Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

To have their own Divine Temple and be worshipped with incense offerings would be the greatest honor for a Shikigami. After all, Shikigami were born from the beliefs of people, and belief was their very sustenance. Anbei’s words were like telling three gourmets that the most exquisite meal imaginable was waiting for them at home.

In the past, the three great Shikigami would have been overjoyed by such an offer. But now, they could not help but recall something Wu Tian had once said. At this moment, the three Shikigami placed their absolute faith in him. With just three drops of his blood, he had allowed them to undergo a complete Rebirth.

Immediately, reverence and an unparalleled fervor filled the eyes of the three great Shikigami.

"Master!"

They dropped to one knee before Wu Tian, demonstrating their desire to be his slaves and servants. Their single, unified cry of "Master" was like a tsunami, its deafening sound stunning all who heard it.

Shikigami were inherently proud creatures. Although they could be employed by Onmyoji, their relationship was strictly one of partnership. Since when was it a master-servant relationship? The actions of these three great Shikigami left everyone present utterly dumbfounded.

Wu Tian had accomplished something that even legendary Onmyoji could not.

This... how is this possible?

Standing nearby, Anbei Qingyang recalled his own arrogant words: "Isn’t it so? I am the king among Onmyoji, and you are the king of Martial Arts. Today, our meeting should indeed be written as... King meets King! This battle will be recorded in the annals of history. Our relationship, in a nutshell, could be depicted as... the Dragon and Tiger Summit!"

The memory of these words filled Anbei Qingyang with a profound sense of shame, and he involuntarily lowered his head. If Wu Tian is a king, then how am I, Anbei Qingyang, worthy of that title? What ’King meets King’? If Wu Tian is a dragon, then I am merely an insect. What ’Dragon and Tiger Summit’?

As for the other enemies, their legs trembled with fear. The imposing aura of the three great Shikigami was so intimidating that many of them wet themselves in terror. In their eyes, Wu Tian had become a true demon.

"Capture the leader first!" Yamata no Orochi shouted. It was unaware of the Phoenix’s true strength and remained wary of the three now-loyal Shikigami. Since it had never seen Wu Tian before, it suggested to Anbei and the others that they target him, hoping that success would earn it a Divine Temple of its own.

But no sooner had it spoken than Wu Tian pointed a finger, and a streak of Blood Glow pierced straight through Yamata no Orochi’s body.

All sixteen of Yamata no Orochi’s eyes widened in unison as it stared at Wu Tian in disbelief.

The three great Shikigami had not forgotten the humiliation of being spat upon by the great serpent and laughed mockingly.

"You stupid creature! How dare you disrespect our Master!"

"Anyone with eyes can see how extraordinary our Master is, yet you couldn’t? You may have many eyes, but it seems they’re set on eight different asses. It’s just that those asses happen to look like faces."

"You’re the shame of all Shikigami, the champion of trash."

Yamata no Orochi seethed with rage. It desperately wanted to argue that it had eight heads, not eight asses, and that it was the king of Shikigami, not their disgrace. But before it could utter a word, it died.

It had made a magnificent entrance only to exit the stage in the most disgraceful manner imaginable. Even in its final moments, it could not comprehend how a mere human could be so overwhelmingly powerful.

With Yamata no Orochi dead, the other enemies were paralyzed with fear.

"No mercy!" Wu Tian’s voice was as cold and sharp as ice. A murderous Killing Intent surged from him, sending a chill down the spines of the Five Elders and everyone else present.

The Phoenix flapped its wings and moved to engage the other enemies. The three great Shikigami also sprang into action, charging toward the Five Elders. The Elders had come to deal with Wu Tian, but they were intercepted by the three Shikigami before they could even lay a hand on him.

"You five old men, what right do you have to fight our Master?"

"You would only dirty his hands. Even if he kicked you to death, you’d just soil his shoes."

"That’s right. You five are so filthy, I can’t even be bothered to kill you. But since our Master has given the order, we must reluctantly oblige."

After their Rebirth, the three Shikigami had become incredibly sharp-tongued. Their insults nearly made the Five Elders spit blood, but the fight had already begun. The Elders were completely dominated by the three Shikigami.

After thirty rounds, Fukuda of the Five Elders was slain.

After forty-five rounds, Koizumi fell next.

By the sixty-first round, Aso was also dead.

"Time out, time out!" Anbei cried out in terror. He was only one hundred and seventy-two years old—still young! He didn’t want to die.

"Yes, time out! I have something to say!" Hatoyama chimed in desperately. He was only one hundred and eighty-one. How could he possibly die so young?