Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

The Supreme Elder didn’t want to stay in such a small place anymore; he wanted to go to the continent. Of course, since he wanted to go to the continent, he couldn’t go there to be a servant, could he?

The martial arts technique of Zhou Butong, he was determined to have it.

Based on the Divine Fist Sect’s cultivation technique, a new martial arts technique was created, allowing elders and disciples who already had a foundation in the Divine Fist Sect to cultivate it quickly.

This was another reason the Supreme Elder chose Zhou Butong’s martial arts technique.

"You think you’ve got me cornered?"

"You think I don’t dare to kill you?"

Wu Tian chuckled, his tone flat, but the more he spoke like this, the more it made people feel their scalps ignite and their hair stand on end, especially the Supreme Elder,

who somehow felt as if a great calamity was looming.

"You... you want to kill me? But if you kill me, your secret..." The Supreme Elder’s words were cut off as Wu Tian flicked his hand, the Blood-Transforming God Saber appeared once more, its glow suddenly brightened, and a destructive aura permeated the space.

"You... you really want to kill me?"

Even with Wu Tian’s secret as leverage, faced with such a situation, the Supreme Elder instinctively wanted to evade, immediately without hesitation, wanting to quickly escape.

But it was too late.

Wu Tian’s hand chopped down, and immediately, the Blood-Transforming God Saber struck,

the saber like a flash of lightning—if marked by the blade, death was imminent. Yu Hua had descended the mountain a second time to block King Wu’s army, using the Blood-Transforming God Saber to first injure Nezha, then Lei Zhenzi; Yang Jian used the Eight-Nine Mystical Skill to block this saber.

The Supreme Elder, of course, didn’t know any Eight-Nine Mystical Skill,

and was immediately struck by the saber,

instantly, one leg was chopped off, blood spattered, the person resembling a blood statue.

Struck by the Blood-Transforming God Saber, blood ceaselessly flowed outward, unable to be stopped,

causing overwhelming pain that made the Supreme Elder tremble all over as if struck by a sieve: "Ah ah ah! I was wrong! I was wrong! Spare me."

His eyes filled with pain, horror, and disbelief.

How could Wu Tian dare to kill him?

Was he really not afraid the secret would be leaked?

Blood continued to flow unchecked, before long, the Supreme Elder’s face turned pale.

With blood gone, his whole being shriveled.

Wu Tian smiled, gazing at the other elders and disciples of the Divine Fist Sect,

Wu Tian’s gaze was gentle, devoid of any killing intent,

but still made the Divine Fist Sect elders and disciples feel a chill emanating from their feet, straight to their heads,

making their scalps feel as if exploding.

"Don’t kill us."

"We don’t want to die."

In the eyes of the Divine Fist Sect’s elders and disciples,

Wu Tian was nothing short of a demon.

"Rest assured, it’s just a slash, the depth is approximately..." Wu Tian extended his finger, gesturing a distance,

just the length of a fingernail.

Seeing this, the elders and disciples sighed with relief.

Such a minor wound wouldn’t be fatal, Wu Tian smiled: "This is true."

The elders and disciples of the Divine Fist Sect exchanged a glance,

"Alright, strike then."

"After you strike, you must keep your promise and let us go."

"Yes, from now on, we won’t interfere with one another."

Wu Tian nodded, agreeing solemnly.

The elders and disciples of the Divine Fist Sect all smiled,

only the Supreme Elder knew the Blood-Transforming God Saber was too unbelievable; once struck, the wound would not stop, blood seemed drawn by something, rushing to flow out,

the Supreme Elder wanted to warn the Divine Fist Sect elders and disciples, but when he opened his mouth, he lacked even the strength to speak.

At that moment, Wu Tian pointed a finger, and the Blood-Transforming God Saber shot forward, in the blink of an eye, as swift as lightning, it sliced across the arms of those elders and disciples,

the wound, indeed, was only a fingernail-sized cut.

The elders and disciples breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly noting that Wu Tian indeed kept his word.

But they hadn’t relaxed for long before suddenly, their expressions shifted dramatically—they found their strength gone,

blood, flowing unstoppably,

"No."

"I don’t want to die."

They immediately begged Wu Tian, but Wu Tian remained indifferent to their life and death.

"Didn’t you say? It’s just a superficial wound; you said it would be fine." Retrieving the Blood-Transforming God Saber, Wu Tian shrugged,

The Divine Fist Sect elders and disciples, now already too weak from blood loss, collapsed powerlessly to the ground,

their mouths agape, but lacking strength,

but watching the Supreme Elder become a mummy, drained of blood, they writhed with fear, desperately trying to express their plea.

Yet Wu Tian ignored them, directly leaving.

Watching these elders and disciples, Si’er exclaimed incredulously: "A mere superficial wound, can really cause death?"

Zhou Butong, Dao Feng, and others exchanged a glance, also curious enough to go check, only to find the Divine Fist Sect elders and disciples’ wounds were indeed superficial; such wounds were not fatal, the bleeding only a little, normally would soon scab over and heal.

Such shallow wounds shouldn’t lead to trouble, wouldn’t even require calling a doctor.

But now?

These shallow wounds kept bleeding.

Dao Feng and others examined carefully, instantly, they were dumbfounded!

Yet the wound seemed to have suction,

drawing out the blood from within, subsequently dispersing it.

In the blink of an eye, blood oozed densely from the elders and disciples, although the elders and disciples hadn’t died yet,

they were already powerless, their eyelids heavy, their bodies quickly withering, going from a living person to resembling a mummy,

making anyone who glanced at them feel a chill up their spine.

"Suffering pain before dying?"

Zhou Butong and others were stunned, they had witnessed numerous punishments,

but none as disastrous as the Blood-Transforming God Saber, watching one’s own blood flow out, organs trickle out, truly was terrifying.

As for suicide?

Ha!

The blood flew too swiftly, in a blink, no strength to speak, how could there be strength to commit suicide?

Zhou Butong tried to lift one up, channeling spiritual power to save him.

However, once the spiritual power entered the body, it vanished without a trace.

Realizing this, Zhou Butong was shocked: "No way to save, ordinary treatments are useless."

Upon hearing Zhou Butong’s words,

Dao Feng and others looked grave, their sect leader was truly formidable, not only possessing martial arts techniques but many supreme treasures.

"How many supreme treasures do you think our sect leader has?" Hong Ji ventured to ask,

This...

Surely over twenty?

With this thought, Zhou Butong and others trembled more the longer they considered!

"I think the sect leader big brother’s punitive treasures surely aren’t few either, everyone in front of the sect leader big brother should behave." Si’er reminded everyone in an instant.

Dao Feng and others, terrified and aghast, nodded quickly like pecking chicks.