Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

The missile exploded with devastating power, turning everything nearby to dust.

Of the 19 Dragon Country fighter jets Ye Tianshi had deployed, seven were gone in an instant.

As for the Fusang Air Force, 36 of their jets had been scrambled. They couldn’t believe their own side would target them, so they reacted a step too slow, leaving only three jets remaining.

And Wu Tian? He had jumped down and collided with the missile head-on. He should have been vaporized.

The smoke would take a long time to clear. The Army Marshal of Fusang sighed with relief. "There were sacrifices, but it was worth it," he declared. "This will show the nations of the world that Fusang is not to be bullied or humiliated!"

But his words had barely left his lips when an eerie wind swept through. The dust and smoke were instantly carried away, revealing Wu Tian suspended in midair, completely unharmed.

"This..." Everyone was stunned.

The Fusang soldiers on-site, Ye Tianshi and the People of Dragon Country, the international journalists, and everyone watching the live broadcast—they all stared at Wu Tian’s figure, dumbstruck.

That was a missile, for crying out loud! How could a person collide with a missile and be unharmed?

If Wu Tian had any damage at all, it was only that his clothes had been obliterated. A thick Blood Mist shrouded the lower half of his body, leaving only his upper torso exposed.

He had survived a direct missile hit. Everyone was aghast.

"No... this is impossible." The Fusang Army Marshal refused to believe it. This was Fusang’s latest missile model. If a missile couldn’t kill Wu Tian, did they need to use an atomic bomb? A nuclear bomb? What a joke!

The Army Marshal refused to accept this reality. He roared, "More missiles! Launch again! Fire!"

The Chief Minister had repeatedly insisted that Wu Tian would pursue him to North Sea Avenue. He had ordered the army to set an ambush along the only possible route, preparing their most powerful missiles for this very contingency. Sacrifices were necessary to eliminate Wu Tian. The Chief Minister’s words echoed in his ears.

The Army Marshal didn’t believe Wu Tian was immortal. There’s nothing that can’t be solved with one missile. If there is, then use two. Or three!

Wu Tian’s eyes turned icy. He would eliminate every Fusang soldier before him. He would also let the nations watching this live broadcast know one thing: as long as the Dragon Country had him, it was worthy of its status as the world’s foremost superpower!

A sharp glint flashed in Wu Tian’s eyes. Then, using his Spiritual Thoughts, he sent a message to Phoenix, Ye Tianshi, and the other People of Dragon Country. "All of you, get clear of this area! Now!"

Hearing this, Phoenix immediately flew off into the distance. Inside his cockpit, Ye Tianshi was startled. He didn’t understand what Wu Tian was planning, but as a commander, he was responsible for the lives of his comrades and subordinates.

"All units, pull back!" The Dragon Country fighter jets immediately withdrew to a safe distance.

"Demon Blood Dyes the Heavens!"

Wu Tian’s Divine Body apparition manifested. Instantly, the world itself seemed to change.

"Why did the sky go dark?" The pilots in the Fusang fighter jets were baffled. The sky had turned an unnatural, pitch-black color in the blink of an eye. The Army Marshal and the troops on the ground were equally bewildered.

The world was plunged into a darkness as complete as midnight.

"Lights!" the Army Marshal ordered.

Searchlights immediately cut through the gloom. But this darkness was not the true terror of Demon Blood Dyes the Heavens.

Suddenly, a light drizzle began to fall. The rain... it was the color of blood and carried its scent. It was, quite simply, blood.

A single drop of blood fell, and whatever it touched was annihilated. The newly launched missiles roared through the air, only to be struck by the bloody rain and dissolve into ash, ceasing to exist.

"How is this possible?" Seeing this, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Watching the live broadcast, President Black-Horse of the United States of America slammed his fist on the table in anger. "What is this? This has to be a movie, right?"

People all over the world began to seriously wonder if it was April Fools’ Day. Had Fusang and the Dragon Country suddenly buried the hatchet to stage an elaborate hoax together? Otherwise, how could any human be so powerful? Did they think he was some creature that had crawled out of the Underground World?

"AHH!" A Fusang soldier touched by the bloody rain instantly vanished from the face of the earth, as if he had never existed.

"This... This is terrifying." The Fusang soldiers screamed in horror. They were afraid. They didn’t want to fight anymore.

"You cannot desert! You will not!" The Army Marshal refused to allow his soldiers to show cowardice. Clenching his teeth, he bellowed, "We are soldiers of the Great Fusang Empire! We are immortal! Even if our bodies perish, our souls will endure! Our spirits will remain with the Great Fusang Empire, the Land of the Everlasting Sun. Our souls will live forever!"

Normally, his soldiers would have cheered in response. But in these circumstances? Who the hell believes in immortal souls now?

One by one, they dropped their weapons and tried to flee. But the bloody rain was now pouring down in a torrent. How could they possibly avoid being touched by it?

One scream followed another in a rising crescendo. The people of Fusang, their animals, their buildings—everything in the vicinity vanished without a trace under the bloody rain.

Around the world, many people watching the live broadcast had already changed the channel. They thought it was too exaggerated, too unrealistic. It had to be a movie, and they weren’t interested.

President Black-Horse of the United States of America couldn’t be bothered to watch anymore either. "Get me the Counselor of Fusang on the line," he ordered. "Ask him what in the world he thinks he’s doing. Is he making a fantasy movie for the entire world? Or is he trying to make a fool out of me?"

"Yes, sir!" his secretary replied, immediately moving to contact the Counselor of Fusang.

Wu Tian’s display of power was mythological. Those who blocked his path were turned to dust, their souls scattered to the winds. This was no empty threat.

At this moment, the Chief Minister was already deep inside a tunnel, having left his cell phone behind. Naturally, President Black-Horse of the United States of America was unable to reach him.

The tunnel led ever downward, growing darker and darker. The Chief Minister had no idea how long he had been walking when he finally saw a flicker of light. A man holding a torch was ascending from below, and they met face-to-face.

"Well now, you’re a dignified Chief Minister. Why the panic?" The speaker appeared to be in his twenties, but was, in fact, 316 years old. His name was Chikamatsu Kenken, and he was the great-grandson of Chikamatsu Shigeharu. This ancestor, more famously known as Chikamatsu Banbei or by the alias Shigetora, was a genius military strategist for Oda Nobunaga. He was a celebrated commander during the Warring States period of Fusang, renowned alongside Kuroda Kanbei Takataka as one of "Toyotomi’s Two Great Strategists."

Their status was comparable to that of Fan Zeng and Zhang Liang during the Dragon Country’s Chu-Han Contention.

Chikamatsu Kenken was acquainted with the Chief Minister; after all, the Underground World occasionally needed resources from the Surface World.

"It’s a disaster," the Chief Minister sighed sorrowfully. "Maybe... probably... it might be my fault. I provoked someone. I only wanted to capture his daughter to ask a few questions, but I failed. And that man, so petty, came directly to Fusang to wreak havoc! His daughter is completely unharmed, yet my Fusang has suffered catastrophic losses!"

Chikamatsu Kenken let out a strange, grating laugh. "That was the biggest joke I have heard in my entire life. The mighty Fusang can’t handle a single man? Hey, isn’t that a little pathetic?"

"It’s not that we are useless. That man... he’s unreasonably strong," the Chief Minister said.

Chikamatsu Kenken didn’t believe him. He grinned. "Come, take me to see him. I’ll help you dispose of this person while we’re at it."