Tycoon War God

Smack!

A loud crack of the whip struck a Peak of Integration, leaving him bloodied and bruised.

"Still daring to slack off? Do you believe I won't whip you to death?"

A young man from the Nanyuan King's Guard cursed and swaggered, his demeanor overwhelmingly arrogant.

"Go ahead, kill me! I won't go in there! Going in is certain death, better to be whipped to death now!"

The whipped Peak of Integration was a reckless man.

He clutched his head and shouted, paying no mind to the lashes on his body.

"Oh, another hard-headed one?"

The young guard sneered coldly and raised his whip once more.

Smack!

This strike made the man howl, nearly snapping his spine.

"Impossible! The Forbidden Desert disables Magic Artifacts. How can you hurt me..."

The man looked up, incredulous.

Smack!

Another whip cracked down, solidly landing on his face, collapsing half of it.

"Ahhh..."

The man clutched his face, rolling on the ground in agony.

A cultivator at the Peak of Integration reduced to such a state; it's clear how painful the whip is.

The guard sneered with disdain, "Can't you see what I'm holding with your dog eyes? One last chance, go in, or die!"

The young guard waved the whip in his hand.

The beaten man caught a clear look this time; it was not a mere whip but a Tribulation Thought Blade formed from Tribulation Thunder Thought.

Being whipped with a Tribulation Thought Blade was unimaginably painful.

"I'll fight you all to the death!"

The man roared in despair, springing from the ground and unleashing a dazzling Dao Art with a wave of his hand.

"Another fool..."

"How many is that this month?"

"These unfortunate souls who end up here don't learn from history..."

Around them stood hundreds of Integrate Dao cultivators.

They looked dispassionately at the beaten man as if watching a play.

A dozen or so overseers wielding Tribulation Thought Whips stood around them, placing bets on how many lashes the man could withstand.

This is Lingbo Ghostland in Inner Sea City.

Every month, batches of Integrate Dao cultivators caught for various reasons were forced into the ghostland.

Those who dared to refuse were mostly killed.

Hundreds went in monthly, but only a dozen returned alive.

Only teams mostly comprised of survivors could last longer.

This life endured for ten years or even longer.

Only by completing the Nanyuan King's punitive tasks could one qualify to become a resident of the Stone Gate Realm.

The guilty forced into the ghostland faced mortal peril at every turn.

Over time, many became numb.

Only when seeing such reckless newcomers being punished did they reveal faintly malicious smiles.

"Courting death!"

The young guard swung his whip again.

Boom!

The Dao Art still forming was shattered completely.

No matter how strong the Dao Art, how could it withstand Tribulation Thunder Thought?

Smack!

Another lash landed on the man.

Unexpectedly, the man only grunted, stepping forward instead of retreating, lunging at the young guard.

"You..."

Just as the young guard exclaimed, the man's fist reached him.

Bam!

The punch landed solidly on the young guard's face, nearly cracking it open.

"Scoundrel!"

This time, the young guard truly became enraged.

According to the rules of Lingbo Ghostland, these Peak of Integration were considered legitimate resources.

They couldn't be killed at will, only punished with Tribulation Whips.

But the man's provocation ignited murderous intent in the young guard.

"Die!"

The young guard raised his whip again, this time aiming at the man's head.

If this whip struck, it would undoubtedly shatter the man's head.

"Anger the overseers, he's doomed."

"Fool!"

"Entering the ghostland might offer a chance at survival. Confronting the overseers, how unwise."

"Must be from the batch a thousand years ago, hasn't suffered hardship..."

The nearby convicts, sharing the man's fate, all wore schadenfreude expressions, lacking any sympathy for him.

None would step up for him.

Just as the man was about to be killed, a sword light suddenly flashed across the sky.

Puff!

The sword light pierced directly through the young guard's skull.

The young guard's body wobbled, his headless corpse fell heavily, the Tribulation Thought Whip in his hand flung far away.

"Who goes there!"

"Audacious!"

"Dare to kill a guard of the Nanyuan King, courting death!"

A dozen or so overseers around shouted, looking around angrily, feeling their authority was challenged.

Boom!

A lightning bolt suddenly halted above Lingbo Ghostland, and three figures appeared.

Several overseers' expressions subtly changed.

Lightning signified at least one of the three was a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor.

Yet, these dozen overseers at Peak of Integration showed little fear.

One even raised a whip and yelled, "Audacious rogues, killing Nanyuan King's guard, you..."

Before the sentence was completed, another sword light shot forth.

So fast he couldn't evade.

Puff!

Another head shattered by sword light.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

It had been many years since anyone dared so brazenly to kill guards.

Those challenging the guards, challenging Nanyuan King's rules, had long been killed.

Bang!

An overseer raised a hand; a dazzling Dao Art emitted light, but it wasn't an attack; it was a signal for help.

"World Master, how should we handle them..."

Mu Gui respectfully consulted Lin Mu.

He was the one who had just killed the two overseers.

"Uncle Mu Gui? Is it you, Uncle Mu Gui? Are you back in the Forbidden Sand Sea?"

The blood-covered man recognized Mu Gui, shouting aloud.

Mu Gui did not engage with him but continued to maintain a humble pose, consulting Lin Wudi.

"Kill them all..."

Lin Mu's voice was cold.

The so-called Nanyuan King's Guard, none of them were innocent.

Forcing others into the ghostland, treating lives with contempt, finding joy in slaughter, such people deserved death.

"Understood!"

Mu Gui accepted the order respectfully and acted again.

"Stop! We are the Nanyuan King's Guard..."

"How dare you..."

"You're all dead..."

"Mercy..."

The dozen or so overseers protested variably, some threatening, others pleading, but it was all in vain.

Awaiting them were the merciless sword lights of Mu Gui and Liu Yuan.

Puff puff puff!

Sword lights flashed, instantly killing the dozen overseers.

These people did attempt to counter.

But their retaliatory Dao Arts were useless against the Dao Arts taught by Lin Mu, crushed in an instant.

Gasp!

The sound of inhalations echoed at the scene.

Mu Gui and Liu Yuan, both also at Peak of Integration, effortlessly killing same-level opponents shocked the surrounding convicts.

Such strength suggested they were Proud Sons of Heaven or even exiled immortals.

Why would people like them enter the Forbidden Sand Sea?

"Cang Wu, didn't expect you to still be alive..."

After killing everyone, Mu Gui smiled warmly, greeting the man.

Cang Wu had once bought a map from him; they were briefly acquainted.

"Uncle Mu Gui, you better run! Soon, the Personal Guard Squad's Tribulation-Crossing Ancestors will arrive..."

Cang Wu hurriedly called out, too anxious to reminisce.

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