Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 331 - 333 Wu Tian Appears, Shocking the Heavens and Earth 7/7
Executing a Formation, the 108 Generals did exactly as Wu Tian commanded. If he wanted them to strike the Sword Emperor 108 times, they would strike him 108 times.
Trapped within the Formation, the Sword Emperor soon realized something was terribly wrong. He had been too arrogant; he had underestimated this Formation.
Now, 108 men were slashing at the Sword Emperor simultaneously, each strike harmonizing perfectly. Coordinating three, four, or even five people was not difficult, but for 108 blades to harmonize so flawlessly… The Sword Emperor couldn't even fathom it. The individual strikes were unremarkable, but when combined, they were dazzling and magnificent!
They were like poppies: beautiful to look at, but if one were truly struck by them, an ordinary person would already be deader than dead.
"How could this be?"
"I have no idea."
The members of the northern Jianghu sects and noble families, who had all assumed the Sword Emperor could easily handle the 108 men, cried out in alarm.
At this moment, the Sword Emperor had no choice but to defend himself against the 108 blades.
The Sword Emperor dodged 72 strikes but was hit by 36. If it weren't for my profound Inner Strength, I would have died. He survived, but blood slowly trickled from his wounds.
"Finish him off while he's wounded!"
"Go!"
Seizing the opportunity, the momentum of the 108 blades came crashing down like the mighty Yangtze River, plunging the Sword Emperor into a desperate battle.
He wanted to shout for help, to call for his Sword Attendants to throw his swords to him. But the Sword Emperor refused to shout. Reporters were broadcasting live at that very moment. How can I, the dignified Sword Emperor, go back on my word?
But while he was lost in thought, the Sword Emperor was struck by another 36 blows. Enraged, he fought back like a madman. Three of the 108 men were sent flying, vomiting blood; nine suffered broken bones; and over a dozen were knocked unconscious. The Sword Emperor was like a berserk tiger. Having lost his reason, his power grew more domineering, but his techniques became less refined and were now full of flaws.
The remaining men seized the opportunity to move in, landing another 36 slashes on the Sword Emperor—bringing the total to a perfect 108.
The Sword Emperor suddenly lurched, opening his mouth to vomit a spray of fresh blood. The once-regal and imposing Sword Emperor was now drenched in blood, his face twisted into a demonic, teeth-gritting snarl.
"Sword, come!"
At the Sword Emperor's angry shout, his Sword Attendants hurriedly threw two swords to him. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
The first sword was named Cheng Ying, a blade of refined elegance. Legend said that when it was forged, "dragons would part to give it shade, and migrating geese would land, forgetting to return," giving the sword its name. It had the power to enchant the soul.
The second sword was named Xiao Lian. This blade had the power to shroud all light in darkness.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't use a sword? Is the mighty Sword Emperor going back on his word?" the remaining members of the 108 Generals who could still stand shouted in fury.
Hearing this, the Sword Emperor grew even angrier. He would kill every single bystander here. He would make sure that everyone who knew he had gone back on his word would die. As for the viewers at home, the Sword Emperor would simply have an official notice issued claiming the entire night was just a movie shoot. What did a few lives matter? If it meant preserving his famed reputation—'When one sword is drawn, all others must submit'—he would kill as many as it took. He would not hesitate.
He raised Cheng Ying, and the 108 Generals suddenly felt their minds grow hazy.
"I'll kill you all first before dealing with Wu Tian!" he snarled. "To die under Cheng Ying is your good fortune."
He prepared to strike them down.
However, at that very moment, an aura as oppressive as Mount Tai erupted from the hospital. It appeared without warning, instantly flooding the space between heaven and earth. Its pressure felt like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting asunder, like the great flood engulfing Golden Mountain—an unstoppable force that the common people could never resist!
Even the Sword Emperor, despite holding the two famed swords Cheng Ying and Xiao Lian, couldn't help but be shaken. What is this aura? This… This is not a power a mortal should possess, is it?
The aura was saturated with Killing Intent. The members of the Jianghu sects and noble families from the North trembled in fear, feeling that no one could possibly withstand such overwhelming might.
Who was it? To whom did this terrifying aura belong?
Suddenly, a voice, slow and cold, sliced through the air. "Today, all of you will die here."
His voice was indifferent, as if life was worthless in his eyes. Though the tone was calm, the words struck like a thunderclap on a clear day, stunning everyone.
Someone was walking out of the hospital. The Sword Emperor and the others immediately looked over and saw a young man approaching slowly. He appeared completely harmless, with a slender frame that looked too weak to handle more than a few pounds. By all appearances, he didn't look like a powerful martial artist in the slightest.
But every single person could distinctly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from him.
"You… You are Wu Tian?" the Sword Emperor's eyes narrowed.
I can't believe it. Could this be some old monster wearing a human-skin mask? Otherwise, how could a young man possess such power?
Wu Tian smiled faintly. "You don't believe me?"
He took a step, and the ground quaked with the impact. Each footfall made the earth tremble.
How is this possible? Are there high-tech devices installed underground? Otherwise, how could a single person be so formidable with a mere stomp of his foot?
"All of you, attack together," Wu Tian said.
"..." The Sword Emperor's pupils shrank even further.
The entire reason he'd come for Wu Tian today was to challenge him one-on-one. He was supposed to kill Wu Tian with his absolute martial might, striking fear into the hearts of the masses, letting everyone witness his power, forcing the world to acknowledge his strength, and sending a clear warning to the approaching Fusang Sword Saint. But now? Am I, the great Sword Emperor, to attack alongside others? How could I ever show my face again? And yet, to face him alone…? The Sword Emperor suddenly realized he had no confidence at all. He might actually die. He had speculated Wu Tian would be powerful, but he had never imagined this—a level of power from an entirely different tier of existence. Fear gripped the Sword Emperor's heart.
As Wu Tian slowly approached, his tone was neither excited nor angry, as if he were addressing ants. "What's this? Didn't you come to kill me? Why does not a single one of you dare to step forward?"
As Wu Tian drew closer to the Sword Emperor and his retinue, the Sword Emperor's eyelids twitched even more violently.
The members of the Jianghu sects and noble families were shivering uncontrollably, filled with regret. Good heavens, did we follow him here to fight a devil? So much for 'suppressing evil and upholding the Righteous Path'! You have to know how strong the 'evil' is first! Sword Emperor, you said you could kill him easily! Why aren't you doing anything? Do you expect us to die here with you?
They all felt like complete fools. Why else would they have followed the Sword Emperor to their deaths? They had even held a victory banquet on the way here. The thought now made them want to die of shame.
Wu Tian drew nearer, his voice heavy. "Since you've all come, none of you should expect to leave. You have no hope." He paused, a faint, chilling smile on his lips. Since you've all banded together so eagerly to seek your own doom, I'll be happy to oblige. If I didn't kill you, wouldn't I be letting you down?
