57: Chapter 57 The Asura Temple Collapses Completely, Lin Tian Kneels
"Huff — —"
A thick, white ring of smoke was slowly exhaled from Qin Yuan's mouth.
The smoke dissipated rapidly in the icy river breeze.
Qin Yuan's dark, deep eyes looked down from above.
He watched the man below, who was soaked to the bone and looked as if his spine had been drained.
"The times have changed, War God."
Qin Yuan's voice was not loud, but every word was like a knife, scraping bone and gouging flesh.
"Your invincible eldest brother has already been blown to smithereens."
These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Lin Tian's pupils shook violently, the red bloodshot veins in his eyes seemingly about to burst.
He stared fixedly at the pitch-black sea surface in the distance that was still churning and seething.
The deafening roar of the missile from just a moment ago was still echoing wildly in his mind.
Temperatures of over a thousand degrees!
An explosive yield capable of destroying heaven and earth!
His pride and joy, his martial faith, was at this moment completely shattered by the peak violence of modern industry!
"No... that's impossible..."
Lin Tian trembled, his lips turning blue and purple, muttering to himself like a madman who had lost his mind.
He had practiced martial arts for twenty years, training through the bitterest winters and the hottest summers.
With one punch he could shatter a boulder, and with one slash he could split a waterfall.
He thought he had already stood at the pinnacle of humanity and could ignore all worldly rules.
But what about now?
They didn't even show their faces; they just pressed a button from hundreds of kilometers away and completely erased the man he viewed as a god from this world!
Not even a single strand of hair was left!
No matter how high your martial arts are, it doesn't mean jack!
In the face of modern radar locking and anti-ship missiles, an ancient martial artist is as fragile as a piece of toilet paper!
"Qin Yuan... you are a devil! You don't follow the rules at all!"
Lin Tian suddenly raised his head, blood and tears streaming from his eyes, and let out a shrill roar at Qin Yuan, who was on top of the shipping container.
"Rules?"
Qin Yuan flicked the Cohiba cigar in his hand, and the sparks traced a red parabola in the night.
The look he gave Lin Tian was filled with aloof pity and mockery.
"In my territory, I am the rules."
"A piece of trash who relied on marrying into a family to live off his wife and spent three years scrubbing toilets, you think you're qualified to talk to me about rules?"
Qin Yuan snapped his fingers, not giving Lin Tian a chance to catch his breath.
"Qianqian, connect the signal."
"Got it, Boss!"
Gu Qianqian, who had been sitting in the armored vehicle, excitedly hit the Enter key.
"Hum — —"
In the center of the abandoned port, a massive holographic projector started up instantly.
A deep blue beam of light hit the air, forming a huge, high-definition virtual screen that was ten meters wide and long.
On the screen appeared a burly foreign man with a full beard and one blind eye.
The burly man was shirtless, his body covered in hideous scars and bullet holes, and he was holding an M416 assault rifle that was still smoking.
It was none other than the leader of the "Blood Skull" mercenary group, one of the top three ranked on the international Dark Web!
"Respected Mr. Qin, good evening."
The one-eyed leader bowed extremely respectfully to the camera, placing his hand over his chest.
Behind him were towering flames and deafening explosions!
The moment Lin Tian saw the background on the screen, his heart felt as if it had been tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand!
That burning island...
That island built with sturdy fortresses and flying scarlet, blood-colored flags...
That was his lair!
It was the overseas headquarters of the Asura Temple, located on the high seas, which he had painstakingly built for ten years!
"Mr. Qin, we have received all of the ten billion US dollars you paid."
A bloodthirsty and greedy wild laugh appeared on the one-eyed leader's face.
"According to your instructions, we have united all the top ten mercenary groups on the Dark Web, gathering a total of thirty thousand people."
"Not only did we deploy ten fighter jets, but we also rented two decommissioned nuclear submarines."
"Now, this garbage dump called Asura Island has been completely taken by us!"
The camera on the screen began to pan.
In the footage, Lin Tian's pride and joy, the "One Hundred Thousand Asura Army," was falling in swathes into pools of blood, just like wheat being harvested.
Under the combined slaughter of true top-tier international mercenaries and heavy weaponry.
Those Asura Hall guards who only knew ancient martial arts and cold weapons were practically just live targets!
"Rumble!"
Several heavy main battle tanks rolled over the Asura Hall plaza, crushing the statue of Asura, which symbolized supreme power, into rubble all over the ground!
"No!!!"
Lin Tian's eyes widened, and he let out a miserable scream like a cuckoo crying blood!
He grabbed his hair tightly with both hands, unable to believe everything he was seeing before him!
That was his foundation!
It was the ultimate trump card he had prepared to dominate the world and make all the powerful and wealthy kneel in submission!
"Oh, right, Mr. Qin."
The one-eyed leader kicked a corpse aside and aimed the camera at the ground.
On the ground knelt several men, covered in blood and beaten to the brink of death.
They were the other three Great Dharma Kings remaining in Asura Hall!
"These guys who call themselves Dharma Kings are actually quite good at fighting; they injured a dozen of our brothers."
"However, under the strafing of Gatling guns, their bones weren't that hard."
