Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Three of the Five Elders were dead. This was a devastating blow to Fusang. The Fusang soldiers were so terrified they dared not move. Some were so frightened they wet their pants, while others turned and fled for their lives. The scene was one of utter chaos.

Dead? Three of the Five Elders were dead?

Anpei Qingyang and the Emperor of Fusang looked at each other, both seeing the word "fear" in the other’s eyes. Wu Tian’s power was simply too terrifying. Even now, they could not bring themselves to believe it. In their youth, the Five Elders had been as renowned as the Sword Saint of Fusang and had spent many years in cultivation at the Devotion National Shrine. Yet, before they could even confront Wu Tian, three of them were slain by his three powerful servants.

Now, only Hatoyama and Anpei were left, desperately holding on. Though not yet dead, they were being pummeled by the three Shikigami. Death was only a matter of time.

"No! If we must die, we refuse to die at the hands of your Shikigami!"

"That’s right! We want to fight Wu Tian and die by his hand!"

Hatoyama and Anpei knew they would not survive. But if they had to die, they, with their noble status, hoped to at least fall at the hands of Wu Tian himself. But what of Wu Tian? Since arriving, he had only made a move against Yamata no Orochi and had not lifted a finger since. This infuriated Hatoyama and Anpei. Are we worth even less than a snake?

If Wu Tian knew their thoughts, he would surely tell them, "Don’t overthink it. You are most certainly not."

Understanding Wu Tian’s intentions, the three Shikigami began their final, merciless assault on Hatoyama and Anpei. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"No!"

Ten minutes later, the heads of Hatoyama and Anpei were smashed apart by the Shikigami. Dark, foul-smelling blood splattered everywhere as repulsive Corpse Worms crawled out from their bodies.

At this moment, Wu Tian’s cold gaze fell upon the Emperor of Fusang and Anpei Qingyang. His Spiritual Sense picked up on something. Behind the Devotion National Shrine, a helicopter was taking off, guarded by a squadron of fighter jets.

"A clever move, Chief Minister of Fusang. Do you think you can escape just like that?" Wu Tian had no intention of stopping. He had said he would annihilate Fusang, and he would keep his word.

The Emperor of Fusang was a ruler in name only. The true authority holder of Fusang was the Chief Minister.

"His eyes are full of desperation, yet there is still a glimmer of hope in his gaze. Tell me, where is he trying to go?" Wu Tian asked the Emperor and Anpei Qingyang coldly. "Speak, and I will make your deaths less painful."

Anpei Qingyang couldn’t believe the Chief Minister would abandon him and flee alone. The Emperor of Fusang despised his treacherous subordinate even more.

"He is going to the Changwen Tunnel on the Beihai Grand Road," the Emperor of Fusang said.

"Indeed," Anpei Qingyang added gravely. "That tunnel opened in 1914. The construction was said to have been an incredibly arduous task under extremely harsh conditions, causing many workers to collapse from exhaustion. They were then cruelly buried alive. Nearby residents have even dug up human bones in the surrounding fields. In 1968, an earthquake damaged the tunnel walls, revealing numerous human skulls with head injuries. Since then, it has been known as ’the tunnel built with human bones.’ The real reason is that during the excavation, they accidentally broke into the Underworld. Fusang has two passages to the Underworld. The first is the Changwen Tunnel. The second is an abandoned Shrine Maiden Temple, which others call... Byakko."

"Why is he going there?" Wu Tian asked again.

The Emperor of Fusang, eager for the Chief Minister’s demise, held nothing back. "Because of a scabbard. The Chief Minister once acquired a scabbard that, through a series of events, ended up in the hands of people from the Underworld. When they discovered the scabbard might be an item belonging to an Immortal, they were overjoyed and wanted to reward him for it."

"So Anpei Saburo wants to seek shelter from the Underworld? And have them eliminate me in the process?"

Wu Tian laughed. Who would dare protect someone he had marked for death? And who *could*?

"Today, the Devotion National Shrine will fall, and all of you Fusangs here shall go down with it."

As he spoke, Wu Tian waved his right hand, unleashing a powerful force that shoved the Emperor of Fusang, Anpei Qingyang, and all the surrounding soldiers into the Devotion National Shrine. Then, clenching his right fist, Wu Tian smashed it down.

BOOM!

Space itself trembled as the Devotion National Shrine collapsed with a deafening roar.

Wu Tian leaped onto the Phoenix’s back and looked at the three Shikigami. "Lead the way to the Beihai Grand Road and the Changwen Tunnel."

"Yes!" the three Shikigami responded at once.

With that, Wu Tian departed.

The people of Fusang in the Eastern Capital breathed a collective sigh of relief, glad not to be implicated by the Chief Minister.

As news of the Devotion National Shrine’s collapse spread, many came to help. However, what they discovered infuriated them. The bodies of the fallen soldiers were being gnawed upon, and this grisly scene revealed a darker truth.

"What in the world is going on here?"

"My God, the government has deceived us!"

"Our ancestors died for Fusang! Why can’t their bodies even rest in peace?"

Standing atop the Phoenix, Wu Tian sped toward Hokkaido. He would have the Chief Minister’s life, and he would get Qiao’er back. He would kill any god or buddha who stood in his way.

In the sky, Fusang Air Force fighter jets constantly appeared to intercept him.

"Kill!"

At Wu Tian’s command, the three Shikigami, now possessing the ability to fly, charged toward the jets. Missiles and bombs were utterly useless against them.

I must find out what happened to Qiao’er. Back in the Immortal Emperor Realm, when I was still weak, you protected me. Now, it’s my turn to protect you.

Wu Tian’s expression was glacial. He hoped that those from the Underground World, the so-called Immortal Seekers, had not gone too far. Otherwise, they should not blame him for being ruthless, cold-blooded, and cruel.

The aerial battle raged, with countless Fusang jets destroyed before Wu Tian’s group even neared the Beihai Grand Road. At the same time, fighter jets from the Dragon Country arrived to provide support.

"Martial Emperor, the Chief has ordered that this is enough. It is time to return," said the pilot of one jet. It was Ye Tianshi, a descendant of General Ye, who had finally been promoted and was now leading the squadron.

"Enough?" Wu Tian chuckled and shook his head, his voice cold. "Only the Emperor of Fusang has died. How can that possibly be enough?"

What? The death of the Emperor of Fusang wasn’t enough?

A young man in another Dragon Country jet spoke up, his tone laced with anger. "Martial Emperor, you are a warrior, but you must also think of our nation! You’ve killed the Emperor of Fusang. We don’t even know what reparations our country will have to make for that. If you also kill the Chief Minister, Fusang’s true authority holder, the price Dragon Country will have to pay will be unbearable!"

Many soldiers in the Dragon Country jets nodded in agreement. They too felt that Wu Tian had done enough. It was time to stop. After all, it wasn’t as if he could actually annihilate the entire nation of Fusang. If he killed the Chief Minister as well, Fusang would probably report Dragon Country to the Hezong Country.

"This is my business. Get out of my way!" Knowing when to stop was a concept for mortals. For Wu Tian, when was it ever enough to stop?

Wu Tian’s path was endless.