Tycoon War God-Chapter 713: Visit and Challenge!

The next day, Lin Mu and his party arrived in the Capital City.

"Master, is this the Dragon Protection Hall? It looks quite desolate." Leng Feng looked at the dilapidated house in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

"True seclusion is found within the world. What would you know?" Li Linglong chided.

Leng Feng glared, as if trying to pierce Li Linglong with his gaze.

"Let’s pay them a visit," Lin Mu said faintly.

Li Xiaotian was just about to step forward when Leng Feng said with a smirk, "Allow me."

Seeing that Lin Mu had no objection, Li Xiaotian respectfully stepped back.

Leng Feng took a step forward, his aura bursting forth.

He was like an ancient fierce beast unleashing its savagery.

"Audacious!"

"Arrogant!"

"How dare you disturb Elder Zhen Yuanzi’s cultivation! A crime punishable by death!"

Several streams of power immediately rose from within the small courtyard, two of which were not much weaker than Leng Feng’s.

"The Capital City is indeed full of hidden masters," Li Lingqing’s eyes suddenly lit up, her fighting spirit surging.

Li Linglong was also eager for a fight. The disciples taught by the living legend were all battle-hungry.

「At Elder Zhen Yuanzi’s seclusion retreat in the Dragon Protection Hall.」

WHOOSH!

A sword-light blossomed in the void. The empty chamber was filled with a brilliant white light.

Elder Zhen Yuanzi’s Martial Way was approaching the Transformative Realm. When he opened his eyes, sword-light shot out from them.

"Congratulations, Master, on mastering this divine art."

In front of Zhen Yuanzi, a young man stood with his hands at his sides, extremely respectful.

"I have been in seclusion for months. Did I not say I was not to be disturbed? Why have you come today?" Zhen Yuanzi’s voice was calm, yet there was veiled thunder in his words.

Should his thunderous rage erupt, the young man before him would be pulverized.

"Reporting to Master. The Chief Instructor of Shenji Camp, Lin Mu, has assumed the identity of Lin Wudi. During the battle at Changbai Mountain, he defeated Martial Alliance Leader Ye Kuangren and killed Ao Guang of the North Dipper Celestial Pavilion. Furthermore, he slew the Thunder God above the East Sea."

The young man bowed his head even lower.

Zhen Yuanzi said faintly, "I am already aware of these matters. Xiao Xuan once wanted to recruit Lin Mu into the Dragon Protection Hall, but I refused."

Only then did the young man understand the full story, and he hurriedly said, "Master, perhaps for that very reason, Lin Mu is leading four disciples this way. I fear they intend to harm you."

"Oh?" Zhen Yuanzi scoffed. "Does Lin Mu truly believe he is invincible, that no one can handle him? This is an annex of the Dragon Protection Hall. How dare he..."

Just as Zhen Yuanzi was speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted outside.

"Such audacity!" Zhen Yuanzi roared in anger.

The young man was also somewhat astonished. He had assumed that if Lin Mu came to their door, he would observe formalities before resorting to force. The Dragon Protection Hall had stood watch over Huaxia for hundreds of years. Dynasties rose and fell, but the Dragon Protection Hall endured.

Yet now, Lin Mu was storming their gates directly.

This was far too arrogant.

"Qinghua."

Just as the young man thought his master would strike in anger, he heard Zhen Yuanzi say, "Go at once and invite Elder Ma and Elder Xie. Tell them Lin Wudi is here."

Qinghua accepted the order respectfully, but a hint of perplexity flashed through his eyes. It seems Master lacks confidence.

「Outside the small courtyard.」

A dozen or so figures leaped over the wall, blocking Leng Feng’s path.

Leng Feng waved his hand dismissively. "You are no match for me. Stand aside!"

"Arrogant! Do you know what this place is? You’re courting death by shouting here!"

A red-haired young man drew his sword and slashed directly at Leng Feng’s neck.

Killing at the slightest disagreement. Such was the overbearing nature of the Dragon Protection Hall.

Leng Feng gave a disdainful smile and casually pointed a finger.

CLANG!

The sword in the red-haired young man’s hand broke in two.

At this, the group finally realized their adversary was no simple character.

"You have some skill. Let me test you."

