Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 175 Scared to Pee

"You... how are you still here?" The Xieling Strongmen and the others turned pale as they stared at Michelangelo, their legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Michelangelo chuckled. He had already prepared the dynamite, as he’d thought everyone would be eaten by that Corpse Turtle. He certainly hadn’t expected the Zhao sisters to emerge from the tomb.

"These sisters refuse to tell me what happened in the tomb. If they won’t talk, you will. Otherwise, I’ll drain all of your blood."

Although Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan feared death, they still had integrity. The Zhao sisters would never betray their own people to a foreigner, no matter the circumstances.

"I... I’ll talk." The Xieling Strongmen, the Mount Mover Taoist, and the others exchanged looks. For them, integrity was a long-forgotten concept. From the moment they began tomb raiding—taking artifacts from burial grounds to sell to foreigners—they had already abandoned their heritage.

After the Xieling Strongmen and the Mount Mover Taoist told Michelangelo what had happened inside the tomb, he was equally astonished. He murmured to himself, "I never expected a little girl to kill that huge Corpse Turtle. Incredible. I didn’t even realize she had such power. She must not be an ordinary human."

When Michelangelo learned the details of how the little one had killed the Corpse Turtle, he laughed. I thought the little girl’s power surpassed the Corpse Turtle’s, but it turns out she relied on strategy. She first showed weakness to make the Corpse Turtle underestimate her; otherwise, it might have actually been a match for her. Alright, when she comes out, I’ll take care of her.

But Michelangelo didn’t know that the little one hadn’t pretended to be frightened to feign weakness; she had done it because she was afraid of scaring the Corpse Turtle away. Now, Michelangelo waited by the tombstone for Wu Tian and the little one to emerge.

Michelangelo was determined to obtain that so-called blood. He was of the Blood Clan, but not among its most noble members. If he had that blood, everything would be different.

「Inside the tomb...」

This blood is truly extraordinary. Cao Cao placed it together with Guo Jia in a tomb that is incredibly hard to find. It seems likely Cao Cao stole this item from somewhere, but he must have also feared it, which is why he hid it here. Wu Tian could only speculate. A single drop of this blood was enough to unleash a person’s entire lifelong potential. In that instant, the person would become a mighty expert, but it would only last for a moment before they disintegrated into dust.

This was because mortals could not withstand the blood. Wu Tian figured that if he completely drained the Spiritual Energy from it, the blood would naturally become ordinary. At the same time, after he entered the Tongxuan Realm, his Divine Body would surely undergo a massive transformation.

Thinking of this, Wu Tian made a calculation. The final result of his Divine Body’s transformation could be summed up in five words: "Demon Blood Stains the Heavens!"

Wu Tian smiled. Holding the little one, he walked out. His Spiritual Sense had already shown him everything that was happening outside the tomb.

By the tombstone, Michelangelo saw Wu Tian and the little one emerge. Wu Tian was holding a wooden box in his hand. As a member of the Blood Clan, Michelangelo’s sensitivity to blood was far beyond that of an ordinary person. To him, the fresh blood in that wooden box was the ultimate delicacy, much like how mortals longed for a Pan Peach.

Without another word, Michelangelo rushed toward Wu Tian and the little one, his face a mask of greed. He was normally a rational man, but in the presence of such blood, he simply couldn’t restrain himself. Like a drug addict, his handsome face twisted into a hideous expression. As he charged, he couldn’t help but dream of a glorious future.

I will become an exalted being like Cain, revered by thousands of the Blood Clan. Then, I will lead the Blood Clan to rise up and conquer humanity. Humans will become our caged pets. Only the Blood Clan will be the supreme existence!

SMACK!

Lost in his fantasies, Michelangelo reached Wu Tian. He was excited, thrilled. But at that very moment, Wu Tian’s foot lashed out, the sole of his shoe striking Michelangelo’s handsome, pale face, which was slightly contorted with excitement.

Instantly, Michelangelo realized he had been dreaming. He could never possess such a future. The moment his face collided with the sole of Wu Tian’s shoe, he felt as if he’d been hit by a locomotive. His head reeled, and his entire body was sent flying. At the same time, his body burst apart piece by piece until he was dead beyond dead.

"..."

Even if they were fools, Zhao Zetian, Zhao Mulan, and the others now understood one thing: this Wu Tian was no normal person. Wu Tian’s gaze landed calmly on the Xieling Strongman, the Mount Mover Taoist, and the others.

"I was wrong," the Mount Mover Taoist pleaded.

"Yes, it was our boss who talked to the vampire! It has nothing to do with us!"

"That’s right, it was all our boss’s scheme!"

The Xieling Strongman’s underlings, already dissatisfied with their leader, betrayed him one after another.

The Xieling Strongman panicked and knelt down to beg for mercy. "It wasn’t me! Not me! Mr. Wu Tian, you have to investigate this properly!"

"I don’t know who is right and who is wrong," Wu Tian said calmly, but his tone turned chillingly cold the next moment. "In that case, it’s better to kill the innocent than to let the guilty escape."

In truth, Wu Tian knew exactly what had happened. He was disappointed in the Xieling Strongman, the Mount Mover Taoist, and their kind. It seemed that every Sect’s founder began with lofty ideals, only for their legacy to decay over time.

Wu Tian lifted his left hand.

WHOOSH!

The yin energy in the cave gathered in Wu Tian’s hand, and everyone was instantly gripped by a sense of impending doom.

"No, we have to run!" the Mount Mover Taoist knew Wu Tian was about to attack them.

"Right! There are a lot of us. If we run together, he can’t possibly kill us all!" The Xieling Strongman also felt his scalp tingle and immediately turned to flee. His underlings followed suit. The entire group scrambled to leave the cave.

Wu Tian’s voice seemed to crawl up from the depths of hell.

"Die."

The voice was cold and devoid of all humanity. The sound alone made the escaping Xieling Strongman and Mount Mover Taoist shudder violently. In all their years of tomb raiding, they had never felt such a heart-stopping fear.

The next moment, they discovered that although their legs were pumping, they were still running in place.

"What’s going on?"

"Are we seeing ghosts?"

Wu Tian reached his right hand out toward the Void before him, and the Mount Mover Taoist and the others suddenly found themselves being dragged backward.

"No!"

"Please, don’t!"

The Xieling Strongman, the Mount Mover Taoist, and the others were already pale with terror. Several of them were so frightened they wet themselves.