Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 363 - 365 - s of Unrecognized History

Brainwashing!

This was something Fusang did very well. It was especially true during the great war between the Dragon Country and Fusang. Most Fusang soldiers had been brainwashed into believing their actions were not an invasion, but a way of "serving" their country and their home. They believed that entering Dragon Country and occupying it was for mutual prosperity, a way to lead the people of Dragon Country out of poverty.

Back then, the fighting spirit of the people of Dragon Country was ignited, and they were determined to repel Fusang. The Fusangs considered this ignorance. In modern terms, their mentality was: "We're carrying you to victory, and you're attacking us? You're the ones in the wrong!"

A new era had begun. However, the people of Fusang rarely spoke of the great war of invasion against Dragon Country. The Fusangs had once slaughtered their way across the lands of Dragon Country, committing every imaginable atrocity, yet they completely denied these significant events.

The Brainwashing Divine Skill truly flourished in Fusang!

"Those who obstruct the light cannot be forgiven."

The disciples had been thoroughly brainwashed by Akiyama Youshi into believing Wu Tian's actions were sinful.

One of them, filled with righteous fury, charged toward Wu Tian and bellowed, "Why are you causing trouble here? Your actions are wrong! They are—"

SCHLICK!

However, before he could finish his sentence, a Blood Glow flashed into existence. The man's voice ceased abruptly.

Looking again, one could see the man had been sliced in half from head to toe. His organs spilled out as blood poured forth, staining the earth.

"A demon! He's truly a demon!"

"Cruel! You are far too cruel!"

"How could you be so heartless?"

The scene horrified Akiyama Youshi and his disciples, who all began to furiously denounce Wu Tian's brutality.

Wu Tian scoffed. Brutal? Am I anywhere near as brutal as what you Fusangs did on the soil of Dragon Country?

When another man started to speak, Wu Tian snorted. Another Blood Glow erupted from his body. The man's eyes widened in terror before the light sliced him in two.

A chilling voice, as if from the depths of hell, issued from Wu Tian's lips. "Everyone here must die!"

The men of Dragon Country possessed a natural-born fury toward the insolence of the Fusangs.

That is what is known as fighting spirit!

With a flick of his finger, Wu Tian unleashed his power. Instantly, streams of Blood Glow shot from his fingertips like meteors, flying toward the men to cut them down.

"For the Great Fusang Empire, charge! What is death? The Emperor of Fusang and the Chief Minister will remember us!" Akiyama Youshi roared madly.

Those disciples, already brainwashed, charged forward without any fear for their lives.

Only Hei Shan Tetsuya retreated. Seeing that everyone's attention was on Wu Tian, he sought to escape. Some people, self-assured and strong-willed, are not easily brainwashed. Such people, who have often endured great hardships, are rare. Hei Shan Tetsuya was one of them. He studied Beichen Martial Arts but was, in fact, a military man. There was a saying: "Hei Shan of Fusang, Ye Tianshi of Dragon Country." Both he and Ye Tianshi came from prominent military families and possessed immense potential.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Even though Akiyama Youshi's disciples had been brainwashed into fearless sacrificial warriors, they were still flesh and blood. As the Blood Glows swept past, their heads were sent flying, one after another.

In an instant, a great number of disciples lay dead.

At the same time, a terrifying aura radiated from Wu Tian, spreading across the battlefield.

"So... so terrifying!"

Some of them halted, daring not to advance another step. Wu Tian was like an Evil Emperor, a true Demon King. They stopped in their tracks. Their pupils trembled, and their legs shook uncontrollably.

"What are you doing? Are you afraid? Scared? No, no, no! You are Fusangs! You are honorable Fusangs, not the cowardly people of Dragon Country!" Akiyama Youshi shrieked. "Charge! Charge for me!"

His expression was hideous. He despised the people of Dragon Country for their fear of death. How could Fusangs be like this?

"No, I won't go."

"You go," a Fusang said, pushing one of his compatriots forward.

"No, I don't want to! You go!"

Another Fusang cried out in horror, "I... I don't want to be a Fusang anymore! I'll be a person of Dragon Country from now on! Please, let me go!"

"I'll be your dog! I won't be a Fusang anymore! Just spare my life!"

For the sake of survival, they were willing to renounce their heritage and become Wu Tian's dogs.

"You... you..." Akiyama Youshi's body trembled with rage. He scorned the people of Dragon Country, who would betray their nation and families just to learn the Yin Yang Technique. In his eyes, this made them useless and inferior, fit only for enslavement by the Fusangs. But now? My own people are doing the exact same thing!

The shock of this revelation made him sick with rage. His love for Fusang surpassed that of most, and he was willing to do anything for its sake. This blow was too much to bear.

Faced with Wu Tian's terrifying aura, Akiyama Youshi's disciples no longer wanted to be men; they only wanted to be dogs.

However, Wu Tian merely sneered. "Become my dogs? You're not worthy."

If he were to keep dogs, they would have to be, at a minimum, Demon Emperors or beings of ancient, forgotten bloodlines. These Fusangs wanted to be his dogs? The thought alone disgusted him.

"No! We'll be more obedient than real dogs!"

"As long as you spare me, I'll eat shit, fetch thrown discs and bones, lick your toes... I'll do anything a dog does!"

"Disgusting!" Wu Tian couldn't bear to listen anymore. The Fusangs think they're nobler than the people of Dragon Country? Where is this supposed nobility? I certainly don't see it.

At that moment, Wu Tian waved his hand, and the Blood Glows lashed out again. Blood splattered everywhere they passed, leaving behind a field of mutilated corpses. With a simple gesture, he had effortlessly killed hundreds. Akiyama Youshi couldn't have even imagined such a scene.

"Tell me, where is my scabbard?" Wu Tian said, walking toward Akiyama Youshi.

Akiyama Youshi never expected someone to commit such a massacre over a mere scabbard. Still, he clenched his jaw and stubbornly replied, "I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

"Is that so?" Wu Tian moved like a bolt of lightning, appearing before Akiyama Youshi in an instant. He grabbed his arm and yanked viciously.

RIP!

With a spray of blood, the arm was torn completely from his body.

"Ahhh!" Akiyama Youshi screamed in agony, his face turning deathly pale. Yet he still gritted his teeth. "I... I'm different from you people of Dragon Country! I am a true... a true Fusang! Even if you kill me... even if you beat me to death... I will never tell you where the scabbard is."

Wu Tian laughed. "Do you really think I don't have ways to make you talk?"