Tycoon War God-Chapter 747: All Laws Follow the Heart, Irresistible Force!

Chapter 747: Chapter 747: All Laws Follow the Heart, Irresistible Force!

"Which Sect do you belong to? Hand over your Space Ring, and I’ll spare your lives."

The Changqing Immortal’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Lin Mu and his companions.

"Brother, this place is so strange. I can’t sense any Spiritual Energy," Morphy said.

"Me neither," Shi Potian added, both of them paying no attention to the Changqing Immortal.

Lin Mu’s gaze turned to the Divine Temple. With a light smile, he said, "As I sensed, my fated opportunity is here."

With those words, Lin Mu stepped toward the Divine Temple.

"Youngster, answer me, or die!" the Changqing Immortal repeated his trick, reaching out to grab Lin Mu.

Lin Mu didn’t move, his brows furrowing in displeasure as he looked at the Immortal. This man is blocking my entry into the Divine Temple.

"Hmm?" The Changqing Immortal’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. "A complete and flawless aura... You’re at the peak of Qi Cultivation. Interesting. Try to withstand this."

The Changqing Immortal’s figure blurred, transforming into a bolt of lightning that shot toward Lin Mu. This was the fighting style within the Divine Temple’s restricted area: keep consumption to a minimum. A Foundation Building Immortal would use neither talismans, nor Magic Artifacts, nor Dao Arts, instead fighting barehanded like a common warrior from the secular world. Clearly, this was not the first time the Changqing Immortal had cornered someone in these grounds.

"Scram!"

Lin Mu’s eyes were cold, his killing intent flaring. He could feel that once he obtained the fated opportunity within the Divine Temple, he would be on the verge of Foundation Establishment. This damned Immortal dares to block my path to immortality. He deserves to die.

"You brat!" the Changqing Immortal roared in anger. How dare a mere cultivator at Qi Cultivation Perfection be so arrogant before him.

BOOM!

An Immortal’s punch was like the collapse of heaven and earth, the reversal of the sun and moon. Even the simplest Martial Way, in the hands of an Immortal, could unleash a power that shook the heavens and moved the spirits.

"So terrifying... The Changqing Immortal has been trapped in this Ghost Land for so many years, yet his strength is still so formidable." Shangguan Shiming’s eyes filled with terror.

Changqing. The name itself, meaning "evergreen," signified longevity. Two hundred years ago, this Changqing Immortal had already achieved Foundation Establishment, but he had been stuck at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage for many years, unable to progress. That was why he had taken the risk decades ago, leading a team into this perilous small world. At this moment, Shangguan Shiming realized that everyone from the Ancient Land Sects had underestimated this Changqing Immortal. His strength had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage. He was only a step away from breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

BOOM!

Fist met fist. Lin Mu’s body shook slightly, while the Changqing Immortal was sent flying back more than ten meters.

"Brat, which Sect’s Proud Son of Heaven are you?! Your Sect was actually willing to let you enter this perilous small world!" he exclaimed. "I never expected that after I’ve been trapped in the Divine Temple for decades, the Ancient Land would see the birth of another Proud Son of Heaven. Are you from the Sword Control Sect or the Thunderclap Sect?"

One exchange was all it took. In a purely physical contest, the Changqing Immortal had actually lost by half a step. He realized that the person before him was not at the Ninth or even the Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation, but a Proud Son of Heaven at the Eleventh Level of Qi Cultivation.

"Enough nonsense. Die!" At this moment, Lin Mu’s heart was set on the fated opportunity; he had no time to waste on this damned Immortal.

"Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals, First Form! Godslayer Finger!"

He struck with a killing move from the very start. A gigantic finger materialized out of thin air. Even the restrictive power of the Divine Temple’s grounds could not suppress the might of Lin Mu’s Godslayer Finger.

"Hahaha, you fool!" the Changqing Immortal cackled. "To use such a powerful Dao Method in the Divine Temple’s restricted area... I’d like to see how many more moves your True Qi can sustain."

The Changqing Immortal didn’t counter with a Dao Art. Instead, he took out and activated a handful of talismans, which formed a protective shield around him. The Godslayer Finger’s giant digit descended from the sky, pressing down on the shield.

POP! POP! POP!

The talismans on the shield were pierced one by one. The Changqing Immortal’s expression changed as he scattered another handful of talismans. "You whelp, you’ve made me suffer heavy losses! Soon, I will skin you alive and pull out your tendons!"

