Tycoon War God

”You want to fight me?”

Lin Mu looked at Li Jing with a half-smile.

Li Jing was very conflicted.

Through the confrontation between Lin Mu and the Molu Sacrificer, he realized that Lin Mu’s true realm wasn’t actually high, only that of a Centurion!

Yet Lin Mu’s aptitude might even surpass that of the Divine Child.

The actual combat strength should be equivalent to a Martial Saint!

If it was just a matter of competing in realm strength, with Li Jing’s late stages of the Martial Saint, he seemed to be able to surpass Lin Mu!

However, what really made Li Jing apprehensive was the Yulong Sword in Lin Mu’s hand!

Those six Golden Dragons could even swallow Divine Punishment!

Li Jing couldn’t guarantee that the magic artifacts around him could withstand the Yulong Sword!

Moreover, Lin Mu had beside him the Molu, whose allegiance was now unclear!

Li Jing didn’t understand what cultivation method the Buddhist Door used.

But when Molu awakened the memories of his past life, the celestial phenomenon that emerged was clearly stronger than the Temple Priest!

Molu was judged by the gods, his flesh stripped, his bones shattered, yet instead of lowering his strength, it increased!

Now, as the divine judgment concludes, the flesh and bones on Molu’s body are regenerating at a speed that made Li Jing’s scalp tingle!

”Lin Mu, what on earth do you want to do? A gentleman can be killed, but not humiliated!”

Li Jing felt truly aggrieved.

A dignified Prefectural Governor and a late-stage Martial Saint fell into such a predicament!

”As the Governor of Boyang Prefecture, you should be aware of the whereabouts of my other sect disciples.”

Lin Mu said indifferently, ”Tell me their whereabouts, and I can spare your life!”

”Lin Mu, don’t be so arrogant!”

Li Jing was outraged, for he was a Martial Saint!

Yet Lin Mu’s attitude was as if dealing with a mere straw dog!

”You can also choose death.” Lin Mu remained unperturbed.

Li Jing instinctively looked towards Molu.

The two families had a long-standing relationship, and he had grown up practically under the guidance and protection of the Molu Sacrificer.

Without Molu’s sacrifice, he wouldn’t have reached this realm today, nor be able to hold his current position!

Molu stood with one hand at his chest, his face full of compassion, ”Child, have you not yet discerned the changes among the billions of people in the five main cities and one large city?”

Li Jing felt as if struck by lightning!

Previously, he had never considered this perspective.

Yet now, he suddenly realized if Lin Mu was merely extracting the Power of Faith, the populace of the main cities should not experience such an emotional change and should immediately resume their usual admiration!

But the reality was that the people of those six cities no longer had that fervent worship of the Qianyuan Empire as before!

It was as if they had regained their rationality!

”Molu Sac...”

Halfway through his shout, Li Jing bitterly changed his tone, asking, ”Is there a problem with the cultivation technique we practice? Does it alter our will?”

”Immeasurable Buddhas!”

Molu pressed his hands together, the answer was obvious.

At this moment, two thoughts were constantly struggling in Li Jing’s mind.

One was to be loyal to his country, die heroically, and fight against Lin Mu!

The other was to confess everything, even allow Lin Mu to extract the irregular faith from his body!

”The True Self!”

At that moment, Molu, who had recovered the memories of his past life as a great Buddhist adept, pointed a finger at Li Jing’s forehead!

A surge of blood energy was suppressed by the Buddha’s light.

At this moment, Li Jing felt an inexplicable clarity within!

It was as if he had self-awareness for the first time!

”Lin Mu, here is the information on your disciples, but I hope you can help me extract the Power of Faith!”

Li Jing readily produced a jade slip and handed it to Lin Mu!

Lin Mu took the jade slip, flicking it lightly with his finger.

In the next moment, Li Jing felt as though something within himself had disappeared.

His past fervor for the Empire and the Martial God all dissipated.

Yet, what even Li Jing hadn’t anticipated was that his belief in dying for the Empire persisted.

”Perhaps, this is what family and country mean.”

After all, it was a nation he had served for thousands of years, and even without fervent faith, Li Jing still desired to die for the Empire!

”Lin Mu, the next time we meet, we will be ene...”

