Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"I falsely claimed to be righteous!"

"What kind of Righteous Path cultivator am I? I watched an innocent person be killed right before my eyes, yet I didn’t dare to step forward and help! I am useless!"

The spectating Immortal Seekers were filled with remorse, hating their own cowardice. They felt sick to their stomachs, but even so, their feet felt as if they were weighed down by thousands of pounds, completely unable to move. They were afraid. In their eyes, even the most chivalrous person would be stopped in their tracks by the name "Righteous Alliance."

Just as the nine disciples’ swords were about to fall, no one saw the expected spray of blood. Instead, the nine of them suddenly and bizarrely froze in place, completely motionless.

What was going on? The Immortal Seekers were dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Who had interfered? They hadn’t noticed a thing. At this point, they began to suspect it wasn’t sabotage, but that the nine disciples had simply had a sudden change of heart. Even the Heavenly King thought so.

"Have you been possessed by demons?" the Heavenly King roared. He strode forward and pushed one of the nine disciples.

Instantly, something jaw-dropping occurred. Cracks suddenly appeared on the disciple’s body, spreading in an instant like a spiderweb. Then, as a gust of wind blew past, his entire body crumbled like earth and stone. The other eight followed suit, turning to ash and vanishing without a trace.

What? The Heavenly King was stunned, and everyone else was utterly astonished. When had these nine disciples been attacked? With so many Immortal Seekers present, how had not a single one of them noticed?

"Look, what is that?" Beiming Fenghua of the Heavenly Demon Palace was the first to spot something, exclaiming in shock.

The others followed her gaze and saw a Blood Mist spreading from the far side of the sky. In the next moment, the Blood Mist enveloped all the Immortal Seekers. Instantly, the air turned sinister and chillingly cold. Surrounded by the Blood Mist, the area felt like a frigid hell as the intense cold saturated the space around them. A tremor of fear ran through every heart. It felt as though a great demon lord had arrived.

The Heavenly King’s pupils constricted. He looked at Beiming Fenghua and stammered nervously, "Could it be... could it be the Alliance Hierarch of the Evil Alliance?"

Beiming Fenghua’s lovely face tightened with tension. Currently, the Righteous Alliance reigned supreme, largely because the Alliance Hierarch of the Evil Alliance had been in seclusion for many years. But who else in the Underground World could conjure such a terrifying scene besides him?

Finally, the Blood Mist thinned but did not disperse, revealing three figures. The leader strolled forward at a leisurely pace, yet each step he took caused tremors that felt like landslides.

"Wu Tian?"

Seeing him, the crowd’s reactions varied from shock and delight to worry and fright. Was Wu Tian really this formidable?

The people of Peach Blossom Spring, who didn’t understand Cultivation, naturally couldn’t discern Wu Tian’s true power.

"Quick, run!"

"Yes, get out of here!"

The simple and sincere villagers didn’t want Wu Tian to die with them. They only hoped he would kill a few more of those scoundrels to do right by them.

"Is he really that powerful?" Beiming Fenghua hesitated, a bad premonition creeping into her heart. Could it be true, what Yin Fengxue and that bastard said? That offending Wu Tian is a dead end? Though the thought terrified her, she refused to admit she could be wrong.

The Heavenly King gritted his teeth. "It’s an illusion! A mirage! It must be! He only awakened his Spirit Root recently. How could he possibly be this powerful?"

Beiming Fenghua nodded in agreement.

"Kill!" Beiming Fenghua and the Heavenly King ordered simultaneously.

At once, the members of the Eastern Taizhong Palace and the Heavenly Demon Palace gritted their teeth and summoned their courage. They believed the Heavenly King’s words that it was all an illusion and Wu Tian wasn’t that strong. They unleashed their Daoist Magic and Flying Swords, sending them hurtling toward him.

"Courting death!" Wu Tian’s voice was glacial. The Killing Intent in his eyes flared, transforming into a Blood Glow that slaughtered all in its path.

"Overestimating yourselves!" he snarled. An overwhelming Killing Intent emanated from his mouth, forming a volley of blood arrows that blotted out the sky. In an instant...

"AHHH!"

"ARGH!"

"NO!"

Piercing screams filled the air. In the blink of an eye, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace and the Eastern Taizhong Palace had been reduced to ashes, dead beyond dead.

Wu Tian’s might shook the cosmos. His methods terrorized the world. The display plunged the entire area into a dead silence.

"What are these techniques? Is that Daoist Magic?"

"What school of Daoist Magic is that from?"

The Immortal Seekers were dumbfounded, shocked to their cores. They wondered if they were dreaming. They had never seen nor heard of Wu Tian’s methods before.

Even the Heavenly King and Beiming Fenghua were startled. "H-how can he be so powerful?"

The Heavenly King and the Great Elders were terrified. One Elder was so frightened he suffered a fatal heart attack. Even though they were cultivators, such mortal afflictions still plagued them unless one could reach a High Realm of Cultivation. That Elder died of fright.

"I was wrong... I was wrong." Beiming Fenghua knew she had made a grave mistake. It turned out Yin Fengxue and Lin Fa had been right all along. This Wu Tian was a genuine Demon God who couldn’t be provoked. To provoke him was to die. Her eyes, filled with shock, were fixed on Wu Tian’s figure.

The surviving members of the Heavenly Demon Palace backed away step by step, terrified. Some even dropped to the ground, trying to scramble away on all fours. They now regretted following Beiming Fenghua. She had the ambition of Wu Zetian but none of the luck. Just imagine, if Li Shimin were still alive when Li Zhi became Emperor, would Wu Zetian have even survived, let alone become Empress herself?

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Under everyone’s shocked gazes, Wu Tian walked step by step until he stood before the Heavenly King and Beiming Fenghua.

"Step forward and die!"

His Killing Intent would clearly not subside until he had slaughtered to his heart’s content. Beiming Fenghua understood this point all too well.

The Heavenly King had his guard down around her. Seizing the opportunity, her eyes turned cold as she shoved him forward with her palm.

"What?" the Heavenly King cried out in horror.

Wu Tian lashed out with a kick, booting the Heavenly King as if he were a ball, intending to kick him to death. The Heavenly King was aghast, but seeing Wu Tian use a simple kick instead of one of his other bizarre techniques, he felt a wave of relief. How could I possibly be killed by a mere kick?

Instantly, he spat, and a Sky-Piercing Halberd materialized in his hand, which he thrust directly at Wu Tian’s descending foot.

CRACK!

A shattering sound echoed out. The onlookers stared, utterly dumbfounded.