Tycoon War God

In the latter part, there appeared some discordant voices.

”Mr. Lin, you saved us from the Ghost Realm, but if you kill without reason, wouldn’t it betray your original intent?”

”Indeed, that’s right, Mr. Lin, you have blessed us all, saving us is a great kindness.”

”With your compassion, Mr. Lin, you will surely forgive our sins and give us a chance for redemption!”

”As long as we can escape the Slave Camp, we will become your loyal followers, Mr. Lin!”

The insinuation was that if Lin Mu did not forgive them, did not take them away, he would not be compassionate enough, not righteous enough.

Tens of thousands of voices in unison were truly intimidating.

Even the People of the Wind Clan were somewhat confused at this moment.

Was their act of protecting Lin Wudi, letting him stay to recover from his injuries, a mistake, was it the Three Tribes who were correct?

At this moment, Lin Mu moved again.

However, this time he didn’t speak, but acted directly.

He pointed forward with his finger.

Bam!

The smile in Huo Wuliang’s eyes had not yet faded when his head exploded in bewilderment, and his Sea of Consciousness shattered.

Beside him, Lei Zhenxiao and Du Qianshan were splattered with blood and stood momentarily unresponsive.

Tens of thousands of the Three Tribes’ people fell silent, looking incredulously at the killer, Lin Wudi, especially the people of the Three-Fire Clan.

This wasn’t how Du Qianshan had described it.

Didn’t Du Qianshan say that this human from the Heavenly Realm was chivalrous, loved fame, and was indecisive, and that he would have to compromise if they used moral high ground and momentum?

So why did he suddenly kill Huo Wuliang?

At this moment, Lin Mu slowly spoke, ”It seems you think I must save you...”

”We are unwilling...”

Du Qianshan and Lei Zhenxiao suddenly prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling in the mud.

Du Qianshan suddenly realized, the human from the Heavenly Realm in front of him seemed a bit different from what he had imagined.

Wasn’t this human supposed to be soft-hearted after Feng Liu knelt, not start a massacre?

How could he be so cold-hearted?

”A bunch of ants dare to scheme against me?”

Lin Mu’s gaze was icy as he pointed his finger again.

Bam!

Lei Zhenxiao exploded, leaving no bones behind.

This time, Du Qianshan was finally scared, shouting urgently, ”Lin Wudi, how are you different from these ghost creatures of the Ghost Realm when you slaughter the Wan Clan without reason? We will not accept senseless slaughter...”

”Lin Wudi, without reason, slaughter, we do not accept!”

”Senseless slaughter, we do not accept!”

The unified cry of tens of thousands of the Three Tribes was extremely terrifying, even causing Feng Liu’s face to change, a trace of hesitation flickered in his eyes.

”What I, Lin Wudi, do, has nothing to do with whether you accept it or not...”

Lin Mu’s finger pointed again.

”No...”

Du Qianshan roared, but he couldn’t prevent his own death.

Until the moment his body exploded, he still had doubts in his heart.

It shouldn’t have been like this!

This wasn’t supposed to happen!

The leaders of the Three Tribes were killed, leaving the Three Tribes people stupefied, unsure how to react.

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly: ”Lin Wudi, what you’ve done is...”

Before finishing the sentence, they saw Lin Mu make another move.

Buzz!

This time, hundreds of Fourth Tribulation Thunder Thoughts swept out through the air.

”Suppression of Heaven Technique!”

An icy, emotionless voice echoed in the void.

A wave swept across, and all the tens of thousands of the Three Tribes were frozen on the spot.

The next moment, the sound of explosions arose.

All of the Three Tribes’ people who had just engaged in the killing were put to death by Lin Wudi.

This slaughter left everyone present stunned.

Even Feng Liu realized for the first time, he hadn’t truly understood this human from the Heavenly Realm.

After the killings, the Tribulation Thunder Thoughts released by Lin Mu transformed into a green lotus, covering the wounded People of the Wind Clan.

The injuries on the People of the Wind Clan healed rapidly at a visible speed.

Even the barely alive Feng Zhan returned to his original state.

