Tycoon War God-Chapter 707: The Trio Alliance!

The Great Thousand Worlds are truly full of wonders.

Even though Lin Mu had once been Emperor Zun, he could not possibly be all-knowing and all-powerful.

This was the first time he had ever seen a Zhenyuan Talisman, one specifically designed to be used against Martial Artists.

Sensing the talisman’s mystique, Lin Mu ceased his attack, standing quietly within the cage it had formed. While Lin Mu was comprehending the Zhenyuan Talisman, the young man thought he had already been trapped by it.

"I thought that by killing Han Xiu, you might offer me a surprise. I didn’t expect you to be a mere mortal martial artist after all," the youth sneered. "How boring. In that case, just die."

With a wave of his hand, a Sword Talisman transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward Lin Mu within the Zhenyuan Talisman’s Great Array.

"So that’s how it is," Lin Mu mused. "Crude, but not without some merit."

In the time it took to speak that single sentence, Lin Mu had already deciphered the mysteries of the Zhenyuan Talisman.

"Block!"

Lin Mu flicked his fingers in rapid succession, tapping against the talismans that formed the Great Array.

CLANG!

A clear chime rang out.

The Sword Talisman the youth had launched was unexpectedly blocked by the Zhenyuan Talisman’s Great Array, returning to him having accomplished nothing. The Sword Talisman buzzed and hummed as it flew back to the youth’s side like a petulant child that had been wronged.

"Impossible! How could my clan’s Zhenyuan Talisman Array block my own Sword Talisman?" the youth exclaimed, a look of genuine surprise appearing on his haughty face for the first time.

Ye Kuangren and the Thunder God also wore puzzled expressions. Both were powerful experts of the Martial Way and had been intimidated by the Zhenyuan Talisman on more than one occasion. Yet now, Lin Mu was somehow able to alter its very rules. This was simply inconceivable.

"A trivial art of talismans, nothing more," Lin Mu remarked.

With a point of his finger, the Zhenyuan Talisman flashed with light. It abruptly detached from the space around Lin Mu and shot toward the youth, enveloping him instead. As control of the talismans was wrested from him, the young man’s face turned pale.

"Audacious!" he roared, a white light flaring at his waist. A legion of Sword Talismans swarmed out like a hive of hornets. The deafening buzz of the blades filled the air. Heaven and earth themselves seemed to wail and howl. The Sword Qi was like a rainbow, the light from the blades was like blood, shearing through the sky.

Ye Kuangren’s expression changed slightly. A God-Communicating Martial Artist possesses formidable offensive power, and in single combat, their strength is not inferior to that of a Cultivator. But Cultivators can use talismans, allowing one to fight a hundred. It’s no wonder they look down on Martial Artists. I could break these Sword Talismans from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, but not easily.

The Thunder God’s gaze flickered, lightning roiling in his eyes as he silently contemplated his options.

Dozens of Sword Talismans coalesced into a dazzling dragon and collided with the Zhenyuan Talisman. The impact was completely silent. There was no sound of a crash. The swarm of Sword Talismans seemed to have been swallowed whole by the array.

This Lin Wudi... there’s something strange about him. The youth’s elegant figure drifted back. For the first time since his appearance, he retreated. The inconceivable scene sent a tremor through his spirit.

He watched as the Zhenyuan Talisman turned against him, its counterattack about to descend upon his own body. The youth didn’t dare to take the risk. He bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood.

"Saber!"

The blood, rich with Spiritual Energy, gathered in the air, forming a complex and ancient character.

ZING!

The sharp ring of a blade echoed as a ray of golden light shot from the youth’s waist. It was a small golden dagger. The moment the dagger appeared, space itself trembled, and the area around it seemed to visibly collapse. The blade was jet-black, seemingly wreathed in countless resentful spirits. The dagger’s aura was bone-chilling, as if it could sunder heaven and earth.

"Break!"

The youth formed a spell with his hands. The golden dagger vibrated, striking the Zhenyuan Talisman Array with the Power of Death. A Martial Artist’s strike shatters the earth. An Immortal’s blade is silent and traceless. Its power was perfectly contained, with not the slightest bit leaking out. In terms of power control, Cultivators were far superior to Martial Artists.

The golden dagger collided with the talisman array. The first talisman dimmed and decayed into darkness. The second talisman trembled and shattered into dust. The third talisman disintegrated. Before the golden dagger, a true Magic Artifact, the talismans were utterly helpless.

"Zeus’s Divine Might!"

