Tycoon War God

”Hahaha, so this is all a Disciple of Lin Wudi amounts to!”

Saint Nas, who hailed from the Prison of Divine Might, was not as staid and dignified as Keen. At this moment, he was laughing with wild abandon.

”Today, I will first destroy the legacy of Lin Wudi. In the future, when Lin Wudi himself appears, I will slay him as well.”

Saint Nas’s words were utterly arrogant. But as the Sacred Coffin materialized and the Angel descended upon the world, their presence oppressed all living beings. Even the strongest among them, Ye Kuangren, was powerless to fight back.

Leng Feng, the youngest and most spirited of the group, had never suffered such humiliation since becoming a Disciple of Lin Mu. His hatred was so intense it felt as if his eyes would split. Li Lingqing and Li Linglong’s faces also flushed red with anger. Qin Luoli wanted to help, but her Cultivation Level was insufficient, leaving her to struggle under the Angel’s oppressive might.

In the distance, a crowd of Martial Artists watched the scene unfold, their expressions filled with pity. Lin Wudi, the living legend of his time, had dominated the world. Now, a mere six days after his disappearance, his family and Disciples were being suppressed to such a degree!

”What a waste of Lin Wudi’s great reputation.”

”Heh, a waste? If it weren’t for Lin Wudi being so overbearing and making countless enemies, he wouldn’t have so many of them showing up at his door today.”

”The Black Wizards, the Prison of Divine Might, and the Dark Church… that’s three factions already.”

”Who would’ve thought Ye Kuangren of the Martial Alliance would side with Lin Wudi’s family and Disciples? Otherwise, it would be four factions!”

”Doesn’t Lin Wudi have any friends?”

This last question silenced the crowd. It was lonely at the top. When Lin Wudi was still around, who was qualified to be his friend? Now, only Ye Kuangren, a former enemy, had stepped forward to help. What a desolate sight.

”Xiao Xuan and Kong Lin are both friends of Lin Wudi,” someone finally offered.

”But I heard Xiao Xuan angered the masses and had a complete falling out with the Ancient Land Sects.”

”Sigh, the military has its own hands full right now. I doubt they can spare any attention for the Qin Family.”

Some expressed regret, while others sighed with emotion. There were also those who reveled in their misfortune. When Lin Wudi was present, he was utterly tyrannical. Now that he was gone, his family and Disciples were utterly pathetic. The cycle of the Heavenly Dao was truly inescapable; retribution was swift and certain.

Just as everyone was enjoying the spectacle, waiting for the War Angel from the Prison of Divine Might to descend and slaughter all of Lin Wudi’s family and friends, a voice echoed from the distance.

”Sword, come!”

The voice thundered from above the clouds with the might of a Heavenly God, shaking heaven and earth.

BOOM!

A clap of thunder roared as a purple Thunderbolt transformed into an Ancient Sword, materializing in the void. The purple lightning flashed, its light vying for brilliance with Saint Nas’s Sacred Coffin. The sky was split in two: one half was the white brilliance of the Sacred Coffin’s Angel, and the other was the purple of the thundering Ancient Sword.

In that moment, everyone felt a crisis that threatened their very souls, as if that single sword strike could obliterate them completely.

The next instant, the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger reverberated through the world. The Thunderbolt manifested, shifting between the forms of a green dragon, a white tiger, and an Ancient Sword.

”The Heavenly Master Secret Technique, the Dragon and Tiger Divine Skill! Master Zhang is here!” Li Xiaotian exclaimed, recognizing the miraculous Dao Art.

A strange light flashed in Ye Kuangren’s eyes. I never expected that after a long seclusion, Zhang Daoyun would become so powerful! While others might not see it, Ye Kuangren could sense that Zhang Daoyun was far stronger than he had been during his battle with Lin Wudi.

A dragon, a tiger, and a sword descended from the heavens with divine might.

BOOM!

The hand that the War Angel had just extended from the Sacred Coffin was blasted back by the Dragon and Tiger Divine Skill.

”Zhang Daoyun, does your Dao of the Heavenly Master wish to make an enemy of my Prison of Divine Might?” Saint Nas demanded, his gaze turning frigid.

CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP.

The crisp sound of hooves on the ground drew everyone’s attention. An old Daoist riding a donkey slowly came into view.

