Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"It’s a pity it’s still evening," Abe said in frustration. "The sun hasn’t set yet, so we can’t go out."

"This is our first meeting. It truly fits the phrase... ’when kings meet.’" Abe Seimei looked at Wu Tian, his handsome eyes beaming with triumph.

Along the way, the phoenix-like creature Wu Tian rode had destroyed countless beings.

"When kings meet?" Atop the Phoenix, Wu Tian was slightly taken aback when he heard Abe Seimei’s words.

Since when did an ant dare to compare itself to him and claim ’when kings meet’?

"Is it not so? I am the king among Onmyoji, and you are the king of Martial Arts. Our meeting today can certainly be called... ’when kings meet’!" Abe Seimei looked around and, sure enough, some fearless reporters had arrived. He wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he proclaimed, "This battle will be recorded in the annals of history! Our relationship, to use a phrase you might know, could be called... a Stormy Convergence of Dragon and Tiger!"

「At the same time, in another place.」

The entire courtyard was bathed in moonlight. The moon had dimmed at some point, shrouding the courtyard in what seemed like a black veil.

A breeze drifted by, and Xi Huachi’s eyes narrowed. "Come out."

How could this be? Shi Jintong’s eyes widened. Even though he was a grandmaster of Martial Arts, he hadn’t sensed a thing.

Suddenly, a glint of cold light flashed less than half a meter in front of Xi Huachi, stabbing toward him with silent, lightning speed.

Xi Huachi snorted coldly. The attacker was sent flying back like a kite with a snapped string, hitting the ground with a sharp crack.

"Man under the Moon, after all these years, you still rely on these old tricks."

A moment later, the space a few meters from Shi Jintong twisted, and a figure appeared. The figure seemed transparent; one could even see the scenery behind it through its body.

A cloaking technique? Shi Jintong rubbed his eyes and looked again. By then, the figure had solidified into a physical form.

Cold sweat beaded on Shi Jintong’s forehead. The opponent was now no more than three meters away from him, yet he hadn’t noticed their approach at all. What realm has he reached? If he wanted to take my life, it would be terrifyingly easy.

At that moment, Shi Jintong realized how absurd his purpose here was. Me, protect Xi Huachi? I’d probably be dead before I even knew what hit me.

"Xi Huachi, after so many years, you haven’t changed a bit," a slightly deep voice stated slowly. Within the depths of the figure’s eyes, black and white flames seemed to ignite.

Xi Huachi looked at the Man under the Moon, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow. He knew his opponent had come on a suicide mission. If he succeeded, all of China could be utterly devastated. The defensive line formed by the great martial artists at the border would instantly collapse.

Ultimately, this was a contest of strength between the top echelons of both sides. If the balance were to be upset, it would surely lead to a catastrophe.

"Enough talk. Let’s begin," Xi Huachi said dispassionately.

In an instant, the Man under the Moon’s figure vanished.

Xi Huachi stood as still and imposing as a towering mountain, yet the pressure was so immense that Shi Jintong struggled to breathe.

BOOM!

Xi Huachi suddenly struck out with his palm, hitting the empty air beside him.

Before Shi Jintong could even see what had happened, a figure appeared in mid-air. It was, of course, the Man under the Moon.

A trace of shock appeared in the man’s eyes. He laughed. "I didn’t expect you to see through my technique."

"Child’s play," Xi Huachi said calmly.

Before his voice had even faded, a pitch-black dagger materialized behind him. It was so dark that it didn’t reflect any light, even under the bright moon. In the blink of an eye, it stabbed toward Xi Huachi’s back.

CLANG!

Xi Huachi’s face paled slightly. His palms formed an afterimage in the air as he struck behind him an instant later.

One was a fan of Wu Tian. The other was a follower of the Onmyoji.

Now, their fight was decided.

The fan of Wu Tian was victorious.

So then, would the coming battle between Wu Tian and the king of the Onmyoji play out the same way?