Tycoon War God-Chapter 748: The Seven Emperors!

Almost as soon as Changqing Immortal finished speaking, Lin Mu’s figure flickered and entered the Divine Temple.

"Impossible! How could he possibly enter the Divine Temple?!" Changqing Immortal’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Could it be that the temple’s restrictions have disappeared?"

Ignoring Shangguan Shiming, Changqing Immortal transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the temple’s grand entrance.

BANG!

He was thrown back just as fast as he charged in.

The black light screen violently ejected him. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his lips, his spirit instantly sapped and his face turning a deathly pale. Clearly, his injuries were severe.

He hastily retrieved some Healing Pills from Shangguan Shiming’s Space Ring and swallowed them.

"Why? Why can he go in! Why can’t I!" The flames of jealousy burned within Changqing Immortal, his face twisting in a grotesque mask.

He had been trapped in this place for decades, his life force nearly exhausted. Every single day he had tested the barrier, yet he had never once succeeded.

Now, a commoner from the secular world who had just arrived had entered with ease.

How utterly unfair!

"Could it be that only those below the Foundation Establishment realm can enter? You, Shangguan girl, go and try!" Changqing Immortal pointed a finger at Shangguan Shiming.

A chill ran down Shangguan Shiming’s spine, but she had no choice but to brace herself and move forward. She didn’t dare to charge headlong like Changqing Immortal. Instead, just as she had done before, she threw a punch.

A torrent of black energy surged toward her.

BOOM!

Shangguan Shiming was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air. Her arm, which Lin Mu had only just reattached and had barely begun to heal, burst apart once more. If not for her quick thinking in severing the limb herself, the force would have likely reduced her entire body to dust.

Terrifying. That’s equivalent to an attack from a Genius Level, Eleventh-Level Qi Cultivation expert. she thought, horrified. Lin Wudi... how did he get in?

Having learned her lesson the hard way, Shangguan Shiming now truly understood the horror of the Divine Temple’s restrictions. The same question that plagued Changqing Immortal now ignited in her own mind.

"The restrictions are still there? Then why could that secular whelp get in?" Changqing Immortal clutched his head, on the verge of madness.

"Shangguan girl, tell me everything you know about this boy from the secular world! Now!" Changqing Immortal grabbed Shangguan Shiming once more.

Already severely wounded, her insides were injured anew from his rough handling. Shangguan Shiming wished she could simply die on the spot.

This undying old geezer, Changqing, is too cruel.

「...」

"He actually managed to slay a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the secular world, killing Ao Guang of the North Dipper Celestial Pavilion?"

"Hmm, that’s not so surprising. With an Eleventh-Level Qi Cultivation and a Genius Level cultivation, overcoming the Foundation Establishment realm wouldn’t be too difficult for him."

"But what secret does this kid possess that would make the Divine Temple accept him?"

After hearing about the battle at Changbai Mountain’s Heavenly Lake, Changqing Immortal paid no mind to the Huaxia Martial Artists. He only asked twice about the death of Ao Guang, a fellow Foundation Building Immortal. In his view, Ao Guang wasn’t so much killed by Lin Mu as he was crushed by the suppression of the world itself. The pressure on a Foundation Building Immortal in the secular world was simply too immense.

"Hmm? More people are coming."

Changqing Immortal’s expression shifted slightly as he released Shangguan Shiming. She collapsed to the ground, overcome with unbearable pain. She felt she was the victim of a cruel fate, her luck having hit rock bottom.

A dozen or so figures appeared not far from the Divine Temple’s protective barrier.

One group of five consisted of cultivators from the Sea of Divine Grace, led by a man named Keen. He glanced at the three corpses of his fellow cultivators on the temple plaza, his brow furrowing slightly.

Another group of seven was clad in gold-threaded black robes, each with a large white cross embroidered on the back. They were completely shrouded in their robes, their faces hidden from view.

"Keen, your men were killed. Aren’t you going to take a look?" the leading black-robed man asked in a hoarse voice, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Ruo Wang, the affairs of the Sea of Divine Grace do not require the Prison of Divine Might’s intervention," Keen replied, his gaze flat, his composure already restored.

