Chapter 118: Touch My Son? Who Gave You the Dog's Courage?

The smoke and dust dispersed.

Lin Tianhao drove the greatsword into the ground.

His posture was tall and straight, lightning crackling around him, his square face carrying an imposing air without needing to show anger.

Shanben Jianyi struggled painfully out of the rock wall.

He looked at the man who seemed like Lei Shen descended to the mortal world, a flicker of fear crossing his face:

"You… Lin Tianhao? No, impossible—how could you be here!"

Lin Tianhao paid him no attention.

He turned his head and looked toward Xu Wenchang:

"Old Xu, I'm not too late, am I? Where's that brat of mine?"

Xu Wenchang gave a helpless smile and pointed into the distance:

"Relax, your son's doing just fine. A moment ago he even took out over four hundred of them on his way past."

"???"

Lin Tianhao froze. "The hell did you just say?"

Xu Wenchang rolled his eyes:

"Alright, cut the chatter."

"Since you're here, leave this little Yingzhou man to you. Gives me a chance to rest—oof, these old bones of mine."

With that, Xu Wenchang retreated to the side.

Lin Tianhao turned his head.

The somewhat dumbfounded look in his eyes instantly turned ice-cold and terrifying the moment they fell on Shanben Jianyi.

In the distance,

Shanben Jianyi slowly walked out of the rubble.

Stimulated by the drug's effect, and combined with the brainwashing education carved into his very bones, he not only did not retreat, but instead burst into a hair-raising, manic laughter.

"So what if you're Lin Tianhao? So what if you're the War God?"

Shanben Jianyi hunched his body, his twin blades scraping sparks against the ground, his eyes blazing with fanaticism:

"Right now, I carry the will of the hundreds of millions of citizens of the Great Ying Empire."

"Our spirit is invincible! Our souls shall return to Ying Nation, eternal and undying!"

"You inferior races could never understand the tragic beauty of falling cherry blossoms! Could never understand what Bushido truly means!"

Shanben Jianyi raised his twin blades and struck an extremely bizarre opening stance. "For His Majesty the Emperor, today I shall use your blood to complete my Gyokusai!"

Accompanied by a hysterical roar,

Shanben Jianyi transformed into a black-and-red blood-shadow and shot straight toward Lin Tianhao!

Watching Shanben Jianyi charge over,

Lin Tianhao couldn't help but laugh out loud, then sheathed his greatsword.

"Gyokusai?"

"I'll smash your mother's head!"

Boom!

No flashy tricks—just a simple, straightforward straight punch.

That punch carried the force of ten thousand bolts of thunder.

Its speed was so fast that even space itself warped.

Bang—!!!

Shanben Jianyi's seemingly ferocious charge, in the face of that punch, was like him voluntarily shoving his face into it.

Lin Tianhao's fist slammed viciously into Shanben Jianyi's face.

Crack!

The sound of his nasal bone shattering was clearly audible.

Shanben Jianyi was sent flying. While his body was still mid-air, a blue figure even faster than him had already flashed to where he would land.

A fist the size of a clay pot smashed viciously into his chest.

Bang—!!

Shanben Jianyi was beaten down to the ground, the surface instantly caving into a shallow crater.

Before he could even crawl back up,

a large foot stomped viciously onto his chest.

"Puh—!"

Shanben Jianyi once again sprayed a mouthful of black blood.

Lin Tianhao stepped on him, looking down at him from above.

"E… eights! I am a warrior of the Great Ying Empire! I carry the Emperor's grace…"

Shanben Jianyi was still screaming madly from his mouth.

"I'll split your mother's head!"

Lin Tianhao suddenly bent down, grabbed a fistful of Shanben Jianyi's sparse hair, and threw a heavy punch straight into that old face!

Bang!

"Cao ni ma!"

Shanben Jianyi screamed miserably as his nasal bone caved in completely.

Before he could even catch his breath, Lin Tianhao threw another punch into his eye socket.

