Tycoon War God

”As expected of the Martial Alliance!”

The onlooking martial artists all revealed looks of envy. The martial tomes they might fight their whole lives and never obtain seemed to be commonplace within the Martial Alliance.

Their sighs had barely formed before they were replaced by silence. Because Lin Mu’s Deicide Palm had already descended.

Under Deicide, all else was illusion.

Under the Deicide Palm, the dazzling array of martial techniques vanished like smoke, shattering one after another.

Wails.

Screams.

Struggles.

Despair.

Indignation.

After the palm imprint fell, all of it turned to nothingness.

Beside Changbai Mountain’s Heavenly Lake, only a giant palm imprint remained. All the Martial Alliance Elders within it had met a tragic end. Even Zhu Feng couldn’t struggle for another moment.

In the face of Lin Mu’s absolute divine might, cultivators of External Strength, Inner Strength, and even Grandmasters were all nothing but ants.

In the cold, biting wind of Changbai Mountain’s Heavenly Lake, only Lin Mu’s voice echoed.

”Now, do you understand your mistake?”

His robes billowed, his figure as imposing as a mountain. At this moment, Lin Mu truly was Lin Wudi, unrivaled in all the world!

Jiaolong’s complexion was deathly pale as he prostrated on the ground.

”Teacher Lin, I understand my mistake.”

”Teacher Lin, we understand our mistake.”

Only now did the soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp truly realize just how formidable Lin Mu was. The enemies they considered unbeatable were, in Lin Mu’s eyes, nothing more than bugs to be squashed at will.

”Take me there. You’d better pray that your brothers from the Divine Machine Camp are unharmed. Or else!” Lin Mu let out a cold snort.

A bitter expression crossed Jiaolong’s face. He had truly been worrying for nothing. If something had happened to his brothers from the Divine Machine Camp, not only would Lin Mu refuse to spare him, but Jiaolong would never forgive himself either.

”Teacher Lin, the Military Department can arrange for a helicopter!” A muscular man in camouflage strode over and respectfully saluted Lin Mu.

”A helicopter?” Lin Mu’s lips curved into a smile. ”Too slow.”

Before the officer could comprehend what was happening, he saw Lin Mu grab Jiaolong by the neck.

BOOM!

The rock beneath Lin Mu’s feet shattered, leaving a deep footprint. A fierce gust of wind slammed into the officer, making him stagger as if he had taken a heavy blow to the chest.

Just the shockwave is this powerful. Teacher Lin truly is Lin Wudi.

Despite the sharp pain in his chest, the admiration in the officer’s eyes grew even more intense. In the military, the strong were revered. Was there any soldier in the world stronger than Lin Mu?

No!

”Poor Jiaolong.”

”Teacher Lin is really angry this time.”

”Let’s have a moment of silence for Jiaolong. Who knows if he’ll survive the trip.”

With Lin Mu gone, the Divine Machine Camp soldiers relaxed, starting to joke and laugh. In the past, during their rigorous training under Lin Mu, some of them had been ’fortunate’ enough to experience the terror of being carried by him on the move. Being carried by a Lin Mu who had yet to unleash his full power was a lesson they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

This time, Jiaolong’s experience would only be worse.

「Changbai Mountain.」

On a mountain ridge hundreds of miles away, nearly a hundred soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp stood in silence, encircling a single person. This individual was clad in white, his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky as if waiting for something.

”You have broken the rules,” the man in white said casually.

He looked extremely young, like a boy from next door, but his eyes were filled with ancient vicissitudes, making his entire presence seem jarringly out of place. His tone was flat, yet it sent a chill down the spines of all the Divine Machine Camp soldiers, as if they were being watched by an Ancient Fierce Beast.

”Master Ye is an unrivaled expert. Surely, you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation to ambush our Teacher Lin?” one of the Divine Machine Camp soldiers spoke up. ”We don’t dare to obstruct you, Master Ye. We only ask that you wait for a moment. Once Teacher Lin deals with those scumbags, he will come to meet you.”

Before them, this white-robed individual who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen was, in fact, the long-famous Martial Alliance Leader, Ye Kuangren.

Returning to simplicity, reverting to one’s youth. Ye Kuangren had already stepped into the Divine Communion Realm.