There were no supplies in the Divine Temple’s restricted area. Each talisman used was one that couldn’t be replaced. Now that Lin Mu had destroyed two of his talismanic shields, his fury was palpable.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

But the two layers of talismanic defenses still failed to block the colossal finger. The Godslayer Finger pierced the shield and descended upon the Changqing Immortal. He could no longer afford to be stingy and violently spat out a Flying Sword, shooting it toward the Godslayer Finger.

BOOM!

The Magic Artifact, his Flying Sword, collided with the Godslayer Finger. The Godslayer Finger trembled once before dissipating into the air, but the Flying Sword let out a mournful cry as tiny cracks appeared on its surface.

"What kind of Dao Arts are these?! They can break a Magic Artifact with a single finger!" After two exchanges, the Changqing Immortal still couldn’t identify the young man’s Sect. There were no such domineering Dao Arts among the Ancient Land Sects.

Just then, three white figures suddenly rushed into the restricted area, heading straight for the Divine Temple.

How audacious! They’re trying to snatch my, Lin Wudi’s, fated opportunity!

Lin Mu’s fury erupted. He threw a punch, blasting the Changqing Immortal back, and then rushed toward the three white figures.

"Lin—"

The white figures hadn’t expected Lin Mu to be so decisive, abandoning his opponent to charge them. One of them seemed to want to explain, but it was too late. Lin Mu, filled with rage, struck like a thunderbolt. With all techniques at his command, his every move was law.

The three white figures were cultivators from the Sea of Divine Grace. Facing a living legend, the number one person in the world, they naturally didn’t dare to be careless. The three of them struck as one, combining their power to form a colossal cross in the void in an attempt to block Lin Mu’s punch.

BOOM!

The cross shattered, but the force of the punch continued toward them, undiminished. A cultivator from the Sea of Divine Grace hurriedly shouted, "Lin Wudi, we’ll withdraw immediately! We won’t contend with you for the treasures anymore!"

Too late. The instant the cultivator spoke, Lin Mu’s fist had already arrived. It was like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. The defense formed by the three cultivators from the Sea of Divine Grace was as fragile as paper before him. With a single punch, he shattered their defense and slammed it into the chest of the cultivator in front. The man couldn’t withstand the domineering force and was instantly obliterated. The other two tried to retreat but were pinned by the intent of Lin Mu’s punch, unable to move. They exploded into gore. Both were killed.

He had killed three people with a single punch. After doing so, Lin Mu didn’t linger and rushed toward the Divine Temple.

Watching from a distance, the Changqing Immortal felt his heart clench with dread. The punch from this unknown Proud Son of Heaven was even more powerful than the Godslayer Finger.

"Young Miss Shangguan, which Sect is this young Proud Son of Heaven from?" he asked. "The Thunderclap Sect, or the Sword Control Sect?"

The Thunder God Sect was ranked first among the Ancient Land Sects, and the Sword Control Sect was second. If Lin Mu belonged to either of these two major Sects, the Changqing Immortal might have waited instead of rushing to kill him.

Shangguan Shiming’s expression was conflicted; she didn’t know how to answer.

"Old man, my brother isn’t from any Ancient Land Sect. He’s a Cultivator from the secular world," Morphy declared proudly. "What have your Ancient Land Sects ever done to be worthy of producing an invincible powerhouse like my brother?"

Shangguan Shiming gave a bitter smile. This young girl is still so naive.

Sure enough, upon hearing Morphy’s words, the Changqing Immortal’s eyes turned ferocious. "I thought he was a Proud Son of Heaven from an Ancient Land Sect, so I held back, not wanting to cause too much offense. I can’t believe he’s just a commoner from the secular world. How laughable that their kind could produce a Proud Son of Heaven. In that case, it seems I, Li Changqing, will have the honor of slaying a Qi Cultivation genius and killing a Proud Son of Heaven today."

At that moment, Lin Mu’s foot had already crossed the threshold of the Divine Temple’s main gate.

BOOM!

A torrent of black energy surged toward him, its power comparable to a full-strength strike from a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Peak.

"Hahaha! Junior, if the Divine Temple were so easy to enter, do you think I’d still be trapped here today?" the Changqing Immortal taunted, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "The Divine Temple’s counterattack is quite something. Have a taste. I hope you don’t die too easily."