On one side, there was cruelty, and on the other, compassion.

It was not until now that the Four Clans, including the People of the Wind Clan, finally saw the true nature of Lin Wudi.

Until Lin Mu’s figure suddenly vanished, all those present had not recovered their senses.

”Lin Wudi...”

Feng Liu suddenly found it laughable that Du Qianshan and his men died.

These people, even with their cultivation levels sealed, still vainly attempted to manipulate a genius who could roam freely in the Ghost Realm.

Perhaps after being in the Slave Camp for so long, Du Qianshan and his men had forgotten the majesty of a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor.

”Uncle Liu...”

Feng Zhan returned to Feng Liu’s side, his expression complicated.

Feng Liu patted Feng Zhan on the shoulder, saying nothing more.

The People of the Wind Clan gathered around the White Bone Hall, standing like guards.

Lin Wudi killed the Three Tribes’ people, avenging them, which stirred the emotions of the People of the Wind Clan.

After being imprisoned in the Ghost Realm, it had been a long time since they felt this thrill of vengeance.

At this moment, the hearts of the People of the Wind Clan, once barren, began to revive.

A feeling of dying for someone who understands them sprouted within them.

The tens of thousands of people from the Three Tribes around them hesitated, unsure how to proceed.

Although Du Qianshan and the other two had planned everything, they ultimately failed, leaving the Three Tribes’ people unsure of their next move.

Clearly, the uprising of the three had already displeased Lin Wudi.

Even if Lin Wudi were to take people away in the end, it would have nothing to do with the Three Tribes.

Choices come with a price.

”Let’s go, we leave the Slave Camp immediately!”

Someone from the Heavenly Ink Clan stepped forward.

Someone recognized the person, Du Jianxin, Du Qianshan’s son, who also once had the cultivation level of the Seventh Tribulation.

Now, with his father killed, his choice was surprisingly to leave, which caught everyone by surprise.

Du Jianxin said coldly, ”Lin Wudi has already decided not to help us. Staying in the Slave Camp is just waiting for death in vain! Leaving before the Ghost General arrives might give us a slim chance!”

The members of the Heavenly Ink Clan instinctively gathered around Du Jianxin.

These father and son have always been the leaders of the Heavenly Ink Clan people in the Ku Huang Territory’s Slave Camp.

On the contrary, the people of the Thunder Clan and the Three-Fire Clan were hesitant.

Leaving now meant wandering aimlessly in the Ghost Realm.

Now that their cultivation was completely gone, any ghostly creature or ghost cultivator could kill them easily.

Leaving the Slave Camp was also a dead end.

It was only a difference of dying sooner or later.

Du Jianxin said no more, leading the Heavenly Ink Clan people out of the Slave Camp.

Only after the group left several hundred miles did the people of the Thunder Clan and the Three-Fire Clan catch up.

”Du Daoyou, are you really fleeing like this?”

The leader of the Thunder Clan was Lei Huang, considered a younger generation of Lei Zhenxiao’s clan, and he had a good relationship with Du Jianxin.

Du Jianxin glanced back at the Slave Camp, sneering, ”Do you think we can survive in the Ghost Realm after escaping the Slave Camp?”

”Then you...”

Lei Huang couldn’t comprehend Du Jianxin’s intention.

A vicious glare passed through Du Jianxin’s eyes as he said coldly, ”That Lin Wudi killed the leaders of our Three Tribes. Is that going to go unpunished?”

”You want revenge?”

Lei Huang was shocked.

They had all been sealed of their cultivation levels, what possibility was there for revenge?

”Heh heh, we can’t avenge ourselves, but the Ghost General can!”

Du Jianxin’s voice was chilling.

”You... you want to use the power of the Ghost General?”

Lei Huang couldn’t believe that Du Jianxin would collaborate with the Ghost General who had destroyed their world.

Du Jianxin sneered and remained silent.

So what if it’s collaboration!

All are enemies, whichever dies, it feels good to him.

What he intended to do was share Lin Wudi’s injuries and the characteristics of his Dao Arts with the Ghost General, that’s all.