Tycoon War God

"So strong!"

No one knew who had uttered the words, but the silence between heaven and earth was instantly shattered.

"This young man is truly invincible!"

"Lin Wudi is truly worthy of the name 'Invincible'!"

"..."

Watching the battle, everyone felt as if the two combatants weren't human, but rather godly generals or immortals capable of overturning rivers and seas. The vast Hongfeng Lake was stirred into raging waves and a bloody storm by their clash. If they were any stronger, would they shatter the entire Southern Sky?

"But it's still too difficult for Lin Wudi to defeat Xing Zirong. After all, his disadvantage is too obvious!"

"Indeed. Xing Zirong possesses the Xing Tian Battle Axe. It was formed from his blood and condensed from True Qi, and the power it contains is no less than that of a Grandmaster. Lin Wudi is at a great disadvantage!"

"Therefore, it's still too early to call him invincible!"

The crowd's tone was complex, their expressions filled with shock.

...

"Again!"

The battle axe was sent flying, and Xing Zirong staggered back several steps. Regaining his footing, he let out a roar and once again swung his axe toward Lin Mu.

BOOM!

The Xing Tian Battle Axe erupted in a hundred-meter-long ray of light, instantly swooping down to slash at Lin Mu. In a flash, all eyes were fixed on this strike.

BANG!

A thunderous noise echoed as the axe instantly split the very spot where Lin Mu had been standing in two. The small island in the lake was pulverized in a heartbeat. Waves soared to the sky, the momentum immense.

Was he dead?

Just as the crowd watched in confusion, a figure suddenly burst from the waves, launching a punch toward Xing Zirong.

CRACK!

The force of the punch was so terrifying that it made the very air crackle. A cyan fist suddenly appeared before Xing Zirong, smashing down hard.

"A fine move!" Xing Zirong growled, gripping the battle axe and swinging it down with all his might.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion ensued. The cyan fist was split apart by the Xing Tian Battle Axe, and the cyan light slowly faded away.

"Lin Wudi, take another blow from my axe!" As his words fell, Xing Zirong charged at Lin Mu like a ferocious dragon, wielding the axe with both hands to chop down fiercely.

"Demonslaying Hand!"

Lin Mu's body tensed. His hands suddenly curved into claws as he made a sharp grasping motion. A blue divine light converged on his claws, immediately colliding with the Xing Tian Battle Axe.

SIZZLE!

A grating sound erupted, accompanied by countless flickering sparks. Lin Mu's hands were so tough that even the battle axe could not wound them. The onlookers were all shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Isn't Lin Wudi's physical body a little too strong?"

"Could he be wearing some kind of gloves?"

"I don't know. The man is just too terrifying!"

"..."

As the crowd murmured among themselves, Xing Zirong's expression turned grim. He stared fiercely at Lin Mu and said in a heavy voice, "Lin Wudi, no matter how strong your body is, how many more of my strikes can you take?"

"With this battle axe in hand, I am the one who is truly invincible!"

Xing Zirong's aura surged, and his True Qi turned the color of blood. The terrifying power made him look exceedingly brutal and mighty. A violent killing intent seemed to wash over Lin Mu, threatening to drown him.

"Is that so?" Lin Mu replied with a calm smile. "Once I kill you, you will be nothing."

"Hahaha!" Xing Zirong burst into laughter. "You don't even have a weapon! How can you kill me? With just your bare hands?"

This was also what concerned the onlookers. Without a weapon, Lin Mu was at too great a disadvantage against Xing Zirong.

"Who says I don't have a weapon?" Lin Mu suddenly grinned, his gaze toward Xing Zirong filled with mockery.

"Huh? Where is your weapon?" Xing Zirong was startled, then scoffed, "Your so-called weapon isn't your mouth, is it?"

At this, Xing Zirong laughed wildly once again, and some of the spectators also shook their heads and chuckled. This Lin Wudi really liked to brag.

"In that case, allow me to show you."

