Tycoon War God-Chapter 751: Unbeatable Might, Heart Aspires to It!

Chapter 751: Chapter 751: Unbeatable Might, Heart Aspires to It!

With a single word—"Noisy"—Lin Mu attacked the Sea of Divine Grace, taking everyone by surprise.

Lin Wudi truly was formidable!

The Changqing Immortal might not have understood it all, but he too felt the overwhelming aura emanating from Lin Mu.

An enemy to the world? So be it!

With that one strike, Lin Wudi declared his stance to everyone present.

If a fight is what they want, then a fight is what they will get! Why bother with such pretentious excuses!

"The might of the invincible... my heart yearns for it!"

Outside the barrier, the Huaxia Martial Artists were overcome with emotion.

They were all unparalleled experts who had remained hidden among the mountains and great rivers for many years. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Every one of them had reached the Divine realm.

Every one of them was a titan in their own right.

But when their strength was compared to Lin Wudi’s, they were no more than ants from some insignificant kingdom.

Their mettle, their courage—the difference was immeasurable.

A single strike had demonstrated the gap between them and the living myth, the number one person in the world.

"Arrogance! Lin Wudi, do you really believe you are unrivaled? Today, I will show you the meaning of a god!"

Keen’s white robe fluttered, and his hair and beard moved without a wind as strands of white light shot from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

The next moment, his body emitted the clang of striking metal, and the phantom of a great coffin materialized above him.

No, not a coffin! It was a Sacred Coffin!

As a cultivator from the Sea of Divine Grace, Keen was accustomed to lying in a coffin filled with sharp spikes every day, torturing his body to temper his will.

After countless years, he had fused with the coffin that tormented him, and it became the Sacred Coffin.

The Sacred Coffin was a symbol of devout faith, but also of a terrifying mindset rooted in ordeal and self-mutilation.

What ordinary person could endure constant agony, bleeding day and night for years on end?

Only a cultivator from the Sea of Divine Grace, with an unwavering mind and loyal faith, could achieve such a feat.

Those long years of suffering were exchanged for the exceptional power he now wielded.

The moment the Sacred Coffin appeared, the very air seemed to freeze.

Bloodlust! Agony!

One could almost hear the wails of torment twining around the Sacred Coffin.

Yet, it did not appear evil.

On the contrary, streams of Godlight flowed from it, and a faint divine radiance flickered.

"God!"

A single, true word escaped Keen’s lips.

The world between heaven and earth was instantly blanketed in white.

The Sacred Coffin let out a terrifying roar, as if a being of sacred, divine majesty was about to step forth from within.

At that moment, Lin Mu’s casual palm strike arrived.

BANG!

The Sacred Coffin, which had just begun to open a crack, was sent flying by Lin Mu’s palm.

Even the nascent crack was slammed shut.

The divine light on Keen’s face dimmed for an instant.

"God!"

The cultivators from the Sea of Divine Grace behind Keen shouted in unison. A Godlight similar to Keen’s emanated from their bodies, dispersing and merging with his.

"Man!"

Keen roared again. Blood gushed from the nostrils of every Sea of Divine Grace cultivator, and it seeped from every pore of their skin.

However, they seemed to feel no pain, no sensation at all.

They continued to chant their scriptures!

"Holy!"

Keen uttered the third word.

The Sacred Coffin that had been knocked away reversed its course, flying back amidst a thunderous roar to settle above Keen and his men.

"Trinity!"

Keen finally completed the last holy word.

As he spoke, all the cultivators from the Sea of Divine Grace, including Keen himself, instantly aged by more than a decade.

All their essence, energy, and spirit were absorbed by the Sacred Coffin hovering above.

Godlight descended from the heavens!

It pierced through the barrier and struck the Sacred Coffin.

BOOM!

The Sacred Coffin flew open, and white wings unfurled from the void.

Sacred! Majestic! Merciful! Judgmental!

Layer upon layer of inconceivable power emerged within the barrier.

The Changqing Immortal retreated again and again, his face a mask of horror.

"The Sea of Divine Grace in the secular world actually possesses such a terrifying combination art!"

"The Ancient Land Sect hasn’t emerged for hundreds of years, and the world has changed so drastically!"

