The Divine Martial Stars

Chapter 518 Revolutionary Means

Li Mu was floating in the sky above the periphery of Baghdad.

"This is somewhat interesting."

He overlooked the Baghdad occupied by terrorists and realized that the layout of the city had been changed. It was a purposeful artificial change. Its effect was quite similar to building up a geomancy deployment, which caused an unusual gathering of Spiritual Qi in the environment and the Earthveins.

Besides, a kind of demonic qi that could not be detected by ordinary people had enveloped the entire city. Upon closer inspection, this demon qi was swirling around, as though a black dragon was settled in the sky above.

The black demonic qi actually isolated the city. Even with Li Mu's eyesight, he could not see what was happening below.

"It's clear that this is a tactical deployment set up by an evil sect. Seems that that evil cultivator is definitely hiding in this city."

With a stir of his mind, Li Mu first cast a locking-up deployment around the entire Baghdad to prevent people from escaping when a fierce battle broke out in a moment.

Then, boldened by his unparalleled power, he directly swooped down. With the Broadsword Intent flowing, Li Mu directly parted the evil qi. He dived like a shooting star. And the Broadsword Intent Zone spread out like a tide to detect everything below.

"Boom!"

He landed on a plaza in the city in broad daylight.

The earth quaked.

A crack appeared on the ground under his feet, which then spread out like a spider web.

The terrorists around him froze for a moment. Then they all came to their senses and started shooting wildly.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The flying broadswords stirred up the storm of Broadsword Qi.

In an instant, countless people fell down one after another like wheat under a reaping hook.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"Come out. I know you're here."

Li Mu's thunderous voice echoed in the sky above Baghdad.

He just spoke in Chinese.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the firing of heavy machine guns was endless. Countless piles of fire blazed in all directions. A storm of bullets with horrible destructive power darted toward Li Mu one after another.

At the same time, all kinds of rocket guns and laser-guided thermal weapons immediately targeted Li Mu and launched attacks.

The power of the military weapons developed by the technological civilization on Earth was fully displayed at this moment.

As the headquarters of the largest terrorist organization in the Middle East, the troops as well as various high-tech thermal weapons it had were no less than a military base of any big country. The terrorist personnel who operated the weapons were also well-trained and had extremely strong fighting capacity. In addition, because of religious motivations, the terrorists had turned into fanatical soldiers who even had no fear of death. Their combat strength was stronger than that of any special forces.

Even with the knowledge of Li Mu's massacre along the way, the entire True God Sect still decided to fight him to death in Baghdad. As a result, the most elite combatants of True God Sect were gathered here.

Nonetheless, the enemy they encountered was Li Mu.

The young man in white sportswear was roaming leisurely in the rain of gunshots as if he did not really exist. The bullets and bombs shot through his body just like hitting the air.

However, the swirling flying broadsword light was harvesting lives all the time.

"Still don't come out? Then I'll kill all your followers first, and then dig up your nest."

Li Mu was not in a hurry at all.

The broadsword light kept flashing. Wherever it passed, the terrorists collapsed one by one.

He off-handedly summoned a person who appeared to be the leader through the air and read his mind. Immediately, Li Mu acquired the information he wanted, whipped around, and walked towards the training camp.

The flood of fearsome terrorists tried to use all kinds of weapons to kill Li Mu, but they failed in the end.

The strength disparity between them and Li Mu was so striking that it could no longer be made up by weapons and the number of forces.

Drones were flying at low altitude.

The scene of the battle was sent to the training camp, and also to the world's major live-streaming platforms.

"He's coming!"

Molan already changed into a suit of light armor in blue, which intensively outlined her slim and appealing figure. As the most beautiful woman in the Middle East, her beauty stunned everyone.

"Start the live broadcast. I want the whole world to know that the Eastern God of Massacre meets his doom in Baghdad today," she said with confidence.

Each corner of Baghdad was installed with a hidden video recording device. Also, in the entire training camp, everything had been already arranged for satellite filming. A high-orbit satellite had already been positioned in the sky. Since this moment on, everything that happened in the entire training camp would be broadcasted to the entire world synchronously.

"This is the moment to defend the glory of the True God!"

Molan stood at the entrance of the training camp, holding the sect banner in her hand with imposing air.

Soon, as screams and shouts of "kill" were heard, the broadsword light came in sight. Then, Li Mu, stepping on blood and sin, paced toward them. In just a few steps, he had crossed hundreds of meters and came to the outside of the training camp.

"Molan?"

When Li Mu saw the gorgeous middle-eastern woman holding the sect flag, he recognized her at once.

"Swoosh! Swish! Swoosh!"

The 108 flying broadswords hurtled toward Molan at the speed of light.

"Don't you want to talk first?" The ancient armor Molan was wearing released a strange radiance to protect her. At the same time, she took out an object and said, "Don't you want to meet the owner of this object?"

The silver flying broadsword suddenly halted and hovered in front of the tip of Molan's nose and between her brows.

Li Mu frowned.

