Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 333 - 335: The Robot’s Prophecy

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Wu Tian appeared, declaring he would eliminate the Sword Emperor and his followers once and for all. The one hundred and eight generals were boiling with excitement, a mixture of shock and joy, and they all roared in unison.

"He said... he said he's going to kill us too?"

"What about safety in numbers? Doesn't he know the law can't punish a crowd?"

"He's going to kill all of us? This... how is this possible?"

The martial artists from the Northern sects and families were completely dumbfounded. They did not want to die here, nor had they ever anticipated they would. They certainly never imagined that the Sword Emperor, whose one sword strike commanded the submission of ten thousand blades, would be so fragile in Wu Tian's hands. Compared to Wu Tian, the Sword Emperor was like mud beneath the clouds.

The Sword Emperor tightly gripped his twin swords, Chengying and Xiaolian. His heart churned with shock, rage, and utter disbelief.

At that moment, Wu Tian's gaze swept coldly over the Sword Emperor and his followers. Every person his eyes touched felt their heart seize and tremble uncontrollably. It wasn't just their hearts; their stomachs churned, making them feel ill. On any other day, they would have already called for a doctor, but now, who was in the mood for that? The man they faced was Wu Tian. Just being caught in his gaze felt like being targeted by a Ghost God, a fear that chilled them to the bone.

"Begin!"

When Wu Tian uttered that single word, the viewers from the Martial Arts World watching on TV erupted in an uproar.

"He's going to kill everyone else, not just the Sword Emperor?"

"What kind of joke is that?"

"There are so many of them, all masters! How can one man fight against ten thousand? It's simply impossible!"

"Yeah, some of them are bound to escape."

Every martial practitioner in front of their screens believed it was impossible for Wu Tian to kill them all. Perhaps he could kill some, but a portion would definitely escape. These were all masters; if they scattered and fled, how could he possibly chase them all down?

Gan Jiang Sword Master and Mo Ye Sword Master had also arrived in Yang City. Standing atop a high-rise building, they watched the scene unfold before the Southern Province Hospital through a pair of binoculars. Beside their famed swords, Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, they also had a sniper rifle set up. It was a modified weapon; its projectiles weren't ordinary bullets but the very blades of their famed swords.

"I never expected him to be this powerful," Mo Ye Sword Master said, her voice filled with shock and awe.

Gan Jiang Sword Master's expression was grim. He had once mocked Wang Renjie for being a disgrace. And what about me? He had told Wu Tian to his face that he would be no match for the Sword Emperor. Thinking back on it now, Gan Jiang Sword Master felt his face burn with humiliation. Utterly mortifying.

After a moment of contemplation, Gan Jiang Sword Master finally said, "Even if he's powerful, the Sword Emperor is indispensable. We need talent, and the Sword Emperor is undoubtedly a great talent. We cannot let him die."

Mo Ye Sword Master nodded.

"Quick, look! Li Qiankun, the Family Head of the Longxi Li Clan, and Li Pingtian, the Family Head of the Zhaojun Li Clan, are making their move!"

In front of countless television screens, members of the Martial Arts World cried out in surprise as they saw two figures spring into action. They weren't waiting for Wu Tian to slaughter them. If they had to die, they chose to die fighting, not while fleeing for their lives. Their surname demanded it... Li!

The Longxi Li Clan's progenitor was Li Chong, the Prefect of Longxi Commandery and the eldest son of Li Tan, the Situ of the State of Qin. His line included later figures like Li Xin and Li Guang. Ages later, Li Yuan of the Longxi Li Clan would overthrow the Sui Dynasty and establish the Tang, creating a great era of cultural prosperity. They were a royal clan. The Zhaojun Li Clan was no less remarkable. Its founding ancestor was Li Mu, the second son of Li Jiong, the Grand Tutor of Qin. These two great families were far from simple.

They drew their swords in perfect unison, their coordination impeccable as they executed the Positive and Negative Twin Sword Arts. One attacked Wu Tian from above, while the other slashed at him from below. Their combined assault was fast, precise, and ruthless! They pushed their strength, angles, and speed to the absolute limit!

Clearly, these two were martial fanatics who did not fear death. They simply wanted to test their own strength and see just how vast the gap was between them and Wu Tian.

In the blink of an eye, their swords reached him. One aimed to sever Wu Tian's head, the other to chop off his feet.

The Sword Emperor and the others watched nervously. Though they knew the two couldn't possibly kill Wu Tian, they couldn't help but cling to a desperate hope that they might succeed. The viewers in front of their TVs saw the swords of Li Qiankun and Li Pingtian strike Wu Tian directly, as he made no move to dodge. However, what happened next shocked everyone to the verge of death!

CLANG!

The blades struck Wu Tian's neck and legs, but instead of cutting flesh, they produced the sharp sound of metal on metal.

Then, a sharp CRACK! echoed, and then another. Both swords shattered.

"..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. They stared, completely astonished.

When the Sword Emperor had attacked earlier, the darkness created by his Xiaolian sword had obscured the details of the fight. But now, in plain sight, they saw it clearly: Wu Tian's body didn't seem to be human at all. But how was that possible?

Robots were certainly on the rise; a machine had even become the world champion of Go. Perhaps in a few hundred years, robots would become a public enemy of the Human Clan, leading to a great war between the two Races. But technology hadn't advanced that far yet. If Wu Tian wasn't a robot, how could his body be so durable?

In an instant, the television audiences were in an uproar. Some praised the movie's exquisite production quality. But those who knew this was real were simply stunned, unable to believe their own eyes.

Li Qiankun and Li Pingtian stumbled back. As martial fanatics, they now understood the gap between them and Wu Tian and wanted to retreat. But it was too late.

Wu Tian's leg swept out. The kick was terrifyingly fast, a complete blur. With that single motion, everything in its path was shattered.

"Ah!"

Li Qiankun and Li Pingtian screamed almost simultaneously. They had no time to react. The lightning-fast kick smashed into Li Qiankun's head, and the force of the impact then sent his body crashing into Li Pingtian.

BOOM!

Like a cannonball exploding, Li Qiankun was killed instantly. The brutal collision carried Li Pingtian to his death as well.

The scene plunged into total silence. Wu Tian's power was simply unfathomable. Not a single sound could be heard, neither from the Sword Emperor and the others at the scene, nor from the people tensely watching on their televisions.

The uninformed public, however, was ecstatic: "My God, these special effects are amazing! This isn't some cheap CGI; it looks so real! Too real! Have our special effects finally caught up to Hollywood?"

"Your turn!" Wu Tian's face was calm as he beckoned to the Sword Emperor and the remaining fighters. "Come."

Come? Come for what? They swallowed hard, their faces a mask of fear and disbelief. They didn't dare to move forward.

"I... we have to run."

"Right! If only one or two of us flee, it's too obvious. But if we all run together, some of us are bound to get away!"

Their hearts were gripped by terror, and the Sword Emperor was no different. If I can escape, I will go into hiding immediately. I'm done with ambitions of conquest and glory forever.