A young man wielding a saber vibrated its blade and stepped forward. This person was one of the two whose auras had matched Leng Feng’s earlier.

"Senior Brother Mu Chen, kill him for me!" the red-haired young man shouted, enraged by his humiliation.

"Slash!"

Mu Chen’s saber split from one to two, two to four, and four to eight.

The images layered one upon another, endless and boundless. What was more terrifying was that his blade-lights were not illusions; they were real blades. Incredibly, this man was using his qi to control innumerable blades simultaneously.

One slash became ten thousand.

Ten thousand slashes became one.

A single slash was unleashed, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

Within the narrow alley, fierce winds howled and the air itself seemed to crackle.

Reaching the Divine! The Dragon Protection Hall truly deserved its reputation as Huaxia’s foremost organization; even an elder’s disciple had reached this realm!

"Well done!" Leng Feng bellowed. "First of the Twelve Forms of Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals!"

"Godslayer Finger!"

A terrifying power manifested from Leng Feng’s finger, instantly overwhelming the light of the saber. The clouds parted, buildings trembled, and a colossal finger construct descended from the heavens.

Lin Mu smiled faintly.

Li Linglong said angrily, "That detestable Leng Feng! That’s clearly my cultivation technique."

Li Xiaotian and Li Lingqing also saw that Leng Feng was intentionally imitating Lin Mu’s combat style. The effect was astonishing.

With a single strike, Mu Chen’s saber attack was shattered.

CRACK!

Countless blades spun out of Mu Chen’s control, sent flying by the Godslayer Finger.

The blade formation was broken.

But it wasn’t over.

The colossal Godslayer Finger continued to press down.

Mu Chen slammed to his knees, the concrete beneath them shattering into dust.

"Senior Brother Mu Chen!"

"Junior Brother Mu!"

Everyone exclaimed in shock. They had never imagined that Mu Chen would be defeated in a single move.

"The Godslayer Finger! That’s Lin Wudi’s signature technique!" someone recognized the martial technique Leng Feng had used.

"Lin Wudi is here? Who is Lin Wudi?"

"Why is Lin Wudi attacking us?"

"We’re a national power too."

"Is that old man supposed to be Lin Wudi? Wasn’t it said that Lin Wudi is a young man?"

Some were shocked, others confused.

Having cultivated his spirit and returned to a state of primal simplicity, Lin Mu was completely unrecognizable.

Realizing his opponent was the disciple of Lin Wudi, the red-haired young man no longer felt humiliated. There was no shame in being defeated by the disciple of a living legend.

"Haha..."

Kneeling on the ground, Mu Chen suddenly burst into laughter.

Everyone was bewildered, thinking he had gone mad from being defeated in a single blow.

Mu Chen said proudly, "I survived a single blow from the Godslayer Finger, the signature technique of a living legend! Of course I’m going to laugh!"

Damn it. He’s got a point.

The other disciples looked as if they wanted to try, their gazes burning as they stared at Leng Feng. Mu Chen was right; this was a golden opportunity to make a name for oneself. To withstand a blow from the Godslayer Finger and survive.

What glory, what honor.

Leng Feng’s fighting spirit began to waver. He felt as if he were surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves.

"Worthless trash!"

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and Zhen Yuanzi walked out. He strode forward and kicked Mu Chen, sending him flying.

"A noble Deity-like Strong Individual, and you kneel before another. You feel no shame, only pride. I, Zhen Yuanzi, have no disciple like you!" Zhen Yuanzi’s gaze was icy.

Mu Chen looked at his master, aghast.

"Are you Lin Wudi?" Zhen Yuanzi ignored him, his gaze piercing Lin Mu instead.

After just one look, Zhen Yuanzi’s brow furrowed.

He doesn’t look the part!

How could this perfectly ordinary-looking young man possess the air of a living legend? If Leng Feng hadn’t defeated Mu Chen in a single move, he would have dismissed them as impostors.

"Your aura is very strange," Zhen Yuanzi said.

Lin Mu ignored him, saying only, "Leng Feng, he’s all yours."

"Arrogant!" Zhen Yuanzi was furious. "Lin Wudi, how dare you humiliate me! Today, one of us will die!"