Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

The Mountain King was completely obliterated, his body exploding in a spray of blood. It was a horrific sight for all who watched.

However, this was just the beginning.

With a single flap of its wings, the Phoenix conjured a mighty gale. The arrows stuck in its feathers were instantly sent flying back toward the men of Wakayama, raining down in a torrential storm.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

One by one, the warriors of Wakayama were struck down and killed by their own arrows.

Furthermore, the force generated by the Phoenix’s wings was immeasurably greater than that of any bow. A single arrow could pierce clean through one man’s body and carry on into the person behind him. It was like they were being skewered.

Agonized screams tore through the air above Wakayama, rising and falling in waves. In an instant, the mountain was transformed into a demonic range. The cries were so bloodcurdling they terrified the ordinary citizens in the town below. The mountain springs themselves ran red with blood.

Riding atop the Phoenix, Wu Tian gave a cold command, "Carve a path of destruction straight to the Eastern Capital!"

"Yes!"

The Phoenix cried out, delighted to be in action with its father. That dumb dog and stupid fish would never have this kind of opportunity.

Of course, the Phoenix had no idea where the Eastern Capital was, so it simply flew toward the most populated areas. This island isn’t that big, anyway. I’ll find it eventually!

Each time it flew over a town, the Phoenix flapped its wings with extra force. Instantly, buildings were obliterated and people were swept into the air. The number of casualties was impossible to count.

The houses in Fusang were different from those in the Dragon Country, where most buildings were constructed from reinforced concrete. This was not the case in Fusang. Following the great Kobe earthquake, the government had mandated that all civilian residences be built as North American-style wooden structures.

Now, the windstorm from the Phoenix’s wings was unstoppable. It swept through everything, throwing the people of Fusang into turmoil.

Naturally, the government soon responded by deploying modern weaponry. Fusang’s F-2 fighter jets were launched, and ground forces were mobilized. Tanks and artillery cannons were aligned in a gleaming row, ready to fire.

"Fire! Attack!" the Army Marshal personally commanded.

The Air Force Great General took to the skies, piloting his own fighter jet. "How ridiculous!" he snarled. "A sick man of Asia dares to run rampant in our Fusang? Kill him! Shoot him down!"

BOOM!

BOOM!

Shells and missiles streaked through the air. Among them were even so-called cryo-bombs, but Wu Tian, perched calmly on the Phoenix, looked entirely unconcerned.

"Thirty degrees left... twenty degrees right!"

Wu Tian’s Spiritual Sense perfectly tracked and anticipated the trajectory of every projectile. Under his direction, the Phoenix effortlessly dodged them all. To Wu Tian, a military that couldn’t hit its target was useless.

And what if they did manage to hit him? His body was immortal and indestructible.

The Phoenix left the ravaged town behind and soared toward the next.

By the time the military arrived, the town was already a ruin, looking as if it had been scoured by a typhoon or a tornado. The number of casualties among the people of Fusang was unknown. There were the severely wounded and the lightly injured; few, if any, escaped unscathed.

"How could the Dragon Country’s Martial Emperor come to our Fusang? You officials owe the people an explanation!"

"Yes, we demand an explanation!"

"Did that Chief Minister do something stupid again and drag us into this mess?"

"We demand a new Chief Minister!"

"Change the Chief Minister!"

"Change the Chief Minister!"

"..."

Civil unrest erupted among the populace. At the same time, fearless reporters began live-streaming the scene. Journalists from the Dragon Country and other nations rushed to Fusang. At that moment, over eighty percent of the world’s population was watching the same broadcast.

Those unaware of the Martial Arts World were shell-shocked.

Those who knew of it, however, never imagined that the Dragon Country’s Martial Emperor would do something so brazen. To provoke the entire nation of Fusang all by himself?

Why call it a provocation? Because not even the martial artists of the Dragon Country’s own Martial Arts World believed that Wu Tian, no matter how powerful, could actually annihilate Fusang. That was impossible. Historically, no one had ever single-handedly destroyed a nation.

Regardless, one thing was certain: Fusang had suffered a humiliating loss of face.

「Meanwhile」

At the Devotion National Shrine, a place that enshrined the soldiers and military families who had died for Fusang—most of whom fell during the invasion of the Dragon Country and the Pacific War—a meeting was taking place. Its attendees had always believed there was nothing wrong with the wars of the past.

In addition to the Chief Minister, the Emperor of Fusang, and Abe Seiyou, five old men were present. All five had white hair, pallid complexions, and severe dark circles under their eyes. They emanated a cold, eerie aura. Any who saw them would think they were not living men, but zombies. Their presence felt as malevolent as a ghost’s, and their origins were anything but simple.

It was said that Fusang’s history was inextricably linked to five great families:

The Abe Family!

The Hatoyama Family!

The Aso Family!

The Koizumi Family!

The Fukuda Family!

These five men were known as the Five Elders, but their existence was a secret known only to the highest echelons of Fusang’s government. Others had heard of their families, but no one knew that these ancient patriarchs were still alive. Each of the Five Elders here was over one hundred and fifty years old.

The Emperor of Fusang spoke first. "The Chief Minister’s plan was a mistake, and he must be held accountable. I propose the Chief Minister relinquishes his authority!"

With public resentment toward the Chief Minister at an all-time high, the Emperor of Fusang saw an opportunity for the imperial family to reclaim its power.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

One of the Five Elders was an Abe. He was an ancestor to both Abe Seiyou and the current Chief Minister, Abe Saburo—a man from a generation even before their grandfathers. He would not allow the Abe Family’s power to be stripped away.

He shot the Emperor of Fusang a single glance.

The Emperor shivered involuntarily, feeling as if he had been targeted by something sinister.

The other four elders mulled over Abe’s words. Fukuda was the one who spoke. "There’s no need for him to relinquish his power, but an apology to the people of Fusang is essential."

"Yes!" the Chief Minister immediately agreed. He couldn’t believe it. He’d only sent men to kidnap Wu Tian’s daughter—an attempt that hadn’t even succeeded! And for that, Wu Tian was raising hell in Fusang? Deep down, the Chief Minister cursed Wu Tian for being so unreasonable and petty.

Abe nodded. "Then it is decided. Your Majesty, you should focus on being a peaceful monarch. Let us, your subjects, handle the burdens of power."

The Emperor of Fusang nodded, a bitter smile on his lips. Just who is the monarch, and who is the subject?

Just then, a thought occurred to Abe. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he said, "I believe the principle of Saburo’s plan is correct. Wu Tian possesses the method of Cultivation, and we must obtain it."

"Indeed!" the other four elders all nodded in agreement.

To extend their lives, they needed the method of Cultivation. However, that method was now in the hands of the Underworld. And them? The Underworld looked down on them and refused to let the five old men join its ranks. But Wu Tian’s appearance gave these five elders hope of living for several more centuries.

Hearing the Five Elders’ words, the Chief Minister was overjoyed. "Wu Tian is a veritable demon! I now implore the Five Elders, for the sake of our great Fusang Empire, to vanquish him!"