Just then, the Thunder God, who had been observing the battle in silence, suddenly bellowed. The Rod of Zeus radiated a brilliant white light, becoming a towering jade pillar that spanned the heavens. Atop the massive column of white Thunderbolt, the faint images of gods from Western European mythology appeared. Some deities played the harp, some sang with booming voices, and angels danced gracefully. Those who heard it grew dizzy, and those who saw it were utterly mesmerized. Even the soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp, miles away, showed dazed expressions upon seeing the spectacle atop the pillar of light. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

BOOM!

The pillar of white Thunderbolt, carrying a supreme divine might, smashed down toward Lin Mu. The Western European Thor, who styled himself a god, took advantage of the situation to launch a despicable sneak attack. He thought that Lin Mu, tied up with the Cultivator from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, would be too preoccupied to defend himself. He believed the might of his Divine Artifact was enough to kill Lin Wudi.

"Shameless!" Ye Kuangren cursed loudly. Yet, he simultaneously launched a devastating punch, powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers, aimed right at Lin Mu’s head.

Before the youth from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion had appeared, Ye Kuangren, full of pride in his status, would have disdained joining forces with anyone. But seeing Lin Mu single-handedly break the Zhenyuan Talisman and neutralize the Sword Talismans with a mere flick of his finger made Ye Kuangren realize that Lin Wudi was an even more terrifying existence than the youth. This man had to die. Even if it meant teaming up, he had to be killed.

"Hahaha..." Lin Mu laughed heartily. "First of the Twelve Styles of Slaying Gods, Demons, and Immortals! Godslayer Finger!"

Lin Mu pointed a single finger, striking the divine pillar of Thunderbolt formed by the Rod of Zeus.

CRACK!

In that instant, the pillar of light, a representation of supreme divine might, emitted a sharp cracking sound as fissures spread across its surface. A moment later, it exploded.

But it wasn’t over. After shattering the Thunderbolt column, the Godslayer Finger continued onward with terrifying power, striking the Rod of Zeus itself.

"A mere half-finished Magic Artifact. Shatter for me!"

With Lin Mu’s sharp cry, the Rod of Zeus disintegrated before the Thunder God’s utterly horrified eyes.

RUMBLE!

The destruction of the Divine Artifact created a terrifying shockwave that sent the Thunder God, who was closest, flying. His body was torn apart. Bright red blood had only just begun to flow before it was instantly vaporized by the searing Thunderbolt.

"You call yourself a god, yet you still bleed red blood. How laughable," Lin Mu said coldly. "Thunder Mountain, kill him."

With a final glance, he paid the Thunder God no more mind, turning to throw a punch that met Ye Kuangren’s attack head-on. It was like a storm tearing through dead wood. Only now, facing Lin Mu directly, did Ye Kuangren finally comprehend just how powerful Lin Wudi truly was.

Bones broke and his arm shattered. With just one strike, Ye Kuangren—the Martial Alliance Leader who had emerged from his seclusion to avenge his junior brother—was left with a severed arm. The power of the Deicide Fist, holding no flair or flourish, struck him squarely in the chest. Ye Kuangren’s Protective Body Technique, which he had refined for nearly a century, was shattered in an instant. His chest caved in, and half his body was nearly pulverized by that single punch.

"Whatever your reasons, you did not kill the men of the Divine Machine Camp earlier. For that, I will spare your life today. Do not squander it."

Having landed the blow, Lin Mu did not press the attack. Instead, he turned and rushed toward the man from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion.

Ye Kuangren’s face flushed crimson with humiliation, so much so that he nearly took his own life. He had been so arrogant, so self-important, viewing Lin Wudi as nothing. But when they truly fought, he was defeated by a single, casual blow. His grand ambitions of dominance turned to dust, his peerless Martial Way all for naught.

"Hahaha... So it turns out I was the pathetic, laughable one all along!" Ye Kuangren laughed madly as he stumbled back and vanished without a trace.

"A nice little toy. Let me play with it," Lin Mu said, extending his hand.

The golden dagger, which moments ago had been peerless in its power, shattering the talismans, now landed gently in his hand.

The expression on the youth from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion changed drastically. He finally realized the man before him was no ordinary mortal warrior. Ye Kuangren, at the peak of the mortal Martial Way, and the Thunder God, wielding a Divine Artifact, were not his match for even a single exchange. Talismans, the flying dagger—they were like playthings in this man’s hands.

If this man doesn’t die today, then I’m in grave danger.

"Lin Wudi, for forcing my hand to this extent, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!" the youth roared. The rings of light around his body shattered inch by inch as another layer of his seal was broken.