Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 74 You’re Not Worthy

"What do you mean by this?" Seeing the forceful demeanor of Xiao Tian and Xiao Zhan, Xiao Liang was enraged, his beard bristling with fury. "This sword is mine, and I’ll give it to whomever I please!"

The security guards outside, having heard the commotion, entered as well. The security here had been left by Xiao Liang’s son. They were the hidden ace of the Xiao Liang lineage; each one was a Wei Martial Soldier with the strength of a King of Soldiers.

"What should we do?" Xiao Tian looked at Xiao Zhan, completely at a loss. He had never encountered such a situation before.

Xiao Tian’s behavior made Xiao Zhan inwardly sigh. The Clan Leader’s lineage is getting weaker with each generation. Then again, if Xiao Tian were capable, what would they need me for?

Thinking this, Xiao Zhan let out a cold laugh and looked at Xiao Liang. "Uncle, it’s true that you are my senior, but do you know the one iron law that prevails in this world?"

"What iron law?" Xiao Liang asked.

"Strength reigns supreme," Xiao Zhan enunciated each word with confidence.

Then, the sword at his waist finally left its sheath. As it did, a chilling wind arose, and everyone inside the hall—Xia Qian, Xiao Liang, Xiao Tian, and even the security guards trained as Wei Martial Soldiers—shivered involuntarily.

CLANG!

The sword in his hand moved like a dragon as he cleaved through the air. Before Xia Qian, Xiao Tian, or Xiao Liang could even grasp what had occurred, the Wei Martial Soldiers screamed in agony. A sword wound had appeared on each of their right wrists, blood flowing freely.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Liang exclaimed in shock and anger.

"A Swordsman must not be insulted," Xiao Zhan said indifferently.

"How did they insult you?" Xiao Liang demanded angrily.

"The moment they burst in and glared at me, they were insulting me," Xiao Zhan replied coldly.

He glanced at the security guards. Their faces were a picture of agony, yet none of them dared to meet his gaze anymore. Xiao Zhan was quite satisfied with this effect. His previous move had also been intended to make an example of them. But when he saw Wu Tian, whose expression remained completely calm, his brow furrowed. "Aren’t you afraid?"

This question from Xiao Zhan made Xiao Tian notice Wu Tian again. Seeing Wu Tian still looked so relaxed, Xiao Tian chuckled, "What an act."

To deceive his way into Xiao Liang’s home, this guy must have some next-level skills. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare try to con someone like Xiao Liang. So, it’s only reasonable that he’s acting calm under these circumstances. For a god-tier con artist, of course they wouldn’t flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed right in front of them. It’s only natural.

The Wei Martial Soldier bodyguards stared at Wu Tian in astonishment. Is he really just putting on an act, like Xiao Tian said? How can he be so calm? If this is an act, he’s far beyond any average con artist.

Knowing that Wu Tian relied on true skill, Xia Qian walked up to him. "Can you handle this?" she asked. She had never seen him fight seriously, but she had just witnessed Xiao Zhan’s swordsmanship and had to admit it was truly powerful.

Wu Tian just stood there calmly, a smile on his lips. "Don’t worry. Mere ants, not worth mentioning."

"Who are you calling an ant?" Xiao Tian shouted angrily.

Xiao Zhan’s expression also darkened with a deep fury. Never in his career had anyone dared to call him an ant.

"Those who insult a Great Swordsman shall be killed without mercy!" As soon as the words left his mouth, his sword was already drawn, moving so fast that no one could see the strike. The Sword Light flashed as the blade shot toward Wu Tian’s neck.

With the Xiao Family of Lanling, even if they killed someone, would the laws of the secular world dare to intervene?

Xiao Liang and the others were shocked. They had always thought the fencing champions on TV were fast, and when they saw Xiao Zhan’s earlier strike, they felt they had witnessed a real swordsman’s speed. But the sword strike now was even faster. Only at this moment did they truly understand the meaning of a Swift Sword.

Xiao Zhan’s sword flew toward Wu Tian, completely without a trace. No one could see how he had drawn it or from where it was coming.

"Pathetic." Wu Tian stepped back with a disappointed laugh. The single, perfectly timed step was just enough to evade the attack. Xiao Zhan’s sword stopped a mere half-inch from his throat.

Xiao Zhan’s eyebrows knitted slightly. Did he dodge by coincidence? Or...

Before Xiao Zhan could think further, Wu Tian laughed. "You keep going on about being a ’Great Swordsman’ and how a ’Great Swordsman’ can’t be insulted. What a joke. An absolute joke." He scoffed, "And you think your swordsmanship is worthy of that title? Fine. I’ll show you what a real sword technique looks like."

Wu Tian didn’t draw the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss. Instead, he used his finger as a sword. My Realm is intact, but I’m lacking Spiritual Power. At its current strength, I can only exert the force of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but that’s more than enough.

As Xia Qian, Xiao Liang, and Xiao Tian watched in puzzlement, Wu Tian pointed his sword-finger at Xiao Zhan. Simultaneously, Xiao Zhan thrust his blade forward again, and the sword-finger met the tip of the sword in an instant!

Everyone knew a finger couldn’t possibly be sharper than a keen sword. The outcome of such a collision was obvious: Wu Tian’s finger would be pierced through, and his entire arm might even be crippled.

However...

"Break!" A single word escaped lightly from Wu Tian’s lips.

SNAP!

In a flash, Xiao Zhan’s sharp sword disintegrated into ash and scattered on the wind. Xiao Zhan himself was violently thrown backward, slamming into the wall and becoming embedded within it. The once imposing and fierce Great Swordsman was now in such a sorry state.

And Wu Tian stood with his hands behind his back, like a Ghost God.

Although Wu Tian’s Spiritual Power was only at the Foundation Establishment level, his Realm was that of an Immortal Emperor, allowing him to exhibit a might far different from that of a normal cultivator at his stage. It was a case of having trash-tier stats but god-tier skills.

"Get down," Wu Tian ordered.

A clap of thunder erupted from the Void, forcibly blasting Xiao Zhan out of the wall.

Xiao Zhan crashed to the ground with a scream of agony. He felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered.

Inside the grand hall...

BOOM!

BOOM!

Spiritual Power rampaged like a typhoon, leaving everyone completely stunned.

"You... you’re not human," Xiao Zhan stammered. Even with all his experience, he couldn’t help but cry out. How could a mere human possess such power?

Xiao Tian was so terrified that he dropped to his knees and began kowtowing repeatedly, all his earlier arrogance gone.

Xia Qian and Xiao Liang looked at each other in utter shock. Was this the power of an Innate expert? But how could even an Innate expert do something like this?

Wu Tian smiled. My current Spiritual Power, in terms of raw strength, is indeed comparable to the Inner Strength of an Innate expert. But Spiritual Power is far more versatile; it’s not as monotonous as Inner Strength.

He looked at Xiao Zhan and said coldly, "Now tell me, are you worthy of wielding a sword?"

"I... I am not worthy," Xiao Zhan said, his voice trembling.