「At the same time.」

"Somewhat interesting," Lin Mu uttered indifferently.

But that was all.

"Suppress!"

With a flip of his hand, Lin Mu unleashed a boundless, terrifying energy that crushed down upon the being emerging from the Sacred Coffin.

"Prison of Divine Might!"

Ruo Wang cried out, and all the cultivators from the Prison of Divine Might began to sing a holy hymn in unison.

Streams of black and white energy flowed from their bodies, converging to form a gigantic black cross.

The Prison of Divine Might!

The Sea of Divine Grace!

The two strongest powers of the Holy Court had joined forces to attack Lin Wudi.

The Changqing Immortal’s eyes flashed. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue.

His already graying hair turned snow-white in an instant, not a single black strand remaining.

The wrinkles on his face deepened.

The phantom of the giant tree appeared once more.

This time, however, the tree had turned a visceral blood-red.

This Tree of Everlife, on top of its life-extending power, now had a bloody and ferocious aura.

"Devour!"

At the Changqing Immortal’s command, the giant tree seemed to transform into a terrifying monster, opening its blood-soaked maw to swallow Lin Mu.

Thus, in the forbidden grounds of the Divine Temple, the three great powers joined hands.

All three factions, at the cost of their own life force, launched their strongest possible strike at Lin Wudi.

A colossal palm print materialized in the sky. In its center was a single, profound, ancient character: Suppress.

The might contained in that one word was horrifying.

The Angel that appeared from the Sacred Coffin had just unfurled its wings when dense golden chains materialized around its body.

The Angel threw its head back and let out a silent, skyward roar.

Its wings vibrated, flashing with white light.

It was useless.

The golden chains only tightened.

Finally, bloody marks began to appear on the sacred and majestic body of the seemingly invincible Angel.

SHRIEK!

The Angel let out a piercing cry.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Blood burst from the bodies of all the members of the Sea of Divine Grace, including Keen.

Bloody marks, identical to the wounds gouged into the Angel’s body by the chains, appeared on each of them.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Bound by the chains, the Angel’s bones emitted a terrible cracking sound.

Golden blood spilled forth.

The Angel’s wings were stained gold, adding not to its sanctity, but to its savage appearance.

PFFT!

Finally, a cultivator from the Sea of Divine Grace, unable to withstand the terrifying backlash, exploded.

It set off a chain reaction. Like fireworks, the cultivators of the Sea of Divine Grace detonated one after another.

A white bottle flew out from Keen’s body.

Golden liquid poured from its mouth, sprinkling over the remaining cultivators and barely halting the chain reaction.

"Lin Wudi... he’s actually this powerful!"

The ever-stoic Keen, who rarely showed emotion, now had a look of utter shock on his face.

At that moment, the attack from the Prison of Divine Might arrived.

The huge black-and-white cross collided fiercely with Lin Mu’s palm of force.

It didn’t die?

Lin Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he pointed a finger once more.

This time, the force in his finger was more condensed, the killing intent even colder.

PFFT!

The finger strike was as fast as lightning, piercing through the Angel’s skull.

The Angel’s struggles froze instantly.

It dissolved, then disintegrated.

The Angel turned into faint white light and vanished into the air.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

A continuous series of explosions erupted.

As if struck by a heavy blow, the heads of all the remaining Sea of Divine Grace cultivators burst open.

BANG!

Keen, the great cultivator of the Sea of Divine Grace.

The man who least wanted to be Lin Mu’s enemy became the first paragon to die at his hands today.

Such is the heartlessness of fate.

"Keen!" Ruo Wang roared, blood streaming from his eyes.

The cross and the colossal palm collided, annihilating one another.

Every cultivator from the Prison of Divine Might vomited blood in unison.

But the Changqing Immortal’s full-power attack had arrived.

The crimson Blood Tree swallowed Lin Mu whole.

The ground shattered.

The air exploded.

Where Lin Mu had just been standing, it was as if space itself had been devoured by the Blood Tree.

"Is he dead?"

"He must be dead!"

Everyone stared, tense, in the direction the Blood Tree had struck.

"Brother won’t die!" Morphy cried out, but tears were welling in her eyes.

BOOM!

As Morphy’s choked sob echoed, the sanguine Blood Tree exploded.