Tycoon War God

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, mortals were but ants.

That figure, though seemingly slender, stood tall and straight. How insignificant he seemed compared to the world around him, yet at this moment, he was utterly conspicuous. He was like a proud, unmoving Mountain Suppression Stone, weighing down on everyone’s hearts and making it hard to breathe.

”Your worthless life is mine for the taking!”

An utterly domineering and arrogant voice thundered incessantly in everyone’s minds, like rolling thunder that instilled deep fear in their hearts.

Qin Luoli’s expression was complex. Not long ago, this man was just an ordinary person in her eyes, but now he stood above all living beings, a figure to be looked up to. Immediately, a dazzling light of amazement lit up her beautiful eyes.

He is Lin Wudi! But he is also Lin Mu! He is my man, Qin Luoli’s man!

”Attack together! Kill him!” Qin Chuan and Granny Guo exchanged a look, then roared in unison as they charged toward Lin Mu.

The next moment, Qin Chuan’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. ”Dragon-Elephant Prajna Fist!” he bellowed, throwing a punch so powerful it seemed to drain the color from the world.

”Frost Palm!” Granny Guo grabbed at the ice residue lingering in the air, and a thick layer of frost condensed on her palm. To be able to condense Qi into solid ice showed that her strength had indeed grown immensely.

The two moved in concert, one attacking from a distance and the other striking from the ground, intending to kill Lin Mu in a single, coordinated blow.

Seeing this, everyone’s hearts leaped into their throats.

Li Lingqing supported Qin Luoli, her pretty face solemn. Even from afar, she could feel the immense pressure emanating from the air.

Can Master withstand this? Master once single-handedly slew three Grandmasters, but they were only Martial Arts Grandmasters. Qin Chuan and that old woman are no ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters. In terms of Cultivation Level, they’re both in the Divine Communion Realm!

Qin Luoli gripped Li Lingqing’s hand tightly, her face pale with dread. Lin Mu, you have to withstand this!

Amid everyone’s astonished gazes, Lin Mu remained unmoved, calmly watching as Qin Chuan and Granny Guo bore down on him with their terrifying Internal Energy.

”What is Master Lin doing? He’s going to take it head-on!” someone cried out in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Has Lin Wudi gone mad? Those are two Divine Realm Strong Practitioners! Under such an assault, forget one person, even a great mountain couldn’t hold!

In the next second, the attacks of the two Divine Realm Strong Practitioners struck Lin Mu with perfect accuracy. The impact shook the very earth, causing countless nearby trees to explode into splinters as a whirlwind of leaves obscured everyone’s vision.

When the last leaf settled, the crowd saw Lin Mu pinned between the two attackers, their punch and palm both landed squarely on his body.

A smile touched Qin Chuan’s lips. Granny Guo’s expression was a ferocious snarl.

The boy is finally dead!

However, Lin Mu’s expression was unchanged. He showed no sign of injury whatsoever.

How is this possible! Qin Chuan and Granny Guo exchanged a look, each seeing the profound shock and terror in the other’s eyes. The combined force of two Divine Realm Strong Practitioners couldn’t even scratch Lin Wudi? What in the world is his body made of?

”Had enough fun? Now it’s my turn!”

Before they could react, Lin Mu grinned, and a blinding golden light erupted from his body. It was brilliant and majestic, shining with the intensity of a golden sun. This power exploded outward from him like a mountain flood, sweeping over them with unstoppable force.

Struck head-on by the blast, Qin Chuan and Granny Guo felt an overwhelming power slam into them, sending their bodies flying uncontrollably backward.

BOOM!

Qin Chuan crashed into a distant rockery, shattering it to pieces. Granny Guo smashed straight through a massive hill.

Dust filled the air and leaves danced wildly. Witnessing this, the spectators in the distance couldn’t help but gasp in unison. The mountain had collapsed and the trees had fallen! They were fortunate to be so far away; otherwise, the entire crowd of onlookers would have been caught in the devastation.

