Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

The Chief Minister was certain of victory!

In the live broadcast, the Fusang Sword Saint used his Three Sword Style and charged toward Wu Tian. He rushed forward so fiercely that the very air was torn apart, and the sound of the void being sundered rang out loudly! But that wasn’t all; a wave of Killing Intent had already locked onto Wu Tian. This Killing Intent had nothing to do with onlookers like Wang Congming, yet even from the sidelines, they turned pale with fright.

One could only imagine how powerful the Fusang Sword Saint truly was.

The Martial Practitioners of the Dragon Country grew extremely anxious. If the Martial Emperor truly intended to face the Three Sword Style with his feet, it was nothing short of courting death.

"Martial Emperor, where is your Seven-Star Dragon Abyss?"

"Yes, hurry and use the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss!"

"Our Dragon Country’s famous sword is no worse than Fusang’s demon blades!"

After the Sword Emperor died, Wu Tian had also taken his swords into the Nine Dragon Ring. Those two blades possessed a special power, and the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss was no different. It could gather the surrounding Dragon Qi, and if one gained its acknowledgment, they could unleash Sword Qi as mighty as a dragon’s, even without knowing any swordsmanship.

But Wu Tian had no plans to use the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss. The little one remained in his arms; he didn’t even put her down. Seeing this, Wang Congming and the others grew even more worried for Wu Tian, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Just then, Wu Tian took a step forward and slightly raised his right foot. Everyone was stunned. Is he really going to use his foot? The next moment, Wu Tian kicked out, colliding directly with the ferocious Three Sword Style.

BOOM! The sound was deafening.

Everyone was terrified by the aftermath of the collision. The ground at the port shattered and cracked. Thick smoke billowed out, completely obscuring the results of the battle within. Most people, however, believed the Martial Emperor of the Dragon Country was finished.

"How can a man win a fight against a demonic entity like that?" one of the Sect leaders sighed deeply. The others nodded in agreement.

Wang Congming exclaimed in fright, "Then my Little Master is doomed as well?" Sadness filled his eyes.

Wang Dawan thought of the adorable little girl and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Hai Zhong, meanwhile, was ecstatic. He snatched the camera from a staff member, aimed it at his own face, and crowed, "Viewers, did you see that? Do you ordinary folk think this is a movie? No, this is real! Fusang is far stronger than our Dragon Country! Everyone, follow my lead and let’s all go become Fusangs!"

He had barely finished speaking when a sudden gust of wind swept the dust and smoke away. In the center of the shattered earth stood Wu Tian, perfectly still. The little one in his arms was also unharmed, her expression as cute as ever.

Meanwhile, the Fusang Sword Saint lay on the ground, drenched in blood.

"No... Impossible!" The Fusang Sword Saint could no longer get up. Wu Tian had said he would defeat him with a single kick, and he had done just that.

The Fusang Sword Saint asked in disbelief, "Your... your body... how can it be harder than my Kitetsu Body?"

Visible cracks had appeared on the blades of the Third Generation Kitetsu, the Second Generation Kitetsu, and the First Generation Kitetsu. Seeing this, Wang Congming and the others were left with their minds completely blank, utterly dumbfounded. Though they hated to admit it, they all knew that the Kitetsu blades were exceptionally sharp, a cut above even some of the Dragon Country’s most famous swords.

Yet swords like these were no match for Wu Tian’s foot? A foot? Was it really his foot? everyone wondered strangely.

...But Wu Tian paid no mind to their thoughts. His cold eyes looked past the Fusang Sword Saint, focusing instead on the Third Generation Kitetsu in the man’s left hand, the Second Generation Kitetsu in his right, and the First Generation Kitetsu that had fallen to the side.

"Once I destroy these Kitetsu blades, you will be reduced to ash! Those who make an enemy of me are destined for destruction, be they man or Ghost God."

As his words fell, Wu Tian’s foot stomped down on the Third Generation Kitetsu. His foot descended with endless power, like a heavenly pillar crashing to the earth.

CRACK! The Third Generation Kitetsu was shattered beneath his foot.

"Aaaargh!" the Fusang Sword Saint roared in agony.

As the Third Generation Kitetsu split apart, its Spiritual Energy transformed into an invisible stream that flowed into Wu Tian’s body. This was far more beneficial than a hundred years of Cultivation on Earth.

"No... Don’t... Spare me!" The Fusang Sword Saint’s voice was shrill, like that of a tormented demon, utterly chilling. His screams made the scalps of everyone nearby crawl with fear.

"I’m taking your Spiritual Energy," Wu Tian said, his eyes indifferent. With another stomp, he shattered the Second Generation Kitetsu.

BANG! A thunderous explosion echoed out. The Second Generation Kitetsu completely burst apart, its Spiritual Power erupting forth and pouring into Wu Tian’s body.

"No..." The Fusang Sword Saint’s voice grew feeble, so faint that Wang Congming and the others could no longer make out his words.

The Sword Spirit was terrified; it didn’t want to vanish. As long as the First, Second, and Third Generation Kitetsu blades existed, it, the Sword Spirit, was supposed to be immortal. But it had never imagined that someone could actually destroy the bodies of the Kitetsu blades.

Is he even human? the Sword Spirit thought, horrified beyond belief.

At that moment, Wu Tian’s final kick came down like a sledgehammer, stomping on the First Generation Kitetsu.

CRACK! The blade was brutally crushed.

Its Spiritual Power split into two streams. One entered Wu Tian’s body, and the other entered the little one’s.

"AAAAARGH!" The Fusang Sword Saint let out a final, miserable scream. His face was a mask of boundless terror, and his ghostly, agonizing howls were filled with utter despair! The sound was more horrifying than the squeal of a pig at slaughter.

Finally, the Fusang Sword Saint’s body exploded into a cloud of Blood Mist and vanished without a trace.

Silence. A deathly silence.

The Martial Arts Worlds of both the Dragon Country and Fusang were stunned. They couldn’t believe the Fusang Sword Saint was gone, just like that. Had the original human Sword Saint died, they would have been shocked. But for *this* Fusang Sword Saint—the Sword Spirit that had seized his body—to die... that was what they found truly unbelievable.

Their hearts trembled, for Wu Tian was simply too terrifying, too brutal. With Wu Tian having killed the Fusang Sword Saint so effortlessly, who would ever again dare challenge him for the title of the world’s number one?

He was destined to be the strongest man on the face of the Earth.

Wu Tian didn’t linger and headed straight for his car. The people in his path scrambled to get out of the way, parting in awe to form a path. Like an Emperor striding through a court of his ministers, Wu Tian reached his vehicle.

"Dad, you forgot someone. You haven’t dealt with him yet," the little one in his arms said suddenly, pointing at Hai Zhong.

Wang Congming and the others also glared angrily at Hai Zhong.

Hai Zhong trembled and fell to his knees. "Everyone, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please, on account of us sharing the same Dragon Country blood, of us both being descendants of Yan and Huang, forgive me just this once! As the saying goes, we are born of the same root, so why rush to burn one another?"

His words disgusted Wu Tian. "You are unworthy of being from the Dragon Country!"

Wu Tian snorted. Then, under the astonished eyes of the crowd, Hai Zhong’s body began to crack inch by inch. Drenched in blood, it finally exploded.

No one in the crowd had seen the Martial Emperor make a move. The members of the Dragon Country’s Martial Arts World were terrified, trembling in fear. From that day on, none of them would ever dare to compete with Wu Tian for the top position again. They wouldn’t even dare to dream of being his equal.