Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 330 - 332: 108 Cuts [6/7]
Had an ordinary person claimed they could heal these people, the doctors would have been disdainful and mocked them. But Wu Tian was different. Everyone knew his daughter was the champion of the Divine Doctor Conference. Some from this very hospital had attended, but they were all eliminated in the first round.
"Where are they? Lead the way," Wu Tian said.
Qin Yuhan and the others immediately led him forward. The doctors all followed, curious to see what method Wu Tian had for saving people.
Wu Tian used no needles. He used only his fingers, first tapping the injured person's heart, then touching each of their wounds. Deep or shallow, a prick or a flick. Using his finger as a needle, he moved swiftly and without the slightest pause. He went from one bed to the next without any interruption, like a magician performing a trick, leaving the watching doctors utterly dumbfounded and unable to comprehend what they were seeing.
"Alright, take me to the next ward," Wu Tian said simply.
"Is... is it done?" the doctors asked, dumbstruck.
Wu Tian nodded. The doctors, still in disbelief, walked over to the patients. They found that the conditions of the wounded had indeed stabilized, and some who had been declared dead now had a heartbeat.
They were stunned.
"Is this a Medical Technique?"
"What kind of Medical Technique is this?" The doctors here were all from respectable, orthodox hospitals. They had studied medicine for many years, but at this moment, they simply could not understand what Wu Tian had just done.
Qin Yuhan noticed the beads of sweat on Wu Tian's forehead. She was shocked, having never seen him sweat before. Realizing he must have expended a great deal of energy, she took out her personal, fragrant handkerchief. "Let me wipe your sweat," she said, her face blushing.
Wu Tian nodded, and Qin Yuhan wiped the sweat from his brow.
The little one chuckled. "Now I'm not the only third wheel anymore."
Xiao Tianzan and the others were startled for a moment before realizing that yes, they had all become third wheels.
"Report!" A Wei soldier from the gate suddenly rushed in, his face fraught with panic. "The Sword Emperor... The Sword Emperor has arrived with his men!"
What? At these words, everyone present who understood the Sword Emperor's power turned pale. They hadn't expected him to come to the South. It hadn't even been a month. How could he have come south already?
The little one, with her lovely big eyes, still looked perfectly innocent. Sword Emperor? How could he be more powerful than Daddy?
Yue'er also stood calmly to the side. She had rarely seen Wu Tian in action, but she had absolute confidence in him. Her unwavering trust prompted him to glance her way.
She hurriedly lowered her head, feigning shyness.
"It's just the Sword Emperor. There's no need for all this fuss," one of the doctors said. Of course, they had no idea what the title "Sword Emperor" represented. Ordinary people like them believed Martial Skills were something that only existed on television.
Wu Tian, too, treated the Sword Emperor as a nobody, leaving everyone else in a daze.
"The One Hundred and Eight Generals, where are you?" As Wu Tian spoke, exactly one hundred and eight men stood up in the hospital corridor. His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached every single one of their ears. Seeing such a miraculous skill, Xiao Tianzan and the others felt a wave of relief.
"The Sword Emperor is damned," Wu Tian said coldly. "All of you, go. Each of you will cut him once. Make sure he suffers one hundred and eight cuts."
"Yes, sir!"
The One Hundred and Eight Generals hadn't expected Wu Tian to order them to attack the Sword Emperor, but they did not question his command.
"If the boss says we can do it, then we can absolutely do it!"
"Believers in the boss shall have eternal life!"
"Cut down the Sword Emperor!" one of them roared.
"Cut down the Sword Emperor!"
"Cut down the Sword Emperor!"
The other one hundred and seven roared in unison, their combined presence thunderous. The blood within each of the One Hundred and Eight Generals began to boil, burning and transforming into pure rage as they marched outside together.
Back in the ward, Wu Tian's expression was calm as he said, "Take me to the next room."
The Sword Emperor isn't worthy of my attention. He's unimportant. I'll deal with the outcome later. I just can't let him die so easily. He must suffer immensely before he is allowed to die.
Qin Yuhan and the others led the way, and Wu Tian continued on to the next ward.
Outside the Southern Province Hospital, the Sword Emperor arrived with a large entourage. They were Sect Leaders from the Jianghu sects of the North, Family Heads from the great northern families, and heirs from the Legitimate Lines.
The female anchor and the other reporters were all stunned. The combined aura of the Sword Emperor and his followers was so oppressive they found it difficult to breathe.
"My God, who are these people?"
"I have no idea..."
The Sword Emperor sneered, glanced at the reporters, and said coolly, "Record everything. Let everyone watching on television see how Wu Tian dies at my hand." His voice was imperious, leaving no room for refusal, not that the reporters would have dared to refuse anyway.
The Sword Emperor turned his gaze toward the hospital. His informants in the South had told him that Wu Tian was inside. Now, he would enter, slay the fiend, and add another glorious achievement to his record on behalf of the Righteous Path.
"Look, someone's coming out," a Sect Leader from behind the Sword Emperor suddenly exclaimed.
"Could it be Wu Tian?" someone else asked.
The Sword Emperor and the others all looked over, but they didn't see Wu Tian. Instead, they saw one hundred and eight men. They moved in perfect step, breathed in unison, and shared the exact same expression in their eyes.
The Sword Emperor sensed something extraordinary about these one hundred and eight men, and his pupils contracted slightly. Still, he announced, "You are no match for me. When my sword is drawn, ten thousand swords submit. You are not worthy of my sword. Tell Wu Tian to come out."
The one hundred and eight men exchanged a look. Ever since they began cultivating the Formation, they had been of one mind. Individually, their intelligence was limited, but as a collective, they were formidable.
One of them said provocatively, "A mere Sword Saint like you isn't worthy of our Boss Wu Tian's attention. We are more than enough."
"We'll be the ones to butcher a chicken like you."
"Sword Emperor, hurry over and meet your death!"
The thirty-six among them from the Underworld were even cruder with their words. "Hurry up and offer that ass of yours, and we might spare your life."
"We wonder, do you have an old mother at home? We wouldn't mind paying her a little visit..."
The vulgar taunts made the Sword Emperor's eye twitch with fury. "Good. Good. Very good. I shall slaughter all one hundred and eight of you insects first!" He glared daggers at the men as a torrential Sword Qi began to surge from his body.
"Come on, let's see what this so-called swordsmanship of yours is all about."
"I wonder if your sword is a famous blade?"
"To die by your famous sword would be an honor!"
The one hundred and eight men continued their taunts. "You brought all these people just to fight the one hundred and eight of us. If we die, it's no great loss! The one who will be shamed is you."
This was a blatant attempt to rile him up, and the Sword Emperor saw right through it. But he didn't care. He was supremely confident in his own strength and said coldly, "To kill you, why would I need the Three Swords of Kong Zhou? Why would I need anyone's help? I alone am more than enough!"
The moment he finished speaking, the Sword Emperor—without even carrying a sword—charged directly at the one hundred and eight men.
Behind him, the members of the Jianghu sects and noble families watched intently, hoping to learn a move or two from his display, believing it would be of infinite benefit to them.
In the next instant, the Sword Emperor clashed with the one hundred and eight men.
The Sword Emperor had expected to deal with them easily. He hadn't anticipated that stepping into their ranks was the same as stepping into their Formation. His brow furrowed slightly. Still, he wasn't worried. With his fearsome reputation, how could he possibly be thwarted by one hundred and eight nameless nobodies?
