Tycoon War God Chapter 750: Qi Cultivation Twelve, Exiled Immortal of the E

"Impudent! To use such power so recklessly even in a Prohibited Land, you are truly courting death!" the Changqing Immortal sneered coldly. He gave up on attacking Shi Potian and retreated as a green light appeared above his head.

Upon closer inspection, it was a small, tree-shaped Magic Artifact. It emitted a faint green light, forming a protective shield that enveloped the Changqing Immortal.

"Lin Wudi, be careful! This is the Defense Artifact of the Gate of Eternal Life; it can absorb the power of attacks. Unless it’s broken in one strike, it will grow stronger the more it is attacked!" Shangguan Shiming was determined to see the Changqing Immortal dead, even exposing the secrets of the Gate of Eternal Life to do so.

"You wretched wench, you’re looking for death!" the Changqing Immortal burst with rage before speaking with arrogance. "So what if you tell him? The Tree of Everlife is my Sect’s ultimate treasure. How could a re Cultivator from the secular world possibly break it—"

The Changqing Immortal was cut off mid-sentence as Lin Mu’s Deicide Fist had already arrived.

BOOM!

The Deicide Fist, domineering and peerless, tore through the sky. It was a fist mark composed of countless streams of Internal Energy, each groove containing unparalleled destructive power.

With a single punch, the protective shield shattered!

The Emperor’s Fist was no trivial matter!

As the shield collapsed and the green light disintegrated, even the body of the Tree of Everlife itself developed fine cracks. Its roots snapped, and its leaves withered and yellowed. In the next mont, the Magic Artifact, the Tree of Everlife, disintegrated before the Changqing Immortal’s horrified eyes.

THUMP!

The might of the Deicide Fist, still unabated, slamd into the Changqing Immortal’s body. It sent him flying back dozens of ters until he finally collided with the black light barrier, barely stopping his montum.

"Impossible! Even a Qi Cultivation Genius at the Eleventh Level of Qi Cultivation couldn’t possibly be this formidable!"

With a ripping sound, the Daoist Robe on the Changqing Immortal tore apart, revealing his chest, where a clear, black fist mark was branded onto his skin. A Foundation Building Immortal who could unleash their full strength without the world’s suppression was truly terrifying. To think, this punch hadn’t even killed him.

"Repelling an Immortal with one punch... has Lin Wudi really beco that strong?"

Within the Divine Temple’s barrier, the seven Emperors of the Dark Church watched with apprehension. This wasn’t a crippled Foundation Building Immortal like Ao Guang, who was suppressed by the world and could barely use a fraction of his true strength. This was a true Foundation Building Immortal, capable of unleashing his full power, who had just been sent flying by a single punch from Lin Mu.

"Lin Wudi must die!"

The seven Emperors exchanged a glance, their killing intent now more resolute than ever. If Lin Wudi was already this powerful in the Qi Refinent Realm, would they even have a chance to survive if he advanced further and reached Foundation Establishnt? How could the mighty Dark Church live at the rcy of another?

At the sa ti, Monk Ruowang from the Prison of Divine Might watched with a cold, murderous glint in his eyes. Lin Mu was too strong. So strong he could suppress the world all by himself. If Lin Mu didn’t die, both the Prison of Divine Might and the Sea of Divine Grace would be crushed.

"Keen!" Monk Ruowang called out, looking toward Keen of the Sea of Divine Grace.

Before they entered this small world, Keen had warned them not to make an enemy of Lin Wudi unless it was absolutely necessary. But now, Lin Wudi’s power had beco a threat to everyone. He had to die.

Keen stepped forward. "Lin Wudi, could you please explain why a cultivator from my Sea of Divine Grace died at your hands?"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Lin Mu stood before Shi Potian and said nonchalantly, "If you’re not dead, stand up."

"I’m not dead!" Shi Potian scrambled to his feet, his expression ferocious.

Lin Mu nodded and turned his cold gaze toward the Changqing Immortal. In the next mont, to everyone’s astonishnt, he completely ignored Keen’s question. As if oblivious to the potential crisis of being surrounded, he attacked the Changqing Immortal once more.

BOOM!

Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals—Twelfth Style!

Deicide Palm!

A colossal palm print materialized from the void, eclipsing the sky. Like the hand of Buddha, it seed capable of suppressing everything in existence. Underneath it, the very atmosphere shifted, and even the black barrier of the Divine Temple began to tremble violently, as if it could be shattered at any mont.