Lin Mu's expression returned to one of calm, his eyes becoming as still as an ancient well. His entire being exuded a unique temperament. He raised his right hand high, his palm facing the sky, and made a slight grasping motion.

From his mouth, Lin Mu slowly uttered two words.

"Sword, come!"

Everyone watching this scene was momentarily stunned. What was Lin Wudi doing? Reaching toward the sky and saying 'sword, come'? Is he retrieving a weapon, or is this a skill?

ROAR!

As everyone pondered, a dragon's cry that echoed across thousands of miles suddenly resounded from the heavens. At first, it sounded very distant, but in the next moment, the sound was right beside their ears. All were shocked, looking up at the sky in a daze.

The next moment, every face turned pale, and every body trembled.

High above the horizon, a faint gleam shot toward them from the distance. In the blink of an eye, it broke through the clouds, appearing thousands of miles high in the sky.

That... was a dragon!

Its body was dark green, and it radiated a noble and domineering aura. Even more shocking, the dragon's body emanated a powerful Sword Qi that could induce despair. As the Gigantic Dragon dove, its body began to fade, but the Sword Qi grew increasingly sharp.

Eventually, the dragon vanished. In its place, an ancient, dark green sword appeared in mid-air, emanating an imperious Sword Qi that seemed to dominate the world.

VMMMM! ROAR!

The sword suddenly fell, landing perfectly in an outstretched hand. It emitted the crisp and pleasant hum of a blade and the cry of a dragon.

Lin Mu, sword in hand, erupted with an aura that seemed capable of sundering the heavens and the earth. He spoke lightly, "This sword is named Yulong. It soars through the heavens, tempered by thunderbolts. That is why the Yulong Sword has always resided high above in the Starry Sea, searching for thunderbolts to hone its blade and nurture its Sword Qi."

VMMM! VMMM! VMMM!

As Lin Mu spoke, the Yulong Sword in his hand seemed to respond, letting out sonorous cries as if proclaiming its own existence. A dense wave of Sword Qi radiated out from Lin Mu, spreading in all directions. Every object in its path was neatly sliced, including the very air above the lake.

Fighting with the Yulong Sword filled the very sky with Sword Qi!

"Yulong... Yulong..."

Everyone who witnessed that scene was momentarily struck speechless, murmuring wordlessly.

"Such a Divine Weapon actually exists in the world!"

"Too terrifying!"

"..."

Xing Zirong, holding the Xing Tian Battle Axe, his face as dark as a thundercloud. His turbulent aura wavered unstably.

"So what if you have a Divine Weapon?"

Xing Zirong took a deep breath and channeled all the True Qi in his body into the Xing Tian Battle Axe. His body began to crack open with countless wounds, and the blood that flowed out was absorbed by the axe in his hands. In the end, the Xing Tian Battle Axe turned completely blood-red, filled with a wild, sanguinary aura.

"Xing Tian dances with his axe! Kill!"

Xing Zirong roared, swinging the axe down with both hands. Instantly, a colossal crimson slash appeared between heaven and earth, cleaving down from above directly at Lin Mu. Everyone frantically retreated, for Xing Zirong's strike contained a frenzied killing intent and destructive power. He had completely destroyed the entire Hongfeng Lake.

Lin Mu's gaze remained calm as he watched the huge crimson slash fall from the sky. He slowly raised his hand and sliced horizontally with his sword.

HUM.

A barely audible sound emanated, like the pluck of a zither string or a finger gently tapping the blade. The sound was crisp.

But in the next moment, a bright blade of light shot out from the Yulong Sword, whistling through the air. Everything in its path was obliterated by this single sword strike. The crimson slash was severed mid-air, slowly dissipating.

CRACK!

The Xing Tian Battle Axe in Xing Zirong's hands, swept by the blade of light, was also sliced in two, the cut perfectly smooth.

Unstoppable, the light passed through Xing Zirong's neck and whistled away into the distance.

All that remained between heaven and earth was a clear gash in the air itself, which slowly healed.

It seemed that before this sword, all the gods, buddhas, and immortals in the heavens would have to give way and vanish.