Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 321 - 323 We Don’t Want This Face Anymore [6/6]

Wu Tian swept his gaze across the group of people and shook his head, baffled. Judging by the tone of the onlookers, these were all renowned figures of the Martial Arts World, yet in Wu Tian's eyes, they were no different from ants. Of course, Wu Tian never looked down on others, but he did despise fools who made themselves his enemy. This group of martial arts veterans had appeared with coldness in their eyes, and Wu Tian understood immediately that they were here for him.

But he was not worried.

Seeing Wu Tian's calm demeanor, the martial arts veterans felt it was a sign of his disdain for them. They had all come together, yet Wu Tian remained composed. Was their combined reputation not enough to intimidate him? This thought made the gazes they directed at Wu Tian grow even more grim.

As martial arts veterans, they might not match the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, but each had their own story. In their respective territories, they were local tyrants adored by countless people. But now? Even with all of them combined, they still couldn't faze Wu Tian. Their hearts weren't just a little frustrated; they were furious.

"Today is the grand swordsmanship tournament, which should have been a joyous and lively event. Yet you've turned it into a slaughterhouse. Your sin is grievous indeed."

"You're right. You have fully revealed your devilish nature."

These martial arts veterans were following Wu Wo's orders because they hoped to obtain Martial Skills from Ghost Valley. Most of them respected the Sword Emperor, and since the Sword Emperor had once wanted Wu Tian dead, they saw his fate as utterly miserable.

"I think you should just kill yourself," one of them, a Daoist priestess, said. She showed none of the Daoist principle of non-action; her words were filled with murderous intent.

Many among the group looked at Wu Tian with fervent eyes. Why? Because Wu Tian, at such a young age, had managed to kill Huang Xuantian, destroy the Whip Clan, and even wreak havoc in Ghost Valley. To these veterans, it could only mean one thing: Wu Tian must have obtained some Divine Technique or Secret Scroll.

If I capture him and torture him, that Divine Technique and Secret Scroll will be mine! Then I'll hide away in the mountains to cultivate. Once I succeed and descend, I'll be the second or third strongest in the world! Many of the martial arts veterans had this same thought, and their eyes gleamed with greed as they stared at Wu Tian.

"Their gazes are disgusting," the little one in Wu Tian's arms said, feeling uncomfortable. She volunteered, "Dad, let me fight them, okay?"

Wu Tian frowned slightly. The little one could handle a one-on-one fight with any of these martial arts veterans, but if they shamelessly ganged up on her, using their numbers to bully a child, she stood no chance of winning.

"Dad, does that mean I can't do it?" the little one asked again in her sweet, childish voice.

"No, you can," Wu Tian's Spiritual Sense suddenly perceived something, prompting him to give her this answer.

"Really?" The little one danced with joy.

Wu Tian had not deliberately lowered his voice, so all the martial arts veterans heard him loud and clear. They were so enraged they nearly burst.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"If we can't even beat a small child, we might as well get out of the Martial Arts World!"

"Indeed! We don't need to gang up on a child. Any one of us could handle her."

"How could we lose to a child? Do you think we cultivated for all these years on a pig?"

The martial arts veterans spoke with righteous indignation. What a joke! We are all hegemons in our own right. How could we possibly lose to a child? And why would we ever resort to ganging up on her? If Wu Tian let his daughter fight them, they would certainly choose one-on-one combat; otherwise, they would lose face.

"Good, good, good." Seeing this group of frogs in a well, Wu Tian couldn't help but laugh, his voice ringing out. "Then I'll let you be defeated at my daughter's hands."

He put the little one down. She immediately asked for the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword. With the sword in hand, her adorable, large eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Hahaha, are you really sending your daughter to her death?" an old man among the veterans sneered. "Since that's the case, we won't be polite. Rest assured, you may be a demon, but we are not. We won't kill your daughter, but crippling her Martial Skills is necessary to prevent her from becoming a scourge to the common people like you in the future."

A woman wielding a sword stepped forward. She was a swordswoman from Western Hunan. She wasn't confident in facing Wu Tian herself, but with the Black and White Swords also present, along with everyone else, she believed nothing was impossible. With this thought, the swordswoman from Western Hunan unhesitatingly struck at the little one.

As she thrust her sword, her Sword Qi condensed, making the blade in her hand appear even sharper. With this single strike, the air itself seemed to rip with a faint tearing sound. Even when facing such a small child, she showed no mercy. One could only imagine that, back in Western Hunan, she killed without batting an eye.

"Hmph, you're not so tough, granny," the little one's eyes flashed as she called the swordswoman, who was only in her twenties, a granny. She fearlessly met the attack, stomped her little foot hard, and thrust the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword forward.

Her thrust was incredibly fierce and powerful.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The tip of her sword clashed directly with her opponent's as the two engaged in combat. It appeared they were evenly matched; the swordswoman from Western Hunan was actually unable to gain an advantage over the little girl.

My goodness, is this a child or a little monster? many of the onlookers cried out in their hearts, never dreaming that a child could be so formidable.

The martial arts veterans were also stunned, but they still believed the little one was no match for the swordswoman from Western Hunan. After all, the swordswoman had been famous for a long time. But just as this thought crossed their minds, the little one gained the upper hand, making them eat their words.

The little one's technique was the Way of the Heavy Sword, where sheer strength could overcome any number of skills. The swordswoman from Western Hunan had many fancy moves, but they were all suppressed by the little one's overwhelming power. Finally, with a single strike, the swordswoman's sword was knocked from her grasp and clattered to the ground.

How can this child's strength be so immense? The swordswoman couldn't believe her eyes, questioning if she was still dreaming.

The little one pressed her advantage, thrusting her sword forward once more.

"How can this be?"

"I'll help you!"

Unable to watch any longer, many of the martial arts veterans intervened. A moment ago they had sworn they wouldn't gang up on a child, but now their promises proved to be nothing but empty words. They all rushed toward the little girl, who scrambled to fend them off.

The martial arts veterans did not stop, intent on capturing her. This child is so powerful! She must have also cultivated some Divine Technique from a Secret Scroll! Greed filled each of their hearts.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Stop!"

At that moment, the Black and White Swords arrived. Seeing a group of people attacking the little girl, they became enraged and hurried to intervene, though the attacking veterans mistakenly thought for a moment that their "allies" had arrived.