Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"This is the Supreme Treasure, the Gale Blade, rumored to be able to slice through wind like fabric."

The storyteller always knows more about certain things than the average person. Upon seeing the blade in Baili Futu’s hand, the elderly storyteller couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

The young female storyteller also looked at Wu Tian with concern, thinking that this man was fine in all ways except he was too impulsive.

Against someone like Baili Futu, one should slowly maneuver around him rather than immediately tear into confrontation.

But now, it was too late to say anything; Baili Futu’s blade was already in his hand, enveloping Wu Tian entirely with a terrifying Killing Intent.

"I will show you what hell is."

On the pirate ship, Baili Futu sneered coldly, wielding the blade as he finally jumped off the deck and landed in front of Wu Tian.

Other pirates did the same,

Surrounding Wu Tian from the east, south, west, and north, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

Dao Feng and others remained calm. Though Baili Futu was in the Martial Emperor Realm, Si’er and others speculated that he was only of Second Rank.

Thinking about it, he was not an opponent for Wu Tian.

But others did not know of Wu Tian’s capabilities. For example, the elderly storyteller already hastily pleaded for Wu Tian: "Baili Futu, we are storytellers. We storytellers are not strong, we only tell stories, but we have the advantage in numbers. Can you give us storytellers some face and let this matter pass?"

Not just him, the young female storyteller also immediately pleaded, "Please don’t hold it against Brother Wu Tian."

Storyteller?

Baili Futu was indeed in a dilemma,

Storytellers belong to a vast organization, with storytellers who tell stories and spread news everywhere. However, the storytellers have not been rated in terms of levels, leaving people unsure whether storytellers are truly powerful.

But to let Wu Tian go just like that, where would Baili Futu save face?

Baili Futu raised an eyebrow and said to Wu Tian, "In recognition of the storyteller’s face, I won’t kill you this time. Just say sorry to me, and then avoid me in the future when you see me. That would be enough."

The elderly storyteller and young female storyteller both breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Wu Tian agreed, it would be settled.

The white-clothed storyteller gritted his teeth, incredulous that the matter was resolved by turning a big issue into a minor one and the minor one into nothing.

What kind of joke is this?

However, Wu Tian disdainfully shook his head, "No!"

No?

No to what?

The elderly storyteller, young female storyteller, and others all looked at Wu Tian one by one, not understanding what Wu Tian meant.

Just then, Wu Tian coldly laughed, his voice chilling and as if from hell, "It’s not you letting me go, but me not letting you go."

What?

Upon Wu Tian’s words, the storytellers, pirates, and everyone else felt he was arrogant!

Arrogant!

They couldn’t believe that at this point, Wu Tian still had such an haughty tone,

The elderly storyteller panicked and quickly said, "Wu Tian, young master, one must choose the time if one must have dignity."

Wu Tian shook his head.

"Alright, alright, alright," Baili Futu’s face turned as dark as water, "I offered you a way out, and you refuse to take it." Has a death wish? I’ll make it happen for you."

After that, with a wave of his hand, "Come, kill him." As his voice dropped,

The surrounding pirates all raised their large blades, slashing directly at Wu Tian.

"The boss gave you a way to live, you didn’t take it; you’re choosing death, who can you blame?"

"Yes, die."

A hundred pirates, among whom more than ninety were Tongxuan, and the rest were of the Heavenly King Realm,

And Wu Tian reached out his hand; to outsiders, Wu Tian’s Spiritual Power level didn’t seem to be of the Heavenly King Realm,

"Doomed to die."

"Go ahead and die."

One hundred pirates charged forward together, their momentum overwhelming, their imposing manner frightening, with blades in hand, slashing toward Wu Tian’s head in an instant.

Several Heavenly King Realm pirates, controlling elements, the power of elements causing space to distort.

"Bad, you all go help him," the elderly storyteller looked toward Zhou Butong and others.

But Zhou Butong and others knew Wu Tian’s capabilities. Wu Tian’s Spiritual Power didn’t look to be of the Heavenly King Realm, but weirdly, Wu Tian’s actual combat power couldn’t be judged by this.

Seeing Zhou Butong and others not move, the female storyteller breathed heavily, "Aren’t you friends with him?"

Zhou Butong and others knew the storytellers misunderstood, but they said nothing. It wasn’t that they didn’t act or were unwilling to help Wu Tian. In fact, Wu Tian’s abilities didn’t require their help at all.

"It’s over, this young lord seems to be..." The young female storyteller’s face turned pale.

Yet the little guy laughed mischievously, "This sister, watch the show well, watch my dad show off."

The young female storyteller didn’t know what showing off meant; however, she suspected this child, why so ruthless?

"He’s finally going to die, great, this definition in the novel will belong to me, The Condor Trilogy will belong to me, everything will belong to me."

The white-clothed storyteller seemed to have seen Wu Tian’s death, revealing a sinister smile on the corners of his mouth.

Yet the next moment, the corners of the white-clothed storyteller’s mouth stiffened completely, involuntarily twitching.

Only to see Blood Glow flash across,

All one hundred pirates were standing still in place, seemingly frozen.

Astonishing.

"What...what’s going on?" The white-clothed storyteller shouted.

Baili Futu, even angrier, "What’s wrong with you? Kill, didn’t you hear me? Kill."

But those people still did not move.

Baili Futu was angry. For a while now, the profits gained on the sea were divided with him getting seventy percent and the remaining thirty percent shared among one hundred people.

He knew his subordinates had great opinions of him.

Seeing now that his subordinates were motionless, Baili Futu was even angrier, thinking these subordinates might be disobedient because of this, folding his face?

He angrily kicked a subordinate on the bottom.

But when he landed the kick,

"Bang."

Instantly, all one hundred people exploded simultaneously, turning into blood water.

Seeing this, Baili Futu and others were filled with intense astonishment and disbelief.

The scene before their eyes was too unbelievable, seemingly good people suddenly perishing just like that?

Such a scene compared to encountering a ghost.

"No, impossible."

Baili Futu gritted his teeth, mustering courage, spoke these words, but the Blood Glow flashed again, and suddenly, Baili Futu’s eyes widened.

A blood mark on the neck, something when he fell, and the body sank into the sea.

This scene left the storytellers frightfully shocked,

People on the sea as pirates, unfailingly successful people, dying just like this?

How... how is this possible?

For the three storytellers, it was too unbelievable. However, all this was just the beginning.

Wu Tian already looked toward the white-clothed storyteller, "Speak, how do you want to die?"

"I..." The white-clothed storyteller was scared stiff, beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The elderly storyteller suddenly said, "Wu Tian, young master, you want to go to the Storytelling Manor? Then you cannot kill him because the closest Storytelling Manor’s Controller is his grandfather."