Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"No, you are a dog," the Fusang Sword Saint said coldly.

Hai Zhong was stunned. He had thought that groveling before the Fusangs would make them treat him better. Little did he know that the traitors of old had thought the same way. He was even more clueless to the fact that groveling wouldn't earn him their respect, but only their utter contempt.

"You refuse to be my dog? Fine, then I'll let him kill you," the Fusang Sword Saint said indifferently.

Wang Congming glared furiously at Hai Zhong.

Panicked, Hai Zhong scrambled to say to the Fusang Sword Saint, "Fusang oppa, I'm your fan! I… I'm your dog, too!"

Angry shouts, thick with tension, erupted from the crowd. Whether they were martial practitioners or government officials, the people of Dragon Country were all grinding their teeth in rage.

"Hai Zhong, just get out of Dragon Country!"

"You're a disgrace to our people!"

"Utterly shameless!"

Hai Zhong hurriedly hid behind the Fusang Sword Saint, poking only his head out to say, "My master is the Fusang Sword Saint now. Who dares to touch me?"

Just a moment ago, Hai Zhong had been somewhat unhappy about becoming the Fusang Sword Saint's dog, but now he began to bark eagerly to please him. "Fusang oppa, listen to my voice, WOOF WOOF WOOF… does it sound right?"

The Fusang Sword Saint nodded in satisfaction.

The entire Dragon Country watched the live broadcast, so furious they wanted to smash things. Hai Zhong had once knelt to a Korean on a television show, enraging the nation. Now, he was actually acting like a dog for the Fusangs?

Even the Lord of the Four Seas was so enraged that he immediately called the TV station. "What in the world is wrong with your host? How can such trash be a presenter…" He gave them a vicious scolding!

「At the Port of Yang City」

Wang Congming was still staring intently at Hai Zhong, who cowered behind the Fusang Sword Saint.

Hai Zhong immediately whimpered to the Fusang Sword Saint, "Master, I'm scared, WOOF WOOF WOOF."

The Fusang Sword Saint was very pleased. He was obsessed with his Onikiri swords. And just as many people in Dragon Country hated the Fusangs, many Fusangs harbored a desire to conquer them.

Now, the Fusang Sword Saint looked at Wang Congming and said, "Get lost! You've scared my dog."

"Screw you!"

Enraged, Wang Congming threw a punch at the Fusang Sword Saint. He knew he couldn't win, but he was not a coward like Wang Renjie. Wang Congming still possessed the fighting spirit befitting a man of Dragon Country!

WHOOSH!

The iron fist flew through the air with a howling gale, aimed right at the Fusang Sword Saint's throat—a vital point.

Seeing this, the Fusang Sword Saint sneered, then formed a palm with his left hand and met Wang Congming's fist.

Fist and palm collided!

BANG! A muffled impact echoed.

Wang Congming was sent flying. He was no match for the Fusang Sword Saint.

"You blocked my path. Now it's too late for any of you to leave."

"My Onikiri is starving for blood!"

"Kneel and act like this dog beside me," the Fusang Sword Saint said, pointing at Hai Zhong. "Act like a dog, just like him, and I might choose to spare you."

"..." Hai Zhong was somewhat embarrassed, but under the circumstances, if the Fusang Sword Saint said he was a dog, he had to be a dog.

"WOOF WOOF WOOF!" Hai Zhong barked for good measure.

The people of Dragon Country clenched their fists, hesitating. I don't want to be a dog, but if I don't, I'll die! I don't want to die… so should I become a dog? Most of them were tormented by this internal conflict.

Of course, there were also those who would rather die than act like dogs.

Wang Congming struggled to his feet again, and the Fusang Sword Saint strode toward him.

"Don't you dare hurt my son!" Wang Dawan shouted.

The Fusang Sword Saint turned a deaf ear. He kicked out, sending Wang Congming spitting blood as he fell!

But Wang Congming still clenched his teeth and stood up once more.

"Why bother?" the Fusang Sword Saint asked.

"Because I am from Dragon Country! I'd rather die than be brought down by a Fusang!" Wang Congming snarled through gritted teeth.

Every person from Dragon Country present was stunned.

Some of them began to shout, "That's right! So what if you're stronger than us, Fusang Sword Saint? We will not submit!"

"Yes! Even if you kill us, our spirits will never yield! Never!"

"You want us to submit to the Fusangs like Hai Zhong? Impossible! He may have been raised by dogs, but we were not!"

The Fusang Sword Saint sneered coldly. "I originally disdained to kill you, but since you insist, I will kill you all."

"I'll start with you!" The Fusang Sword Saint advanced on Wang Congming, his Onikiri practically vibrating with bloodlust. With an overwhelmingly powerful slash, he sent a beam of blade energy flying directly at Wang Congming's head.

At that moment, Wang Dawan was unsteady on his feet. Is my son done for?

Even Wang Congming's face was pale.

The streamers? My bros? Even my dog, Ah Huang… Am I never going to see them again? No!

The beam of blade energy was just about to take off Wang Congming's head.

But just then, a voice rang out. "Damn it! He's my disciple, didn't you know?"

It was a child-like voice, yet it boomed like an explosion of thunder.

The Fusang Sword Saint paid it no mind.

"Stop!"

The little one's voice had no effect. When Wu Tian spoke, however, his voice crashed down like Heavenly Thunder, roaring in the Fusang Sword Saint's ears until he felt as if his eardrums would split.

The others turned even paler.

"Who's there?" the Fusang Sword Saint shouted, incredulous. He had to ask, because he could feel his first, second, and third-generation Onikiri all stirring with excitement.

Under everyone's gaze, Wu Tian walked out, carrying the little one.

Wu Tian was speechless.

The little one, however, shouted, "The one who will kill you has arrived! Everyone, give him a warm welcome!"

"Master!" Wang Congming cried out excitedly.

"Good boy," the little one said with a smile, waving a small hand to gesture for Wang Congming to step back.

"Yes!"

Wang Congming nodded and retreated to Wang Dawan's side. Seeing his son was unharmed, Wang Dawan wept with joy. Although the father and son often traded barbs, their bond was genuine and deep.

As Wu Tian stepped forward, a dead silence fell over the area. All eyes were fixed on his figure. In today's Martial Arts World, who didn't recognize Wu Tian? The title of Martial Emperor was supreme.

"Martial Emperor, are… are you really going to step in?" the Sect Leader of the Huangshan Sect asked as he approached. "I gifted you a skyscraper. You said you would leave the chance to defeat the Sword Saint to us."

"That's right," another Sect Leader chimed in.

Wu Tian chuckled. "If that's the case, be my guest."

"This…" How could they dare?

Finally, some of the more sensible Sect Leaders and Family Heads pleaded, "We implore you to act, Martial Emperor."

Wu Tian nodded. He looked ahead, but not at the Fusang Sword Saint. Instead, his gaze fell upon the third-generation Onikiri in the Saint's hand and the first and second-generation Onikiri at his waist. He stated indifferently, "You have a spirit, and that spirit is what I need."

The onlookers were stunned. They couldn't understand why Wu Tian was speaking to the swords.