Tycoon War God

Chapter 763: I’ll Kill a Few People First!

Foundation Establishment Immortals live for hundreds of years. A single retreat could last for decades. By the time they emerged, the world as they knew it would be completely changed.

This time, three great Foundation Establishment Immortals appeared with a single target: Lin Wudi and the suspected Nine Tripod Fragments in his possession.

Yet, they had clearly underestimated the resolve of the world’s current powers to maintain peace.

The Huaxia Sword God, Shen Lang, possessed the talent of a Heavenly Being. He displayed the formidable might of a Proud Son of Heaven at the Eleventh Level of Qi Cultivation. For the first time, this made the three great Foundation Establishment Immortals truly wary. They didn’t dare to kill Shen Lang outright, only gravely wounding him.

However, they did not anticipate the fierce counterattack from the Dragon Protection Hall—or rather, from Huaxia.

That very day, a powerful individual wielding the Hulong Hall Guardian Artifact slew one of the Foundation Establishment Immortals!

Only two days into the mortal world, and one of them had already fallen.

The remaining two Foundation Establishment Immortals were utterly enraged. The Red Lotus Sword Immortal killed the Vice Hall Master of the Dragon Protection Hall as a display of power, while the Seven Swords Daoist took Xiao Xuan hostage to coerce Huaxia.

This was the typical strategy of the Ancient Land Sect’s Foundation Establishment Immortals when entering the mortal realm: kill the strong and hold the emperor hostage to command the nobles.

But this time, they had miscalculated.

Even though Xiao Xuan was captured, Huaxia, the Dragon Protection Hall, and the Divine Machine Camp still made their move against the Sword Control Sect.

The Seven Swords Daoist couldn’t comprehend it.

This man, does he truly not fear death?

"You’re relics of a bygone era! You’re obsolete!" Xiao Xuan declared, looking at the Seven Swords Daoist with eyes that flashed like thunderbolts. "Do you still think we are the incompetent government from decades ago? Heh, prepare to feel the wrath of Huaxia!"

Xiao Xuan watched with a mocking gaze as the Seven Swords Daoist’s expression shifted.

So what if they’re Foundation Establishment Immortals?

When a man casts aside his fear of death, a Foundation Establishment Immortal is no different from a stray dog on the roadside. They are just another thing that bites.

"Die!" the Seven Swords Daoist roared in a furious rage. Light flickered between his brows as a white Flying Sword shot toward Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan didn’t move an inch, his expression one of pure ridicule.

It’s only death! What did he, Xiao Xuan, have to fear?

Xiao Xuan’s gaze made the Foundation Establishment Immortal, the Seven Swords Daoist, feel utterly humiliated.

He decided. After killing Xiao Xuan, he would torture his soul for a hundred years to dissolve the hatred in his heart.

「Outside the command post.」

Three young members of the Ancient Land Sects stood solemnly, their oppressive auras radiating in all directions.

"Heh, so this is the current government. Nothing much!"

"We’ve waited quietly for a day, yet no one has come to challenge us!"

"Cowardly mortals. What courage could you expect from them?"

"They’re just ants!"

All three were at the Ninth Level of Qi Cultivation. In the Ancient Land Sects, they weren’t considered geniuses, just ordinary disciples among many. But upon entering the secular world, they looked down on everyone with contempt. It was simply because they could cultivate for immortality, while mortals had a mere few decades of life!

Such was the difference between an Immortal and a mortal.

"Elder Brother Ge, shall we kill a few for fun? How dare they gawk at us!" a disciple of the Sword Control Sect said, licking his lips, his eyes glinting with bloodlust. In the Ancient Land Sects, they were bound by sect rules, but in the secular world, they could act without any restraint.

The leader, Elder Brother Ge, carried paired swords on his back and had the air of a righteous hero from a television drama. Yet, the words that came from his mouth were void of any warmth.

"Junior Brother Feng, killing is permissible, but limit it to under a hundred. Don’t overdo it and tarnish the reputation of our Sword Control Sect."

Junior Brother Feng, the one who had suggested the killing, bared his teeth in a smile. His Flying Sword rattled out of its scabbard, whirling and dancing around him.

Not far from the three, soldiers from the Command Post Guard Camp stood silently, their guns aimed at the trio from the Sword Control Sect.

The moment Junior Brother Feng took a step forward, a gunshot rang out.

BANG!