The one-eyed leader grinned hideously and drew his pistol directly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three consecutive muffled gunshots rang out!
The heads of the three Great Dharma Kings exploded instantly on the screen like ripe watermelons!
Red and white matter splattered everywhere!
"Mr. Qin, the mission is complete. As of today, the Asura Temple has been erased from the Earth."
The screen flickered once, and the communication was cut off.
The entire abandoned port fell into a deathly silence.
There was only the whimpering sound of the river breeze blowing past the shipping containers.
Lin Tian knelt blankly in the muddy water, staring straight at the holographic screen that had already disappeared.
His brain had completely crashed.
It was a complete blank.
It was gone.
Everything was gone.
His domestic forces had been uprooted, his secret agents all eliminated, and his pride and joy, his eldest brother, blown to smithereens by missiles.
Now.
Even his overseas Asura Temple, which he was most proud of and regarded as his life, had been casually bought by Qin Yuan for ten billion US dollars, with the entire sect slaughtered by hired hands!
All his cheats.
All his backers.
All his trump cards.
In the face of Qin Yuan's unfathomable financial power, influence, and connections.
They were like a sandcastle built by a three-year-old child, mercilessly kicked flat with a single foot!
"Clang."
A crisp, metallic clanging sound rang out in the silent port.
It was the "asura blood blade" in Lin Tian's hand, which symbolized the highest power of Asura Hall.
It slipped from his weak, trembling fingertips and fell onto the cold concrete floor.
The cold glint on the blade now seemed so dim, so laughable.
"I... I lost..."
Lin Tian muttered to himself.
In his voice, there was no longer the arrogance and unyielding spirit of "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" that he had before.
Only endless fear and deep despair remained.
He raised his head and looked up at Qin Yuan, who was standing on the shipping container, looking down at him like a god.
At this moment, he finally understood.
From beginning to end, he had only been a clown being played in the palm of someone's hand.
What Asura War God?
What return of the Dragon King?
In front of a true top-tier national-level financial tycoon, he wasn't even worth a fart!
"Thump!"
Lin Tian's knees went weak, and he slammed heavily into the muddy ground soaked with seawater.
His spine, once held straight, which he had sworn would never yield even in death.
Under the immense terror of life and death and the all-encompassing dimensionality reduction attack, it finally bent completely.
"Young Master Qin..."
Lin Tian said in a hoarse voice, like a stray dog with all its bones broken.
He crawled forward in the mud using his hands and feet.
He crawled all the way to the bottom of the shipping container where Qin Yuan was.
"Bang!"
He slammed his head heavily against the hard steel plate, his forehead instantly splitting open and bleeding profusely.
But as if he couldn't feel the pain, he continued to kowtow frantically.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"I was wrong... I truly know I was wrong!"
Lin Tian's tears and snot mixed together, covering his entire face, and he cried like a broken coward.
"Young Master Qin! Please, show mercy, just treat me like a fart and let me go!"
While kowtowing, he pleaded shrilly.
"As long as you don't kill me, I am willing to give you anything!"
"My money, my territory, I don't want any of it!"
He suddenly raised his head, looking at Qin Yuan with hopeful eyes, as if he had grabbed onto the last straw of life.
"Bai Yuewei! Yes! My wife, Bai Yuewei, I'll give her to you too!"
"Although she's cold, she has a great body, is beautiful, and is still a virgin!"
"As long as you say the word, I will divorce her immediately and have her go to your bed to serve you tonight!"
Zhao Feiyan, standing behind Qin Yuan, looked at the once aloof Hall Master whom she had regarded as her faith.
To think that right now, in order to save his life, he was pushing his own wife away to give to someone else without the slightest hesitation.
A flash of deep disgust and revulsion crossed her eyes.
This was the man she had once sworn to serve to the death?
He was simply not even as good as a bug in the sewer!
"Young Master Qin, I beg you..."
Lin Tian's forehead was already beaten to a bloody pulp, but he dared not stop.
"As long as you spare my life, I will work like an ox or a horse for you!"
"Whoever you tell me to bite, I will bite; please, just keep me as your dog! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
In order to survive, this once formidable Asura War God was actually barking like a dog in the mud.
Dignity? Backbone?
In the shadow of death, all of it was trampled into pieces by him and swallowed into his stomach.
Qin Yuan looked down at this scene, his eyes as cold as ice, without the slightest bit of pity.
He flicked the remaining cigar in his hand away casually.
The cigar butt, still carrying sparks, landed precisely on the back of Lin Tian's neck.
It burned him so much that his whole body shuddered, but he didn't even dare to dodge, enduring it raw.
"Be my dog?"
Qin Yuan's voice slowly rang out in the cold wind, carrying an undisguised mockery.
"Lin Tian, don't you think you're overestimating yourself a bit too much?"
Qin Yuan turned around, turning his back to this piece of trash who had completely lost his utility.
Leaving Lin Tian with only a death sentence that was colder and more piercing than the dead of winter.
"The dogs of mine, Qin Yuan, eat delicacies and sleep in high-end villas."
"A piece of trash like you who would even sell his wife to save his own life..."
Qin Yuan tilted his head slightly, his peripheral vision looking at him as if he were a dead object.
"You aren't even qualified to guard the gate for my Qin Family."