"Qi Cultivation Twelfth Level! You’re an exiled immortal of the extre realm!" For the first ti, a look of pure horror crossed the Changqing Immortal’s face. He had finally realized Lin Mu’s true realm.

How could this be possible? How could the secular world produce an exiled immortal of the extre realm at the Twelfth Level of Qi Cultivation?

Whether he believed it or not, Lin Mu’s palm print was upon him.

Beneath the imnse palm, the very air within the Divine Temple’s barrier seed to have been sucked away. The ground emitted a dreadful, creaking groan. It shattered and burst apart. The very sa ground that had remained uncracked despite the Changqing Immortal’s multiple attacks was now being crushed under Lin Mu’s palm!

"Such a terrifying palm technique... Is this the true strength of Lin Wudi?"

「Outside the Divine Temple’s barrier,」

The Huaxia Martial Artists stood agape, their eyes filled with terror as they watched the giant palm descend from the sky. If that palm had been aid at them, they would have been utterly annihilated.

"During the battle at Heavenly Lake, wasn’t this the sa palm Lin Wudi used to obliterate the Martial Alliance Elder?"

"He’s too powerful! He’s crushing an Immortal with a single palm!"

The Changqing Immortal finally felt the dreadful pressure from an exiled immortal of the extre realm.

"Break!" he roared in fury. No longer caring about the consumption of his True Qi, he threw a punch toward the sky. A phantom of a giant tree materialized behind him. Its roots bored deep into the plaza’s ground, while its canopy surged upward to et the Deicide Palm.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

As the phantom tree’s roots dug into the ground, black energy from the barrier surged up through them, rushing to collide with the imprint of the Deicide Palm. This was a Foundation Building Immortal going all out, even capable of borrowing power from the temple’s barrier.

The seven Emperors and the mbers of the Prison of Divine Might and Sea of Divine Grace all revealed expressions of utter shock.

"A re glimr of light dares to contend with the bright moon!" Lin Mu shouted coldly. He flipped his hand, and the giant palm pressed down.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

The colossal black tree clashed with the Deicide Palm.

"So what if you’re an exiled immortal of the extre realm? You dare to fight the Divine Temple’s barrier? You’ll still die!" the Changqing Immortal shrieked, his face twisted with hysterical ferocity.

CRACK!

Before his words could fade, a trendous shattering sound, like muffled thunder, echoed in everyone’s ears.

The next instant, vast energy ran rampant and black streams of air flew wildly! The Giant Tree Supporting the Sky, the culmination of the Changqing Immortal’s lifeti of cultivation, was utterly disintegrated by that single palm!

One strike! He had defeated a Foundation Building Immortal!

BOOM!

The palm imprint annihilated the phantom tree and slamd squarely into the Changqing Immortal. His body was almost smashed flat into the ground. His skin cracked and split apart as blood flowed freely. His head took a direct hit from the palm, and his skull was shattered to pieces.

"Are you still not going to make a move? Do you want to wait for Lin Wudi to pick you off one by one?" the Changqing Immortal cried out, now in a wretched state. He realized that, alone, he was no match for Lin Wudi.

Terrifying! This man’s strength is too fearso. Even though I’m trapped in this Prohibited Land with only thirty percent of my power, I should still be able to crush an exiled immortal of the extre realm! Yet, he managed to injure with one strike! This man must die!

The Changqing Immortal realized that Shangguan Shiming’s previous words might turn out to be a prophecy. He might have just made a formidable enemy for the Gate of Eternal Life.

Monk Ruowang of the Prison of Divine Might looked at Keen of the Sea of Divine Grace, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.

"Lin Wudi, you killed a cultivator of the Sea of Divine Grace without cause. If you refuse to provide an explanation, I will have to take action myself to seek justice." Keen stepped forward, and a brilliant white light surged from his body. For a mont, the entire area before the Divine Temple was bathed in its glow. Under the white light, the wounds on the Changqing Immortal’s body began to heal with visible speed. The Healing Power of the Sea of Divine Grace was unparalleled in the world.

"Noisy!" Annoyance crossed Lin Mu’s face as he nonchalantly struck out with his palm.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

The world shook and air currents blasted outwards. A wave of mighty Internal Energy shot out like a volley of sharp swords, flying directly toward everyone from the Sea of Divine Grace.