”How sad. What a pity!” Ye Kuangren said indifferently.

The Divine Machine Camp soldiers glared at him, and one shouted, ”Ye Kuangren, what do you mean by that? Do you really think we’re afraid of you?”

Ye Kuangren was not angered. ”Whether you are afraid or not is your own business. I am merely lamenting for Lin Wudi and feeling sorrow for you.”

A soldier retorted, ”Ye Kuangren, if you want to kill us, then do it! Why bother with all this nonsense? If you want to gang up on Teacher Lin, you’ll have to step over our dead bodies!”

”It’s only death!”

The soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp bristled with fighting spirit, fearless even though they knew they were outmatched.

Ye Kuangren’s tone remained indifferent. ”As disciples of Lin Wudi, you fail to comprehend the state of mind of an unrivaled powerhouse like him. Do you think Lin Wudi would fear being surrounded? Do you think that I, Ye Kuangren, would join hands with others to attack someone?”

His eyes flashed with an extraordinary light, his expression filled with pride.

”In this vast world, who is worthy of joining hands with me, Ye Kuangren! To kill Lin Wudi, I alone am enough! The unrivaled state of the Divine Communion Realm is not something you ants can even hope to glimpse. How tragic that you are so self-righteous, completely unaware of your mistake. And what a pity for Lin Wudi. Dragged down by you, his momentum was weakened. He had a chance to fight me, but you ruined it.”

This was a clash of auras between masters of the Martial Way, something the Divine Machine Camp soldiers, with their lower cultivation, could not understand. Their interception of Ye Kuangren had inadvertently diminished Lin Mu’s invincible aura.

Therefore, Ye Kuangren neither left nor killed anyone.

He was waiting.

The longer he waited, the more Lin Mu’s aura of invincibility would be eroded. When Lin Mu arrived and found that not a single soldier of the Divine Machine Camp was dead, he would inevitably feel a trace of goodwill toward Ye Kuangren.

In a battle between unrivaled powerhouses, that small trace of goodwill would be a fatal flaw.

”Ye Kuangren. Interesting!”

A figure slowly descended, carrying no aura, not stained by a single speck of dust.

It was Lin Mu.

He casually tossed the half-dead Jiaolong aside and faced the Martial Alliance Leader, Ye Kuangren. Jiaolong could not even stand; he barely managed to crawl a few meters away to get clear of the battlefield. He retched, his face drained of color as he vomited. He would rather fight Yao Kuohai, or even Heavenly Saber Song Kai, than be dragged by the neck by Lin Mu ever again.

”So young. Such a shame,” Ye Kuangren said, assessing Lin Mu.

”The Martial Alliance Leader? You’re not as impressive as they say,” Lin Mu replied, sizing him up as well.

”Let’s fight.” Ye Kuangren’s eyes surged with battle intent, his aura stirring.

Just as the two were about to make their move, thunder roiled across the heavens and dark clouds gathered. A figure arrived, riding the lightning. He was like a figure from Greek mythology—Zeus, the Lord of All Deities.

”The Thunder God!” Ye Kuangren recognized the newcomer as the Western European Thor.

”Haha, Ye Kuangren! So, after our battle twenty years ago, you also reached the Divine Communion. Congratulations,” the Thunder God said, riding a thunderbolt to land beside them.

Ye Kuangren ignored the Thunder God’s taunt, saying coldly, ”Why have you come to the East instead of cowering in the West like a turtle in its shell?”

The Thunder God’s golden hair fluttered, with flickers of lightning weaving between the strands. ”To kill someone!”

He flicked his finger, and a bolt of lightning shot toward Lin Mu.

”He’s mine!” Ye Kuangren broke the Thunder God’s lightning with a casual strike.

The two of them seemed to regard Lin Mu as nothing but fish on a chopping block.

”No need to argue. Both of you, come at me together,” Lin Mu said with considerable impatience. It was just a matter of killing someone. What was all the nonsense for?

”Lin Wudi!” Ye Kuangren’s eyes seemed to split with rage. ”You dare to humiliate me!”

”To name yourself ’Unrivaled,’ truly arrogant,” the Thunder God also erupted in a thunderous rage.

BOOM!

Lin Mu lashed out with a palm, attacking both men simultaneously.