”Nas, you’re not getting any younger, yet your temper is still so foul,” Heavenly Master Zhang Daoyun said as he arrived.

”You dare call me by name…” Saint Nas stepped forward, his divine might as oppressive as a prison. ”It is *Saint* Nas!”

Zhang Daoyun pursed his lips. ”Oh, give it a rest. I know all about your Prison of Divine Might’s theatrics. Nas, whatever you do in the West is your own business; I won’t interfere. But this is the territory of Huaxia. You’re nothing but a foreign clergyman, yet you dare to run wild on the Divine Continent? Do you truly think Huaxia is defenseless?!”

Before Zhang Daoyun had even finished speaking, another voice boomed.

”Hahaha, the Heavenly Master said it well! You foreign mutt, do you think our Huaxia is unguarded?”

Along with the voice, a tall figure sped towards them from a distance.

”Father!” Leng Feng’s eyes immediately reddened at the sight of the newcomer.

It was Leng Yan, who had been missing for years.

Leng Yan ruffled Leng Feng’s hair, smiling. ”Not bad, you’ve grown a lot taller.”

Leng Feng turned his head away, not wanting his father to see his tears.

With a flick of his wrist, Leng Yan produced a military spike that had been strapped to his outer thigh. ”You foreign mutt, care to come down and try your luck against your grandpa?” he challenged boldly.

Zhang Daoyun frowned. Foreign mutt… that term sounds a bit awkward.

”A mere mundane warrior dares to stand before a King and shout so arrogantly…”

Saint Nas had barely finished his sentence when a chill shot through his heart, and he instinctively snapped his head to the side.

WHOOSH!

A streak of cold light flashed past. A bloody gash was left on Saint Nas’s face. The military spike carved a brilliant arc through the air before returning to Leng Yan’s hand.

”Hmm? What was that, you foreign mutt? Your grandpa didn’t hear you clearly. Say it again.”

Saint Nas wiped the blood from his cheek, his gaze turning glacial. He was injured. I was injured? By a common soldier from the secular world?

It wasn’t just Saint Nas; everyone present was stunned by Leng Yan’s strike.

”He has no Cultivation!”

”No martial arts training!”

”How can mere physical strength harm a King Realm Powerhouse?”

No one could gauge the depths of Leng Yan’s power.

Leng Yan grinned proudly at his son. ”Son, what do you think? Your old man is pretty impressive, huh?”

Leng Feng pouted. ”My Master could crush you with a single finger!”

Leng Yan froze. This son of mine is getting a bit hard to manage, he thought.

”Saint Nas, as you can see, you won’t gain any advantage today. Why not just retreat?” Zhang Daoyun suggested, apparently hoping to de-escalate the situation.

Saint Nas’s gaze grew cold. Dealing with Zhang Daoyun is already difficult enough. And now there’s this Leng Yan, whose depth is immeasurable. Today…

Just then, a lotus flower suddenly bloomed in the empty air. Strangely, it seemed as if everyone could smell its fragrance.

One!

Two!

Three!

More and more lotuses appeared. A figure like an Immortal slowly approached from the distance, stepping upon a new lotus with every move, remaining utterly untainted by the dust of the world.

”A Foundation Establishment Immortal!” Zhang Daoyun exclaimed, dismounting his donkey and clutching a handful of Copper Coins.

”Which one of you is Qin Luoli? Step forward.”

The Immortal’s voice was like music from the heavens, making one’s body feel light and ethereal. At the same time, it carried the undeniable authority of a royal decree. At her words, Qin Luoli involuntarily took a step forward.

The next moment, Qin Luoli’s Divine Sense stirred. She circulated the Heart Sutra to protect herself, halting her steps as she warily eyed the graceful and authoritative woman who resembled an Immortal.

”Not bad. You possess some minor Divine Skills. You are befitting of the legend of this age.”

The woman raised a hand. ”Come here. Let me have a look at you.”

Qin Luoli once again flew towards her, completely out of her own control. This time, even the Heart Sutra was ineffective.

”HMPH!” Zhang Daoyun snorted coldly, the sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

”Silence!” the woman snapped, giving Zhang Daoyun a sidelong glance.

With just that one look, Zhang Daoyun grunted and stumbled back seven or eight steps, crushing two of the Copper Coins in his hand.