Tycoon War God-Chapter 696: Had enough fun? Now go die!

What is arrogance?

This is arrogance!

In front of King Han Xiu himself, he brazenly declared his intent to annihilate the Han Family!

"Who on earth is this man? How can he be so powerful? Even King Han Xiu is injured!" someone exclaimed, their expression grim as they sensed this matter was far from simple.

"Didn’t you hear? He’s Lin Wudi, the legendary figure of the current Martial Arts World!"

"Lin Wudi? No wonder. The man is a peerless prodigy, domineering and tyrannical, daring to challenge even the King of Men!"

The Patriarch of the Han Family’s face turned ashen, his eyes glinting with a chilling, murderous light.

"Lin Wudi, you are truly courting death!" the Patriarch seethed. "The world may call you invincible, but no matter what, you will die here today!"

"Patriarch..." The Butler, standing at his side, hesitated, his voice trembling slightly.

"Speak!"

The Butler said in a low tone, "A message just arrived from the Qin Family. They said..."

"Said what!" the Patriarch snapped, his patience worn thin. Anyone in his position would be in a foul mood.

"The Qin Family has been wiped out. And... Young Master Han Xian’s body was thrown outside our main gate!" the Butler’s voice quaked, as if he feared the Patriarch’s imminent explosion of rage.

As expected, upon hearing the Butler’s words, the Patriarch of the Han Family roared, "That brat is courting death!"

He was furious. Han Xian was his son! Under the personal guidance of Han Xiu, Han Xian had successfully broken through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm just a few days ago. He had barely come out of seclusion before being sent to the Qin Family to escort Qin Luoli and display the Han Family’s might.

But he had been killed, and his corpse had been unceremoniously dumped at their gate. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

This was a blatant, outrageous slap to the Han Family’s face!

"Lin Wudi!" The Patriarch of the Han Family clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. He snarled, "After King Han Xiu kills you, I will make every last one of your friends and family join my son in death!"

「...」

Han Xiu gazed at the blood staining his fist, his brow furrowed in slight surprise.

This Lin Wudi isn’t weak. But that’s as far as he goes.

A cold smirk crept across his lips. Han Xiu looked at Lin Mu and said, "Interesting. To think a mere ant like you could injure me."

"However, this is where it ends."

As soon as he spoke, Han Xiu’s aura surged again, rocketing to the level of the Divine Communion Realm.

"Lin Wudi, take this!"

With a thunderous roar, Han Xiu suddenly chopped toward Lin Mu with his palm. The strike was as fast as a lightning bolt and as swift as a tornado!

Gale Palm!

Before the palm wind even reached Lin Mu, it tore through the air, creating a sharp, whistling shriek.

"What a terrifying palm strike! Can Lin Wudi possibly block it?"

"Surely not. After all, he’s facing King Han Xiu!"

Amid the crowd’s tense excitement, Han Xiu appeared before Lin Mu, his palm descending as if to slice him in two.

"Scram!"

Yet, in the face of Han Xiu’s attack, Lin Mu merely uttered a single, indifferent word.

BOOM!

The next moment, a terrifyingly tyrannical surge of energy erupted from Lin Mu, sweeping outward like a gale and forcing Han Xiu back two steps.

The palm strike dissipated before it could land!

HISS!

Everyone gasped, their faces etched with shock.

He neutralized Han Xiu’s palm strike with just his aura? This Lin Wudi is far too strong!

Han Xiu’s expression darkened, turning grim. He had never imagined that Lin Wudi’s strength would so greatly exceed his own expectations.

"Good. Good. Good!" Han Xiu repeated, the murderous intent in his eyes no longer concealable. "Lin Wudi, you’ve successfully enraged me. I’ll make you understand the consequences of offending me!"

As his words fell, a scarlet True Qi flared to life around his body. Wreathed in this energy, Han Xiu resembled a god of slaughter, exuding an air of absolute supremacy that looked down on the world.

"Kill!"

The word was a command, followed instantly by a hurtling fist!

"King’s Creation Fist!"

This punch was a definitive killing blow, powerful enough to instantly slay any Martial Arts Grandmaster!

"You want to trade fists with me?" Lin Mu’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he took a step forward, his own aura erupting.

"Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals, Twelve Forms: Second Form!"

"Deicide Fist!"

An indescribable, terrifying power burst from Lin Mu’s hand, blindingly brilliant. He threw the punch.

Above his fist, two characters in ancient seal script faintly shimmered into view: Godslaying.

BAM!

The two fists collided. A power that could make the world tremble exploded from the point of impact, forcing many onlookers to scramble backward. Even so, several people stumbled and fell, their faces pale with terror.

When they looked up again, they witnessed another shocking scene.

King Han Xiu was sent flying backward, crashing through and demolishing one of the Han family’s buildings.

"Hmph!" Han Xiu grunted coldly. With a shake of his body, the rubble and countless roof tiles around him shattered into dust.

"What fist technique was that?" he demanded, staring intensely at Lin Mu. A flicker of desire appeared in his eyes.

Such a terrifying punch must come from a supreme fist art. If I could obtain it...

"Want to learn it?" Lin Mu’s mouth curved into a sneer. "A pity. Your aptitude is too poor to learn my technique."

"Insolent!" Han Xiu roared in fury. He, Han Xiu, had been chosen by the Sect and taken under the wing of a great master to learn Divine Skills. In just over a decade, he had shattered the Grandmaster bottleneck and entered the Divine Communion Realm. He could easily obliterate an ordinary expert of the same realm.

And now, some mortal ant dared to claim his aptitude was poor?

How utterly preposterous!

Lin Mu just shook his head slightly.

"Playtime’s over. You can die now."

The smile on Han Xiu’s lips widened. The crimson True Qi swirled violently, condensing into a blinding ball of light in his palm that pulsed with the color of fresh blood.

"Blood Killing Palm!" Han Xiu bellowed. As his palm shot up, the ball of light transformed, taking the shape of a massive blade of blood.

"Slash!"

At the sight of the colossal blood blade, terror filled everyone’s eyes.

Even Shangguan Shiming’s expression changed. That’s the Sect’s forbidden technique, the Blood Killing Palm! How did Han Xiu learn it?

Her expression was grave. The Blood Killing Palm was a Sect Forbidden Technique. Han Xiu must have learned it in secret, a grave taboo within the Sect.

"Too weak," Lin Mu said, shaking his head and simply pointing a finger.

Seeing this, Shangguan Shiming first stared in confusion, then became deeply alarmed. How can he be so careless? The Blood Killing Palm was considered forbidden not only because its cultivation was a bloody process that violated the laws of nature, but because once unleashed, it could refine a person’s entire lifeblood—an act of supreme cruelty.

Han Xiu let out a cold laugh, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Legend of the Martial Way? Invincible in all the world? Is that all you’ve got?"

But what happened next nearly made him scream.

The massive blade of blood fell, only to stop dead in midair.

And what stopped it... was a single finger.

"Break."

Lin Mu tapped the blood blade. With a deafening crack, it shattered into pieces.

Han Xiu reeled from the backlash, stumbling back several more steps.

"The Blood Killing Palm... was actually broken?" Shangguan Shiming gasped, her beautiful face a mask of utter disbelief.

Rumor in the sect had it that the Blood Killing Palm was an unstoppable technique. Even against an opponent a full realm higher, once the blood blade was unleashed, it was invincible!

"If these are the only tricks you have, then your title, the King of Men, is truly undeserved," Lin Mu stated coldly. "I’m done playing. Now, die."

As his voice faded, Lin Mu raised both hands.

In an instant, the very wind and clouds began to churn.