The black-robed men were cultivators from the Prison of Divine Might. Their leader, Ruo Wang, held a revered position and was specially tasked with hunting down the Dark Species.

The last group consisted of Huaxia Martial Artists. Compared to the pristine teams from the Sea of Divine Grace and the Prison of Divine Might, they were in much worse shape. Every single one of them was injured.

Their leader, a man carrying a golden saber, glanced at the temple plaza and spoke. "Is that Shi Potian up ahead?"

Shi Potian shot the man a glare but said nothing.

The man with the golden saber clasped his fist in his palm. "I am Gold-Blade Feng Yue. I have long admired the great name of Lin Wudi. Might I have the honor of meeting him?"

"Your surname is Feng? What is your relationship to the one-armed, bald man killed by Elder Brother Mu?" Shi Potian’s killing intent flared, a dangerous light entering his eyes.

Feng Yue gave a bitter smile. "If I were to say that I don’t know that other Feng at all, that it’s just a coincidence that we share a surname and both use blades, would you believe me, Brother Shi?"

The few Martial Artists beside Feng Yue chuckled. He was truly an innocent victim in this, often teased by his companions about the unfortunate coincidence.

Shi Potian was about to say more, but Morphy jabbed him in the side. She then waved a hand. "See that line up ahead?"

Feng Yue and his men looked, and indeed, they saw a white line drawn on the ground.

"Cross that line and die!" Morphy declared, her voice filled with domineering arrogance.

The cheeks of Feng Yue and his companions twitched. They recognized the Dark Queen Morphy. She had only just entered the King Realm, which was merely the Early Spirit Communication Stage, yet she was acting so presumptuously. Wary of Lin Wudi, however, the men kept silent.

On the other side, Keen of the Sea of Divine Grace spoke up. "Lady Morphy, were the three cultivators from my Sea of Divine Grace killed simply for crossing that line?"

Just as Morphy was about to continue her bluff, Shi Potian grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her back.

"You big oaf, you dare grab me by the neck? Believe it or not, I’ll kill you!" Morphy flushed with shame and anger. She was already short, and being manhandled by Shi Potian like that completely shattered the domineering aura she had just managed to build.

"Don’t cause trouble for Elder Brother Mu," Shi Potian rumbled.

"Hmph. Some ’First War General’ you are. Timid as a mouse," Morphy scoffed disdainfully.

"I would die for Elder Brother Mu without regret, but that is no reason for you to proactively cause trouble for him," Shi Potian said, his tone more serious than ever before.

Morphy just snorted and fell silent. This big guy isn’t as dumb as he looks, she mused.

"Are you enemies of Lin Wudi?" Changqing Immortal suddenly interjected.

All three parties remained silent.

Changqing Immortal pointed at the Divine Temple. "Lin Wudi has already entered to seize his opportunity. If you want a piece of the fortune, time is of the essence."

A few of the Huaxia Martial Artists looked eager to try.

However, neither the group from the Sea of Divine Grace nor the one from the Prison of Divine Might made a move. They weren’t fools. They could easily see Changqing Immortal’s attempt to sow discord among them. To make an enemy of the world’s living myth was a decision one had to weigh very carefully.

A smile suddenly played on Changqing Immortal’s lips. "This place is sealed by the Divine Temple’s restrictions. One can enter but cannot leave. Furthermore, you cannot replenish your Spiritual Energy here. This is the perfect chance to kill Lin Wudi. Miss this day, and you will never have such an opportunity again."

At these words, the expressions of those from the Prison of Divine Might and the Sea of Divine Grace began to change.

The living myth, the number one person in the world, was like a Sword of Damocles hanging over all their heads. As long as Lin Wudi lived, they would never have their day in the sun. They could only lurk in the shadows.

Even so, no one made a rash move.

"Heh, let me see if that’s true!"

Just then, a black shadow streaked in from the distance, landing right in the temple plaza.

BOOM!

The figure threw a punch, and energy exploded in all directions. A moment later, the person opened his eyes, which were filled with utter disbelief.

"He’s telling the truth!"

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Six more figures descended into the Divine Temple plaza without a moment’s hesitation.

"The Seven Great Emperors of the Dark Church... You’ve all awakened?" Keen of the Sea of Divine Grace recognized the seven newcomers, his composure finally breaking.