It was followed by a continuous burst of fire.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"You think mere worldly weapons can harm me? Foolishness!" Junior Brother Feng sneered. He formed a sword seal with his hand, and his Flying Sword traced deadly arcs through the air, deflecting every incoming bullet.

Sparks flew, and Sword Qi shimmered like silk.

Junior Brother Feng’s sword control technique has improved again, Elder Brother Ge thought, his eyes flickering with envy. He might have a chance to reach the Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation and become a genius!

Establishing one’s foundation at the Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation was completely different from doing so at the Ninth Level within the Ancient Land Sects. At the same realm, a genius who established their foundation at the Tenth Level could kill someone who did so at the Ninth Level in just three moves.

A single level’s difference was like the difference between heaven and earth.

"All of you, die!" Amidst the hail of bullets, Junior Brother Feng’s ferocity erupted. His murderous intent was chilling as he charged toward the Guard Camp.

A massacre was about to begin.

Not a single soldier from the Guard Camp retreated or showed any fear. They all had calm gazes, their eyes completely undisturbed, as if they didn’t realize that with a cultivator charging in, they would all be slaughtered.

The calm look in the soldiers’ eyes annoyed Junior Brother Feng, and the killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.

"Vermin, behold my Lotus of Oblivion!"

With a flick of his Flying Sword, gray Sword Qi surged forth. Strand by strand, it transformed into a gray lotus that descended upon the Guard Camp.

The other two Sword Control Sect disciples looked astonished. "He actually mastered the Lotus of Oblivion!" one said.

"Junior Brother Feng is on the verge of a breakthrough! He’ll probably succeed after we get back!" the other added.

Within the Sword Control Sect, only geniuses at the Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation were qualified to practice the Lotus of Oblivion.

This meant...

Elder Brother Ge’s gaze on Junior Brother Feng grew ever more envious and jealous.

BOOM!

Just then, a streak of light fell from the sky and smashed into Junior Brother Feng’s head. The gray Lotus of Oblivion instantly shattered. Junior Brother Feng, at the peak of the Ninth Level of Qi Cultivation, was too slow to react and was crushed into a pulp by the falling light.

"Teacher Lin!"

"Hall Master Lin!"

The soldiers of the Guard Camp erupted with excitement upon seeing who had arrived.

The person was indeed Lin Mu.

"People from the Sword Control Sect?" Lin Mu asked, having landed and instantly killed the near-genius. He turned his gaze toward Elder Brother Ge and the other disciple.

"You... you are Lin Wudi!" Elder Brother Ge cried, his paired swords soaring from his back.

He certainly knew the name Lin Wudi. The news that he had killed Ao Guang, a Foundation Establishment Immortal from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, had already been brought back to the various Ancient Land Sects by their wandering disciples.

A mortal capable of killing Foundation Establishment Immortals!

Wary, Elder Brother Ge touched the communication talisman on his waist, wanting to notify his master, the Seven Swords Daoist.

RUMBLE!

The moment his eyes met Lin Mu’s, Elder Brother Ge felt as if thunder had exploded in his Sea of Consciousness. All of his Divine Sense was completely shattered.

Am I dead?

As the last thought flashed through his mind, Elder Brother Ge’s body fell heavily to the ground. The other Sword Control Sect disciple fared even worse. With a single glance from Lin Mu, his True Qi reversed its flow, and his head exploded.

Lin Mu’s figure flickered and vanished before the eyes of the Guard Camp soldiers.

"I knew it! Teacher Lin is unbeatable! How could he have died in some small world?"

"This is great! With Teacher Lin here, that worthless Seven Swords Daoist is as good as dead!"

"Slaying an Immortal from a lower realm! I can’t believe we’re getting to witness such a magnificent feat!"

「At the Command Post.」

The Seven Swords Daoist’s Flying Sword was just an inch from Xiao Xuan’s brow when a hand as flawless as white jade clamped down on it.

"Commander Xiao, long time no see."

Xiao Xuan’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the smiling Lin Mu before him.

"You really aren’t dead!" Xiao Xuan roared with laughter.

Lin Mu spoke calmly, "Commander, wait a moment. I’ll kill a few people first, then we can talk."

CRACK!

As Lin Mu finished speaking, the Flying Sword in his hand—a Magic Artifact—was crushed into pieces by pure force.

"Lin Wudi!"

With his Magic Artifact destroyed, a tremor ran through the Seven Swords Daoist’s very soul, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.