Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"The Ominous Blade?"

When Wu Tian said that the current Sword Saint of Fusang was the Ominous Blade, the surrounding crowd grew even more shocked, erupting in an uproar of disbelief.

"You can actually tell. Not bad, not bad at all," the "Sword Saint of Fusang" spoke, his voice icy and his aura chilling. Anyone he glanced at felt a wave of fear.

"The Ominous Blade? Is it an evil blade?"

"That's right! There are many stories about the Ominous Blade in Fusang."

Suddenly, the martial practitioners from Dragon Country recalled the legends surrounding the Ominous Blade, and their faces turned pale. Could those legends be true?

The Ominous Blade, as the stories went, was an incredibly malevolent sword. There were three in existence: the first, second, and third-generation Ominous Blades. By the third generation, its mana had weakened considerably, but the first-generation Ominous Blade was said to possess world-ending power. Of course, the stronger the power, the greater the price. Every master of the Ominous Blade had died an untimely death, which was why it was known as the "Ominous Blade." Legend said that an evil Sword Spirit dwelled within the blade, capable of eroding its wielder's mind.

Wang Congming and the others never imagined the legends were real. The Sword Saint of Fusang was already dead, but the spirit of the Ominous Blade had possessed his corpse to move on its own.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

"Your blood... is what I need."

The "Sword Saint of Fusang" stalked toward Wu Tian, the sinister aura around him growing heavier. As he walked, he licked his lips, saliva disgustingly trickling down his chin before dripping to the ground. He looked as if he were starving.

"The Sword Saint of Fusang is dead, and the Ominous Blade has taken over his body? Heavens! How can a human possibly defeat such an existence?"

"This is like a ghost story."

"Can the Martial Emperor defeat a being like that?"

Everyone was certain that Wu Tian had no chance of victory.

"A bunch of idiots," the little girl in Wu Tian's arms scoffed. Her intuition told her that this so-called Sword Spirit, even in a human body, was no match for her father. It was like a minor demon acting brashly before the Underworld King—a complete overestimation of its own abilities, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly courting death.

But the others didn't share the little girl's confidence. They believed it was impossible for a human to fight against ghosts and monsters. Looking at Wu Tian, they couldn't help but sigh. It seemed a Martial Emperor of his generation was about to fall today. What a pity. A true pity.

Some people even began to quietly slip away. They were sure Wu Tian was no match for the "Sword Saint of Fusang." If we don't leave, what if it kills Wu Tian and decides that wasn't enough, turning on us next?

Hai Zhong, however, was looking spirited again. He didn't understand anything about Sword Spirits, but he let out a few barks to show his loyalty to the "Sword Saint of Fusang." I am forever your dog!

But the "Sword Saint of Fusang" couldn't be bothered with him, feeling that even killing him would dirty its hands.

Wu Tian spoke calmly, "One kick."

"What?" the "Sword Saint of Fusang" asked, slightly startled.

"Are you an idiot? Or just senile? My dad said he still only needs one kick to deal with you," the little girl, still cradled in Wu Tian's arms, snorted at the "Sword Saint of Fusang."

One kick?

It wasn't just the "Sword Saint of Fusang"; the entire area fell deathly silent once again.

Wang Congming and the others wondered if the little girl had misunderstood her father. Killing the Sword Saint of Fusang with one kick was already miraculous. But now he was going to do the same to the "Sword Saint of Fusang" possessed by the Ominous Blade? How... how is that possible?!

They refused to believe it. Their hearts rejected the idea, their mouths wouldn't voice it, and their eyes couldn't accept it. Looking at the little girl, they were sure she must have misinterpreted Wu Tian's words. There was no way he could have meant what she said.

The "Sword Saint of Fusang" quickly recovered, laughing as if he had just heard the world's greatest joke. "Hahahaha! As a blade, my Spiritual Body was split into three. Only when the same person possesses all three Ominous Blades can my Spiritual Body gradually heal and then occupy the body of a Sword Slave! In my thousand years as the first, second, and third-generation Ominous Blades, I've heard plenty of jokes, but today's is the most ridiculous of all."

"You think you can defeat me with one kick? Utterly impossible!"

Finishing his speech, the "Sword Saint of Fusang" scanned the crowd with a cold sneer. "And of course, all of you will die with him! Let me tell you, running is useless. I have memorized your auras. No matter how far you run, I will find you and kill you!"

Holy crap! Are you a dog? Tracking people by their aura just to kill them? The little girl found this hilarious and couldn't help but giggle.

"I hate the sound of a child's laughter! What I love to hear is crying—the sound of miserable, soul-wrenching crying!" the "Sword Saint of Fusang" roared furiously.

The little girl froze.

Wu Tian's eyes turned frosty. "Are you telling my daughter to be quiet?" he said, his voice suddenly sharp. "How audacious. I think it's time for you to just vanish."

As his voice fell, Wu Tian, still holding his daughter, kicked out.

The kick was perfectly ordinary. There was nothing flashy about the move.

The surrounding martial practitioners frowned in confusion. Why would the Martial Emperor use such a simple kick against the "Sword Saint of Fusang"? Wasn't he just asking to be killed?

"Three Sword Style!"

With the third-generation Ominous Blade in his left hand and the second-generation in his right, the "Sword Saint of Fusang" also clenched the first-generation Ominous Blade in his mouth. He charged forward fiercely, his malevolent aura erupting with overwhelming momentum, like an unstoppable army of thousands.

"How terrifying!"

"Y-Yes... The Three Sword Style... it's frighteningly strong."

Some people were already so affected by the sinister aura that they were shaking all over, their teeth chattering.

「Fusang Country.」

"How... How could this happen?" the Emperor of Fusang watched the live broadcast, enraged. The Ominous Blade was using the body of a member of his royal family. What did that make the members of his royal family? Servants? Tools? Thinking about his own situation, the Emperor of Fusang's breathing quickened with fury.

"You'd best endure it," the Chief Minister said coolly. "Dragon Country once had an era called the Three Kingdoms. The rulers of the defeated Shu and Wu states were both sovereigns of fallen nations. Yet one lived out his final years in peace, while the other was killed. Emperor of Fusang, you would do well to learn from Liu Shan."

"..." The Emperor of Fusang clenched his fists tightly. He had to endure it. He had to.

"In fact, An Pei Qingyang already predicted this outcome and told me," the Chief Minister muttered to himself again. In his lonely position of power, the powerless Emperor of Fusang was the only one he could talk to. He looked down on ordinary people. "An Pei Qingyang said the Ominous Blade would borrow the Sword Saint of Fusang's body to battle the Martial Emperor of Dragon Country! Heh, the victor will surely be the Sword Saint of Fusang. Yes, in the eyes of the world, he *is* the Sword Saint of Fusang... No matter what, in the end, it will still be our Fusang that comes out one step ahead of Dragon Country!"