Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 259 - 260 Decaying (2/5)

"No, no, no, I don’t believe it." Murong Ziqi’s face was ferocious. He was groomed by the Murong Family; how could he be inferior to a commoner?

With a twisted expression, Murong Ziqi gripped his Purple Soft Sword tightly as his Inner Strength surged, pushing his aura to its peak. Then, the Purple Soft Sword shot forward like a venomous snake darting from its hole, tearing toward Wu Tian. WHOOSH! The blade cut through the air, letting out a strange, hissing sound.

Wu Tian made his move. Just as the Soft Sword neared him, he flicked a finger against the blade.

CLANG!

The Soft Sword vibrated violently.

The next moment, Murong Ziqi staggered back repeatedly, almost losing his grip on the Purple Soft Sword.

Wu Tian’s lips curled into a smile. "Is this the Swordsmanship your Sword Emperor master taught you? Disappointing, truly disappointing."

Murong Ziqi might be a standout among his generation, but he’s nothing to me. This city is a bit boring. What about the world outside it? Is something else hidden out there? That was what Wu Tian wanted to find out.

"You... you insult me?" Murong Ziqi roared in anger, preparing to use the Swordsmanship taught to him by the Sword Emperor.

Wu Tian shook his head and walked straight up to him, pointing a finger at Murong Ziqi. The gesture looked light and without much force, seemingly easy to counter.

As Murong Ziqi raised his Purple Soft Sword to block, Wu Tian’s finger connected with the blade.

CLANG!

A powerful shock ran through Murong Ziqi’s hand, splitting the webbing between his thumb and forefinger and sending blood dripping to the floor. Fear mounted in his heart. His hand had gone numb and was now trembling with fear. Bright red blood streamed from the wound.

"How is this possible... How can he be so strong?" Murong Ziqi was horrified beyond measure, his scalp tingling with fear. He’s going to kill me! I never could have imagined that a light flick of a finger could possess such lethal power. It’s simply inconceivable. Could even my master, the Sword Emperor, do something like this? If the Sword Emperor himself had told me this was possible, I would have dismissed it as a fairy tale.

But this was only the beginning.

SWOOSH!

As if toying with a small animal, Wu Tian pointed his finger again.

With this single motion, CLANG! The Purple Soft Sword shattered, unable to withstand the force.

Wu Tian pointed a third time.

CRACK!

Murong Ziqi tried to block with his fist, only for the bones in his hand to be pulverized.

When Wu Tian raised his finger again, Murong Ziqi panicked, cold sweat pouring down his face. If this continues, I’m going to die.

Desperate, Murong Ziqi tried to flee, but there was no escape. Wu Tian pointed his finger one last time. With a sickening sound, Murong Ziqi spat a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, utterly powerless to resist.

Now, Murong Ziqi lay collapsed on the ground, gasping breathlessly.

"How... How could the gap be so vast?"

More and more blood poured from Murong Ziqi’s wounds, instantly soaking his white shirt. Wu Tian continued to walk toward him.

"No... don’t kill me," Murong Ziqi pleaded from the ground, his eyes filled with immense shock and terror. I can’t believe this day has come... to be so easily defeated, to be killed like an ant. The blow is too terrifying, too heavy. I can’t accept this. I don’t want to die... I worked so hard to get to where I am today. I am the Murong Family’s best hope in this era for restoring our nation. How can I die here?

The other members of the Murong Family exchanged glances, but not a single one stepped forward to plead for Murong Ziqi. Among them were his half-brothers and even his full-blooded brothers, yet none of them moved. They were all terrified for their own lives and had begun to hate Murong Ziqi for dragging them into this mess.

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"Is... is this really Wu Tian?" Zheng Tianshi and Hong Mei had witnessed Wu Tian’s Medical Technique, but they had never seen him fight. Upon seeing this, their eyes filled with disbelief. My God! Is this man even human?

Both Zheng Tianshi and Hong Mei had participated in wars in the past and had seen many formidable individuals, but they had never seen anyone so powerful that they could inflict such damage with just a finger.

This... this is a monster!

"It’s wonderful that the Prime Minister has such a descendant, truly wonderful," Zheng Tianshi exclaimed with joy as he came to his senses. Hong Mei felt the same.

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THUD. THUD. THUD.

The sound of footsteps echoed as Wu Tian finally came to a stop in front of Murong Ziqi.

Murong Ziqi raised his head to see Wu Tian standing over him. His face filled with even more fear. Any composure he might have had vanished completely in the face of death.

"You... you can’t kill me. I’m your cousin!"

A truly formidable man fears nothing, not even death. Alas, Murong Ziqi was not such a man. His talent might have surpassed that of many great figures, but he lacked their indomitable heart.

"Many people don’t want to die, but in the end, don’t they all meet the same fate?" Wu Tian’s lips curved into a sinister smile, unwilling to spare Murong Ziqi now that he had crossed his bottom line.

"Father, Grandfather..." Murong Ziqi shouted.

"No, no, no." Murong Zhongzheng gazed at his grandson before finally running forward. "Could you spare him on the grounds that he is your cousin?" he asked Wu Tian.

Wu Tian chuckled coldly and scanned the room. "Anyone else wish to plead for Murong Ziqi?" His tone was so chilling it seemed to drop the temperature of the air, and those who heard it couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably.

Murong Guangfu, Murong Ziqi’s father, wanted to step forward, but found he didn’t dare. He was torn by indecision.

Ziqi is my son. He’s going to die! No, as his father, I can’t let that happen! But another thought wormed its way into his mind. You have many sons. He’s just one of them, so what if he dies? Are you going to go up there? What if Wu Tian kills you too? Then you won’t have saved your son, and you’ll have thrown your own life away.

Murong Guangfu was in agony. He wanted to step forward, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He hated himself for his weakness. He bit his lip so hard that it bled, but still, he could not move, as if his feet had taken root in the ground.

"Murong Ziqi, do you see? Your own father doesn’t care about you," Wu Tian said. "This daydream of building an empire can rot a family to the core, and it can rot the bonds of kinship as well. In the end, everything returns to dust."

Wu Tian raised his right foot to stomp down on Murong Ziqi’s heart. The blow would surely shatter it, killing him instantly.

"No! My master... my master is the Sword Emperor!" he cried out, his heart breaking at the sight of his own father, Murong Guangfu, abandoning him. But my master... the Sword Emperor... he truly loves me as his disciple. I know it. He cares for me like a father cares for a son. He won’t stand by and let this happen to me.

But could the name of the Sword Emperor truly be enough to deter Wu Tian?