Bang!

"You fucking bastard!"

Shanben Jianyi tried to raise the blade in his hand to resist.

Lin Tianhao backhanded him with a slap, then stomped his wrist underfoot and ground down hard!

Crack!

"Pulling a blade on me?!"

"Aaaaaah——!!!"

Shanben Jianyi let out a pig-slaughtering shriek; the hand gripping the blade was crushed flat into a pulp of mangled flesh.

Lin Tianhao showed no intention of stopping at all.

Fists rained down like a downpour, each punch accompanied by a perfectly standard Chinese curse:

"Touch my son? Who the hell gave you the dog's guts?!"

"Huh?! Speak up, you animal!"

"Weren't you all cocky just now?!"

"Weren't you going to do it for your Emperor?!"

"Fuck! If I don't beat the shit out of you today, it's only because your Emperor shitted clean!"

Bang bang bang bang——!!!

Shanben Jianyi's face had already been pummeled beyond recognition.

Lin Tianhao grabbed him by the throat and hoisted that ruined face up close:

"You fucking cunt! You old prick, you got any shame left?!"

"Bringing a few hundred men to corner a few kids?"

"Did your mom throw the baby away and raise the placenta instead? How else could she raise a gutless piece of shit like you?"

Shanben Jianyi, beaten half out of his mind, was still mumbling through his lips:

"For… for the Emperor… the spirit of Bushido… must not be insulted…"

"Fuck your mother's Bushido!"

Hearing those three words, Lin Tianhao's fury shot straight to the crown of his skull.

He stood up and drove a vicious kick straight into Shanben Jianyi's ribs!

Crack!

"For the Emperor? Is your Emperor your daddy on the side, is that why you're fighting so hard?!"

"Stop slapping Bushido on your face like gold leaf! Is that even Bushido? I call it the fucking sewer!"

"A pack of rotten maggots who only know how to steal chickens and feel up dogs, sneaky and filthy through and through! And you have the nerve to talk to me about spirit?!"

"You Ying-guo people's faces must be made of bulletproof vests, huh? Shameless bastards!"

The more Lin Tianhao spoke, the angrier he got; he whipped out the Lei Ting greatsword.

The terrifying flash of Lei Guang lit up his ferocious face, like a war god passing judgment on sin.

The last shred of madness in Shanben Jianyi's eyes faded, replaced by endless fear and bewilderment.

Why did it turn out like this?

He had clearly spared no cost, overdrafting his life to forcibly jack his level up to 95!

And he was wielding his exclusive weapon too, even if its grade wasn't high.

But even against Dragon Fist Xu Wenchang, he was confident he could fight head-on for three hundred rounds.

But why…

In front of Lin Tianhao, he was like a dead dog, trampled at will.

Is this the War God of Dragon Nation?

Shanben Jianyi stared at the greatsword raised high, wreathed in annihilating thunder, and at Lin Tianhao's eyes that held mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He was afraid.

He was truly afraid.

All faith, all fanaticism, crumbled like nothing before absolute violence and death.

"N… no…"

"Yama…"

Whoosh——!!

A spray of blood burst forth!

One of Shanben Jianyi's arms and one of his legs were instantly separated from his body.

"Aaaaaah——!!!"

A piercing shriek echoed across the wasteland.

Lin Tianhao kicked Shanben Jianyi's mangled remains flying with one foot.

"Hah-tui!"

He spat on the ground:

"Goddamn hell, you sure can scream up a storm, but the second I lay a hand on you, you shit your pants! I haven't even warmed up yet."

"Is there nobody left on your crappy little island? Sending stinking fish and rotten shrimp like you to die?"

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(Thanks to 'Luo Shiyi Nai C' for the Gift King—holy shit, first time I've ever seen such a huge gift. Also thanks to 'Please Let Me Laugh Like a Maggot' for the Burst Update Flower, and thanks to everyone for the little gifts and the love-powered electricity, thank you thank you thank you……)