”Cough, cough!”

Qin Chuan and Granny Guo staggered up from the rubble. The moment they regained their footing, a trickle of blood escaped the corners of their mouths. Their faces were masks of pure horror. The combined might of two Divine Realm Strong Practitioners was unable to harm Lin Wudi in the slightest!

Granny Guo wiped the blood from her lips, forcibly suppressing her shock. ”Young Qin, this man’s strength is too formidable! We can’t hold back any longer!”

Qin Chuan nodded silently, his eyes already beginning to turn a deep crimson.

”From many grains, a tower is built! CONDENSE!” Granny Guo roared. With a fierce clench of her fist, the dirt and sand on the ground instantly shot up and solidified. At that moment, countless brown blades appeared in the sky, arranged with the neat precision of soldiers in formation.

At the same time, Qin Chuan quickly formed a series of hand seals. ”Heavenly Dragon Eight-Part Palm!”

A terrifying presence erupted from him, instantly obliterating the surrounding dust. In the blink of an eye, eight ethereal silhouettes manifested around him. These eight figures represented the eight powerful incarnations of the Buddhist Door. Though diverse in form, they embodied all the living beings under heaven and earth. Some stood with palms raised, some with fists clenched, and others with fingers forming arcane seals. Each was distinct, and each radiated terrifying power.

”Kill!” Qin Chuan initiated the attack. With a wave of his hand, the eight hovering incarnations struck as one, pressing down on Lin Mu from all sides. Each figure possessed power no less than that of a Grandmaster. Furthermore, the Heavenly Dragon Eight-Part Palm was a versatile technique that could attack, defend, and trap. This was Qin Chuan’s killing move.

Granny Guo’s face was alight with manic glee. For Qin Chuan to have such an ace up his sleeve... Lin Wudi is doomed!

”KILL!” she shrieked, her voice hoarse. The countless brown blades in the air shot forth in unison, sweeping toward Lin Mu like a gigantic dragon shimmering with a cold, metallic luster, intent on grinding him to pieces.

”How terrifying!”

”They’re clearly planning to have one trap him while the other goes for the kill!”

On the ground, the crowd watched with expressions of terror, their minds reeling.

Li Lingqing’s face was etched with anxiety. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes. Although Qin Chuan and Granny Guo didn’t coordinate beforehand, Divine Realm Strong Practitioners can adapt their strategies at will in the heat of battle. Qin Chuan plans to trap Master, while that old crone unleashes a hidden killing blow! How vicious!

”Hahaha, Lin Wudi, you’re dead for sure!” Han Xian laughed maniacally from the ground, tears streaming down his face. With two Divine Realm Strong Practitioners joining forces, Lin Wudi was bound to die!

The words had barely left his mouth when he felt several murderous gazes fall upon him.

Li Lingqing stared at him coldly. ”If you utter one more word, you useless thing, I’ll let you experience the agony of heart-piercing Gu poison!”

Han Xian’s face paled, and he hastily shut his mouth. The pain of heart-piercing Gu poison was too horrifying to contemplate.

”Finally, you’re acting like Divine Realm Strong Practitioners,” Lin Mu remarked with a slight nod upon seeing their assault, even looking somewhat pleased. ”But today, both of you will die!”

As his voice fell, Lin Mu took a single step forward and reached out a hand, gently grasping at the air.

All the trees within a thousand meters began to tremble. Giant trunks swayed and leaves danced wildly, instantly converging on a single point. In the next moment, a colossal, emerald-green sword composed entirely of leaves hovered behind Lin Mu.

Leaf Gathering Sword!

The gigantic sword was like a dragon spanning the sky, its Sword Qi extending for three hundred meters!

”Slash!”

With a mere thought, the sword, dozens of meters long, gently trembled behind him. It let out a sky-piercing cry as if it had come to life, then slashed down from the heavens