Tycoon War God

The Angels of the Sea of Divine Grace specialized in defense, protection, and even healing. The War Angels of the Prison of Divine Might, on the other hand, specialized in slaughter.

Every War Angel possessed a strength comparable to the Tenth Layer of Qi Cultivation, equivalent to the Martial God Realm. For millennia, the Sea of Divine Grace and the Prison of Divine Might had dominated the world with the power of their Angels. They resisted the Ancient Land Sects and even had enough strength left to exterminate dark creatures.

The War Angels were their ultimate weapons of destruction.

One War Angel, wielding a greatsword that radiated golden light, swung its blade. Unbridled white light and searing flames erupted as it descended like a deity riding waves of fire.

Another War Angel wielded a black war hammer. With a single downward smash, thunderbolts flashed and lightning scattered, piercing the air as if the Thunder God himself had descended.

The last War Angel carried a Scepter of Authority, wreathed in dark radiance and exuding a chilling Aura of Death.

The three War Angels stood like mighty deities, their divine power awe-inspiring.

”Glory!”

”Faith!”

”Judgment!”

The cultivators of the Prison of Divine Might, their eyes blazing with fervor, knelt on the ground and began to pray. The War Angels were invincible, an article of their faith for a thousand years.

Lin Wudi? So what? A living legend? So what? With the descent of three Angels, his death is certain!

”Angels? Ridiculous!” Lin Mu’s eyes twinkled as he retorted. ”Since you consider yourselves gods, then have a taste of my Deicide Palm!”

He thrust his palm forward. The air boiled with power and Spiritual Energy overflowed. A colossal palm enveloped the sky above the Prison of Divine Might. Dressed in white, Lin Mu floated like an exiled immortal as he gently pressed his hand down.

The palm met the three War Angels.

The Flame Angel’s greatsword spewed a blinding firelight, conjuring a mountain of flames out of thin air to crash against the palm. The Thunder Angel fiercely hurled its great hammer, which gathered the Power of Thunderbolt and lightning, transforming into a war hammer that blazed with blinding electric light. As the weapon descended, thunderbolts exploded, and stray lightning pierced the ground, heralding an apocalypse. With a roar, the Thunder Angel slammed its Thunderbolt war hammer toward Lin Mu’s Deicide Palm. The Death Angel swung its Scepter of Authority, and the black Power of Death coiled toward the Deicide Palm like an omnipresent smoke.

BOOM!

The four powers collided, unleashing a tidal wave of energy.

BANG!

The mountain of flames was forcefully extinguished by the Deicide Palm. The Thunderbolt war hammer struck the palm with a deafening crash, piercing it, yet shattering upon impact. The omnipresent Power of Death corroded the Deicide Palm.

Though half-shattered and badly damaged, the Deicide Palm still pressed down. The Flame Angel bore the brunt of the attack and was struck squarely in the chest. Its wings broke and feathers scattered as the Deicide Palm annihilated it in a single blow.

The Deicide Palm—to slay a god. One strike, one slain Angel.

The energy released by the shattered Angel knocked over the kneeling cultivators of the Prison of Divine Might. A few unlucky ones were killed by the impact. In a single blow, Lin Wudi had destroyed one-third of the foundation of their faith.

”No...” a cultivator screamed in despair. Others stared blankly, unable to believe what was unfolding before their eyes.

Just then, atop the Sanctuary of the Prison of Divine Might, a white light flashed and vanished. The next instant, an unharmed Flame Angel was reborn from the light, shaking its wings and letting out a sky-piercing shriek.

The Angel was resurrected.

This was the secret to the Prison of Divine Might’s millennia of undefeated dominance against the Ancient Land Sects. As long as they were within the Sanctuary of the Prison of Divine Might, the Angels were immortal and indestructible. Even if reduced to ash, they could be reborn in the holy light.

