Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 334 - 336: The Tragic Sword Emperor

The Sword Emperor and the others were terrified. For every step Wu Tian took forward, they retreated one. Of course, they didn't dare to flee; escaping required a courage they didn't have, for they knew the first to run would undoubtedly be killed by Wu Tian. Some were so paralyzed with fear they couldn't even retreat, discovering to their horror that their legs had gone numb. In their eyes, Wu Tian was a Ghost God.

And what are we? Fools! Absolute fools! To think we had nothing better to do than pick a fight with a Ghost God. What do we do now?

Every one of them was panicking inside.

Wu Tian stared at the Sword Emperor and his men, his eyes demonic. A cold gaze swept over the group as killing intent flickered in his calm pupils. "A bunch of trash!"

The Sword Emperor and his entourage didn't retort or show any anger. All they wanted now was to leave this place.

"If you're still men, then come at me together!" Wu Tian challenged, ready to annihilate the Sword Emperor and all his followers by himself.

The men remained silent. The Sword Emperor clenched his jaw; pride and the Sword Bone were still part of his very being. He turned to look at the people behind him, but one by one, they all bowed their heads.

Men? If it means we can live, we'd gladly be women!

Seeing their reaction, the Sword Emperor seethed. Meanwhile, members of the Martial Arts World watching the broadcast had not personally experienced Wu Tian's terrifying aura and spoke irresponsibly.

"I don't get what's wrong with them. There are so many of them, are they really scared of one man?"

"Exactly! If it were me, I would've fought him ages ago. What's wrong with those guys? No guts?"

"They're all famous figures in the Jianghu. How can they be so spineless? I never would have guessed."

They lambasted the martial practitioners facing Wu Tian, calling them cowards and worse, never considering that if they stood in their place, they would likely act the same, if not more disgracefully.

The Sword Emperor's head throbbed, and his face burned with shame. He had been turned into a monstrous freak, but he still had his pride. Although he desperately wanted to live, Wu Tian's humiliation made him roar, "You think I'm afraid of you?"

He glared at the men behind him again, his eyes burning with the desire to grab each one and beat them senseless.

"Do you have any dignity left? Have you forgotten your founding ancestors? Forgotten your family names?

"He's not going to spare us! Do you want to die in shame?

"Everyone, fight him! It's our only chance to live!"

Even the Sword Emperor no longer dared to confront Wu Tian alone. He needed everyone to charge with him; only then could he raise his sword.

"Kill!"

Knowing he had to set an example, the Sword Emperor took the lead, fiercely slashing forward with his Chengying sword. A beam of Sword Qi shot toward Wu Tian. The Family Head of the Fan Yang Lu clan, along with the Elders of the Longxi Li and Zhao County Li clans, also drew their swords. Instantly, a torrential surge of Sword Qi rushed frantically toward Wu Tian. Each beam was incredibly sharp, capable of slicing a car in half.

But then…

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Every attack landed on Wu Tian's body. The clothes on his upper body were shredded, but his skin was completely unscathed.

Wu Tian gave a cold smirk. With a flick of his wrist, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss appeared in his hand from the Nine Dragon Ring. He swept his sword once.

SWOOSH!

A savage beam of Sword Qi, seeming almost alive, burst forth. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Ahhh!"

Screams of agony mingled with a spray of blood. The Sword Emperor's left arm was severed, leaving only his right. The other men who had attacked were bisected alive.

"He's a monster!"

"Too horrific!"

"Run!"

The rest couldn't take it anymore. They scattered in a panic, running in every direction they thought might be safe, with no plan or coordination.

"Think you can escape?"

Wu Tian swung his sword again. A blood-red beam of Sword Qi shot into the crowd.

"Ah!"

Another wave of screams echoed. The Sword Qi cut down everyone in its path. After killing one person, the energy didn't dissipate but surged onward, seeking its next victim. One by one, they were cleaved in two, their eyes wide open in disbelief even in death.

The others who were fleeing didn't notice. They were too busy cursing their parents for not giving them more legs. They barely had time to run, let alone worry about anyone else.

Wu Tian let out another cold laugh and swung his sword again. Another streak of blood-red Sword Qi gave chase. With a few more swings, he made sure that no one on any of the other escape paths would be spared. He had said that none of them would get away, and he meant it.

The living Sword Qi and the god-like swordsmanship made the audience, those unfamiliar with the Martial Arts World, cry out in excitement. They thought that if future movies had special effects this vivid, they could easily surpass Hollywood.

As for the martial practitioners, they were simply stunned, their faces pale with a deadly fear.

In an instant, two hundred and seven people were dead. The metallic tang of blood filled the air. The reporters no longer dared to film. They trembled, and upon seeing the bisected corpses, they couldn't help but vomit.

Terrifying! Far too terrifying!

Finally, only the one-armed Sword Emperor remained.

"You…" The Sword Emperor's contorted face trembled, at a loss for words.

Atop a high-rise building, Sword Master Gan Jiang swiftly loaded the Gan Jiang and Mo Ye swords into a specially crafted sniper rifle. Sword Master Mo Ye picked up a microphone and shouted, "Mr. Wu Tian, please stop! The Sword Emperor cannot be allowed to die!"

Even in Longjing, the Lord of the Four Seas, the sovereign himself, furrowed his brows as he watched on television.

Can the Sword Emperor die? I don't know.

The sovereign had long seen the disloyalty in the Sword Emperor's heart, so why hadn't he acted? Because the sovereign knew the Sword Emperor could never achieve true hegemony; since ancient times, not a single person from the Martial Arts World ever had. The Sword Emperor was destined to be taken to the Underworld, a place from which it was difficult to return.

The Sword Emperor looked toward the distant skyscraper. Seeing people on the roof, he was overjoyed, guessing where the two must have come from. He turned back to Wu Tian, his confidence renewed. "I… I cannot die! That place needs talent, the more the better! I… I will go there. We won't be enemies anymore, we…"

Before he could finish, Wu Tian struck again.

"Ahhh!"

The Sword Emperor screamed as his legs were chopped off. He collapsed to the ground, now a cripple.

This scene caused the pupils of the sovereign watching the broadcast to widen in shock. People from that other world wanted to save the Sword Emperor, yet this young man still dared…

Sword Master Mo Ye and Sword Master Gan Jiang were also stunned.

Wu Tian walked step by step toward the Sword Emperor. In his current state, bleeding so profusely, he was certain to die. But how could Wu Tian let him die so easily?

What a terrifying man. The thought crystallized in the minds of martial practitioners all across Dragon Country. In the future, one must never offend Wu Tian. His power and his cruelty sent chills down their spines, making them feel as though their very souls were about to flee their bodies.

Atop the high-rise, Sword Master Mo Ye murmured, "Let's go. We can't save him."

"No!" Sword Master Gan Jiang shook his head. "Junior Sister, don't you understand? This is the first time Master has given us a mission. This is my chance to prove myself! I might even become a True Disciple. The Sword Emperor can still be saved if we take him back for treatment. We can't let Wu Tian finish him off!"

With that said, he aimed his sniper rifle at Wu Tian's Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, intending to save the Sword Emperor from his grasp. It was a huge risk, but Sword Master Gan Jiang was willing to take it, all for those two words: "True Disciple."