silk. Another Sword Emperor.

Huaxia is truly a vast land teeming with peerless talent. The ninja felt a strong urge to flee. He took a step back, silently vowing never to set foot in Huaxia again. This place was far too dangerous.

Within a dense forest, a streak of green flowed quietly away within a mountain stream.

Lin Wudi is truly invincible under the heavens. We will not be getting the Three Sacred Treasures back. The Western European Water God dissolved into the water and vanished.

The invincible champion of the older generation, Sword God Shen Lang, had fallen in battle. The invincible champion of the new generation, Lin Mu—Lin Wudi—had taken the throne. From this day forward, the Martial Arts World, not just in Huaxia but across the globe, would see the dawn of a new age: the Age of Lin Mu, Lin Wudi.

Just as everyone believed the great battle was over, a voice rang out.

”Shen Lang! Have you still not awakened?”

”What is the Martial, and what is the Way? The Martial *is* the Way, and the Way *is* the Martial!”

”You stand at the pinnacle of martial artists, yet you sought to abandon the Martial Path to walk the path of Cultivators. Is that not forsaking the root for the branch?”

”How laughable! How lamentable!” It was Lin Mu’s voice.

His words enraged the elders of the Dragon Protection Hall. Even killing has its limits. Lin Wudi, you’ve gone too far!

At that very moment, nestled in Jin Shisan’s embrace, the dying Shen Lang’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

The Martial is the Way... and the Way is the Martial? So... I have been on the wrong path all this time!

BOOM!

A surge of Sword Qi erupted, blasting Jin Shisan tens of meters away. He smashed through a hilltop, getting a mouthful of dust for his troubles.

At this moment, however, he couldn’t care less. Shen Lang had already soared into the heavens.

He ascended, climbing higher and higher! Sword Qi crisscrossed around him, coalescing into a colossal blade that pierced the sky, shattering the Heavenly Gate.

Peak of Divine Communion!

God Realm!

Peak of the God Realm!

RUMBLE!

A tower composed of Sword Qi, eleven levels high, manifested in the sky.

Shen Lang had entered the Way through the Martial Path, achieving the Eleventh Level of Qi Cultivation. In all the world, he was now second only to Lin Mu.

Li Lingqing, Li Linglong, Leng Feng, and Li Xiaotian could only gape, staring blankly at the incredible scene unfolding before them.

Enlightened by a single statement from Lin Mu, the Huaxia Sword God, Shen Lang, had entered the Qi Cultivation realm in a single day, even reaching the supreme eleventh level.

In the Ancient Land Sects, reaching ten levels made one a Genius, eleven levels made one a Proud Son of Heaven, and twelve levels made one an Exiled Immortal of the Extreme Realm.

Today, Shen Lang had become a Proud Son of Heaven in a single step.

”Greetings, Master Lin!”

After entering the Way, Shen Lang descended from the sky and knelt before Lin Mu.

Thus concluded the battle at the Great Wall, watched by thousands. With a single sword, Lin Mu defeated the Sword God; in defeat, Shen Lang entered the Way and acknowledged his Master Lin.