Many of the younger cultivators were unaware of these secrets. Witnessing the Angel’s resurrection, they truly believed it to be a divine miracle. Countless cultivators fell to their knees, singing hymns at the top of their lungs. At this moment, the morale of the Prison of Divine Might’s cultivators, rather than weakening from Lin Wudi’s godslaying strike, surged to a new, fervent peak.

”Oh?” Lin Mu stood in the void with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing down upon the mortal world like a deity.

Trading centuries of the Power of Faith for an Angel’s rebirth? What a farce. It’s like choosing an ornate box over the priceless pearl inside. Utterly laughable!

As the Immortal Realm Emperor, Lin Mu had mastered countless methods, and the laws of faith were no mystery to him. In the Immortal Realm, some factions also cultivated the Power of Faith; the Heart Zen Sect and the Savage Gods were the most prominent among them. However, the Heart Zen Sect transformed the Power of Incense Fire into Godlight to battle its enemies. The Savage Gods used faith as their core to condense a divine persona, granting them combat power comparable to a True Immortal. But this method had many restrictions; without faith, they were powerless.

If a Savage God were to absorb the enormous Power of Faith accumulated over centuries in the mortal world, they could wield the terrifying power of the Golden Core Realm, a level far beyond Foundation Establishment.

For the people of the Prison of Divine Might to use this precious Power of Faith merely to resurrect their so-called Angels… how absurd. Yet, they remained oblivious, even taking pride in this foolishness. To Lin Mu, it was beyond ridiculous.

The three War Angels charged once again. Suddenly, a mocking smile touched the corners of Lin Mu’s lips.

”I say, let there be light!”

Lin Mu extended a single finger. In the next moment, the kneeling cultivators of the Prison of Divine Might felt a power being drawn from their bodies. This power rose from the crowns of their heads, transforming into streams of pure white light that converged on Lin Mu’s fingertip.

The more devout the believer, the more power Lin Mu’s finger drew. Several old cultivators, deep in their practice and faith, were sucked dry until they were little more than skin and bones, hovering on the brink of death.

”How... how is this possible? Why can Lin Wudi absorb our Power of Faith?!”

The doors to the Sanctuary of the Prison of Divine Might swung open. An aged elder with white hair and a pale complexion, dressed in White Divine Robes, emerged with a shaky gait.

”Saint Joseph!”

”Headmaster!”

”Holy One!”

All the black-robed cultivators bowed respectfully, their attitudes reverent. This elder was the headmaster of the Prison of Divine Might, its only great cultivator to wear White Divine Robes edged in black. He was known as Saint Joseph, the Light of the Sanctuary, and one of the four giants of the Western World, having held the reins of the Prison for eighty years.

Saint Joseph’s murky eyes, which usually shone with wisdom, now held only shock. An eastern cultivator was manipulating and intercepting the Power of Faith from the believers of the Light. This single fact threatened to overturn the beliefs he had held his entire life.

Lin Mu scoffed disdainfully. ”Mere remnants of a Savage God. How could you appreciate such profound mysteries?”

”Lin Wudi!” Saint Joseph’s Power of Light surged, as vast and brilliant as the sun itself. ”You dare to steal the authority of the God of Light and His Power of Faith! What is your crime!?”

His words descended with divine might, intimidating all living things and invoking an irresistible urge to submit. He had already touched the very edge of the Power of Faith. One more step, and he could absorb it, ignite the divine fire, and become a Savage God himself.

”A god? Today, I have come to slay gods.”

With that, Lin Mu said no more. He pointed his finger, and the white light he had gathered shot toward the Thunder Angel.

The Thunder Angel roared and brought its war hammer down.

BOOM!

The white light collided with the war hammer but passed straight through it as if the hammer were an illusion. The next moment, the light struck the Thunder Angel’s body with a resounding blast.

The Thunder Angel let out a mournful cry as a huge fissure appeared on its chest.

BANG!

The fissure spread until its body shattered, disintegrating into a cloud of fragments that scattered on the wind.

Above the Sanctuary, the white light flashed again. But this time, the Thunder Angel did not resurrect.

It had been completely and utterly obliterated.