”Immeasurable Buddhas!”

Before Li Jing could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Molu!

Molu even struck out with his palm, directly knocking Li Jing unconscious!

”Emperor Zun, please forgive this young one’s ignorance, I will persuade him to regain his true heart and he will no longer oppose you, Emperor.”

Molu bowed to Lin Mu with his hands together.

Li Jing didn’t know Lin Mu’s true identity and wanted to leave a harsh word, but Molu knew who Lin Mu was in his previous life!

Emperor Zun’s wrath could annihilate the Ten Thousand Realms!

Already, by easing Li Jing’s fervent faith, it was an act of leniency.

If Li Jing dared to speak of continuing his enmity with Lin Mu, he would undoubtedly be killed on the spot!

Lin Mu looked at Molu with a half-smile and said calmly, ”Not enough!”

Li Jing was on a path to seeking death!

It was not enough to let Lin Mu spare him simply by Molu’s words!

Molu smiled wryly, looking at Langya who was breaking through realms behind Lin Mu, ”I suppose Emperor Zun is to hunt for other disciples, then I shall be the protector for your esteemed disciple, if you permit, Emperor Zun?”

”Good!”

The voice still echoed in the void, and Lin Mu’s figure had already disappeared!

”Immeasurable Buddhas!”

Even with the memories of great Buddhist prowess from a past life, at this moment Molu’s back was still drenched with sweat.

He knew very well that he and Li Jing had just walked a circle’s path in front of Hell’s gate.

Facing the reincarnation of the previous life’s Emperor Zun, he didn’t dare utter even a single monk or devotee word!

Just because Emperor Zun had just expressed his disdain for bald heads!

Recalling the layered legends about Emperor Zun, Molu’s emotions surged.

”With the reincarnation of Emperor Zun, the Immortal Realm might face calamity!”

Rumble!

Energy overflowed around Langya, and a violent momentum shot skyward.

Layer upon layer of tribulation clouds was awe-inspiring!

Exiled immortal of the extreme realm, Divine Child Langya, began to form a Golden Core!

Qingfeng County City!

On the grand square in front of the Prefectural Governor Mansion.

Eight chairs were lined up.

Seated upon them were eight Martial Saints!

On the square.

An armored general of ten thousand Bai, wielding a leather whip, was lashing someone bound to a stone pillar in the center of the square!

Splash!

The specially made leather whip slashed at the person’s body on the stone pillar, raising a splash of fresh blood.

The person’s body trembled as if enduring immense pain!

Yet, even with the whip’s assault, the person remained silent!

The armored general of ten thousand Bai frowned.

The whip in his hand, called the Demon-Subduing Whip, was woven with Celestial Black Iron and Earth Fire Silkworm Threads using a special technique.

With one crack, it flayed the flesh and struck the spirit!

Not to mention this mere Centurion barbarian from another world, even a Ten-Thousand-Man General, would wail under the Demon-Subduing Whip!

Yet, this barbarian from another world had taken eight lashes and still made no sound!

”Oh, it seems this barbarian from another world indeed has a resolute spirit, we might as well kill him, there are still two others anyway!”

Among the eight Martial Saints, one spoke.

This man was Meng Shi, the leader of Hunting Team Three from the thirteen prefectures of the Southern Domain, a Martial Saint!

Born of the Hunting Team, full of killing intent, speaking straight to death!

Another Martial Saint took a sip of tea and smiled, ”Brother Meng, why rush, the chance to whip a Fake God Child isn’t common, even I want to try, continue, I want to hear the Fake God Child’s wails!”

The speaker was Bai Huo, the Great General of Qingfeng Prefecture, a Martial Saint.

The Bai Family and the Meng Family did not get along; naturally, Bai Huo would oppose what Meng Shi wanted to do!

As the first in command of Qingfeng Prefecture’s military, Bai Huo’s words were not to be refuted by the other Martial Saints.

Hence, the whipping continued!

On the square, there were three people bound to the stone pillars.

Being whipped was Li Xiaotian, the other two were Li Linglong and Morphy!

The three of them had ill luck, scattered by a single blow from the Tianpeng Martial God, landing in Qingfeng Prefecture territory, captured by Bai Huo and another Martial Saint together!