He knew the jade the woman was holding. It was one of the treasures Wang Shiyu had prepared on the Divine Land for her parents. During the period he spent in China, he already handed this jade to Wang Shiyu's parents, Wang Zhen and Bai Ru. How could it appear in the hands of this terrorist?

"Could it be that Wang Zhen and his wife have been captured here?"

"That's impossible."

He had only been Middle East for less than a couple of days.

These terrorists had no time to react and go to catch Wang Zhen and his wife.

"How did you get this?" Li Mu asked.

A trace of pride flashed across Molan's eyes, and said. "I can tell you one thing. This is not a gift for me. God of Massacre Li, I can call you that, right? I'll ask you again. Do you want to meet the owner of this item?"

The gloominess on Li Mu's face suddenly dissipated. He said with a smile, "No matter how wicked your evil tricks are, how can you know that in the face of the star Taoist magic arts, everything is void… Well, take me to the owner of this jade piece."

As his voice was heard—

The flying broadswords that filled the sky instantly zoomed back to Li Mu's hands and merged into a fist-sized silver pellet, which rotated in Li Mu's palms like a twinkling star. Its radiance was very appealing.

A hint of greed flitted through Molan's eyes.

She was under the impression that Li Mu's Dao-using methods and killing skills all came from this Broadsword Pellet.

"This way please."

Molan held up the sect flag and led Li Mu into the depths of the training camp.

A moment later, on a drill ground in the middle of the training camp, she slowly halted and clapped her hands. Next, two experts clad in ancient armor escorted Wang Zhen and his wife over to Molan's side.

The couple was gagged. They looked at Li Mu and whined, struggling with an anxious look as if signaling Li Mu to run away.

"God of Massacre Li, do you know your old friends?" Molan asked.

Li Mu looked at them for a moment, scratched his chin, and inquired, "How did you catch them? I can't see how you have the time to do it."

Molan laughed heartily and then remarked, "Of course it's your Chinese who sent them here… Don't you understand? Once you left your country, your compatriots started to deal with you in secret. Don't you feel bitterly disappointed?"

"How could I feel bitter just for such a trivial?" Li Mu casually threw up his hand, and two broadswords flashed, which directly killed Wang Zhen and Bai Ru right in front of him. As their heads dropped to the ground, he smirked. "You expect to threaten me with this ridiculous means. I'm indeed willing to protect my friends and relatives. Perhaps it's the weakness in my character, but I'm absolutely not stupid. You're too brainless."

In a second, a black mist rose from the two corpses on the ground. And then, their faces and sizes all changed. They gradually assumed the appearance of two middle-eastern men who were as dead as the doornail.

Aghast, Molan asked, "How… how did you find it out?"

"What other means do you have?" Li Mu demanded, not bothering to explain.

Perhaps in other people's eyes, the illusion art of this evil sect was very real, incredible, and flawless. But to Li Mu, who had mastered the Third Eye, it was just like the poorest makeup in the villages. He could see through the disguise at first glance.

The only thing that surprised him a little was that the jade piece was real, absolutely not tempered.

These terrorists attempted to use the jade piece to convince him of the identities of Wang Zhen and Bai Ru, which was quite smart. Li Mu was more inclined to buy part of the implication in Molan's words. He was afraid that some traitors had truly surfaced in the country, and they were perhaps the ones who had quite a high status.

This also explained why Dessert Camel had the flash drive that contained the map of Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center, the defense station, and other related classified information.

Also, up to the time Li Mu left, the mole had not been found.

It seemed that the relationship between the mole and the terrorists was closer than Li Mu and Su Cuo had surmised at the beginning.

Molan gritted his teeth and stated, "God of Massacre Li does have some cards up his sleeve. Since you've seen through the fake, I'll show you the real ones… Guards, bring them here."

While they were talking, six Chinese people were taken to them.

"Sage Li."

"Senior…"

At the sight of Li Mu, they all exclaimed, looking excited and heartened.

Li Mu was greatly taken aback.

He recognized them. They were the martial arts masters who were assumed to have died in the Qinling Heaven. However, to Li Mu's greatest surprise, they were still alive and were brought to Baghdad. Li Mu took a glance at them with his Third Eye, and found that these six people were real Chinese, not the dummies disguised with the evil sorcery.

It seemed that Wang Menghu failed to see the whole process of that plot due to his grief and indignation that day. Not all of the more than 100 martial arts practitioners had been killed in the Heaven. In fact, a few of them had been captured alive and brought to Baghdad.

This could be considered good news.

After all, there were still some compatriots alive.

"You actually brought the people who entered the Heaven through Qinling out from another exit?"

Li Mu looked at Molan in shock.

When they entered the Qinling Heaven, they came in through the special fog. When they came out, they also relied on the space mist. There were the laws of heaven and earth running inside the fog, which would send the people out from where they got in. The entrance and exit were supposed to be the same place.

But now, Molan had actually taken Chinese martial arts masters who came through the entrance at the source of Jialing River of Qinling out from the exit in Iraq. This meant that these terrorists had some means that even Li Mu found startling.

And this kind of means had an unmistakably revolutionary impact on the exploration and control of the new Heavens that would be discovered in the future.