Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

The Chief Minister had not expected Chikamatsu Kenken to want to face Wu Tian himself, but the thought of Wu Tian’s prowess made him hesitate. "I think it’s better to ask the Master to handle this," he said.

"Ask my Master to handle it?" Chikamatsu Kenken’s tone was clearly displeased. He said impatiently, "We’re just dealing with a Martial Artist from the Surface World. Why make such a fuss? Does he really need to intervene?"

"No, you don’t understand. He..." the Chief Minister began, trying to explain just how terrifying Wu Tian was.

"Enough about him. I’m going out to fight him." Chikamatsu Kenken strode toward the tunnel entrance.

The Chief Minister, however, didn’t dare to go out. He continued deeper into the tunnel, hoping to find the Master.

...

Chikamatsu Kenken had just stepped out of the deep tunnel when he came face-to-face with Wu Tian.

Wu Tian arrived, riding a Phoenix.

Strange... What kind of bird is this? A peacock? A roc? An eagle? Chikamatsu Kenken rarely ventured to the Surface World and had no idea what a Phoenix was. It must be an eagle, or maybe a peacock?

"Another idiot crawling out from underground?" Wu Tian said with disdain, looking down from atop the Phoenix.

"What did you say?" Chikamatsu Kenken was furious. Idiot? He certainly understood that ’idiot’ was an insult. His gaze toward Wu Tian turned icy, as if he were looking at a dead man.

In the Underground World, it was often said that its people pursued the footsteps of "Immortals." In contrast, the people on the surface pursued nothing but silver and other crude, lowly things. They were simply unworthy of comparison.

"Idiot, get out of the way, or you’ll end up dead like those other Fusangs!" Wu Tian felt that killing the man before him would only dirty his own hands.

What? Chikamatsu Kenken’s expression changed drastically. He now realized this man was the "trouble from Fusang" the Chief Minister had mentioned.

"Who do you think you are, spouting such nonsense in front of me?" A thought suddenly occurred to Chikamatsu Kenken, and he said with an amused smile, "I once read a novel about a monkey and a great Buddha. The monkey boasted of his incredible prowess, claiming he could somersault one hundred and eight thousand li, yet he could never escape the Buddha’s palm. You... are that monkey."

Monkey my ass! What an idiot! Wu Tian was at least ten meters away from Chikamatsu Kenken. He casually slapped forward with his right hand.

"Ah!"

Chikamatsu Kenken felt as if something had struck his face, and his entire body was sent flying. It took him a moment to get back on his feet, his face already swollen like a pig’s head. But instead of looking at Wu Tian, he looked around suspiciously. With a respectful expression, he cupped his hands and said, "May I ask which esteemed Immortal Seeker has graced us with their presence? Let’s not have a flood wash away the Dragon King’s Temple—we’re all on the same side here."

He never suspected that Wu Tian had anything to do with it.

Meanwhile, Wu Tian stood atop the Phoenix, looking speechlessly at the fool before him. Immortal Seekers? Have they searched for "Immortals" until they’ve gone stupid?

Wu Tian leaped down from the Phoenix. Fusang was already in utter chaos; ruins were everywhere, as if doomsday had arrived. But his target wasn’t them. It was the Chief Minister of Fusang.

Now, Wu Tian walked toward Chikamatsu Kenken step by step. With each step, the ground trembled. One, two, three, four... The ground shook repeatedly.

"Now do you know who hit you?" Wu Tian gazed at Chikamatsu Kenken with contempt, his expression placid as he regarded him as nothing more than an ant. "I’ll ask you, is the scabbard in your possession?"

"I... I won’t tell." No matter how slow he was, Chikamatsu Kenken now understood that he was no match for the young man before him. He regretted it. Why didn’t I listen to the Chief Minister? But he didn’t truly blame himself. Instead, he blamed the Chief Minister. Why didn’t he try harder to hold me back?

Unable to defeat Wu Tian, Chikamatsu Kenken tried to reason with him. "The scabbard is ours. No matter how powerful you are, you can’t just take it! Tyrants never last long."

"Yours?" Wu Tian sneered and kicked out.

BOOM!

Chikamatsu Kenken was sent flying, smashing directly into the mountain wall.

The reporters, fearless in their line of work, had rushed back to the scene. Fusang’s soldiers wouldn’t dare approach, but the journalists did. They filmed the entire scene, astounded that a single kick from Wu Tian could send a man flying over ten meters. They couldn’t possibly imagine this level of power.

Wu Tian had already arrived before the fallen Chikamatsu Kenken. An oppressive aura surged from his body, making it difficult for Chikamatsu Kenken to even breathe. His presence was overwhelming, unstoppable!

"Tell me, what happened to the scabbard?" Wu Tian’s tone was glacial.

"I’ll never tell you. It belongs to us." Wu Tian’s power made Chikamatsu Kenken’s body tremble and his eyelids twitch uncontrollably. Struck by Wu Tian’s kick, he felt his three hundred-plus years of cultivation draining away. How could such a formidable person exist on the surface? His eyes filled with terror and shock. He couldn’t imagine a monster like this appearing in the Surface World. He had cultivated painstakingly for three hundred years, yet he was inferior to a youth barely twenty years old. This was simply inconceivable!

"Yours? Is that right? You Fusangs make me sick! You set foot on a piece of land and claim it’s yours. You get your hands on a scabbard and claim it’s yours..." At that moment, the Dragon Country blood in Wu Tian’s veins boiled with rage.

"You... what are you going to do to me? I’m telling you, my Master is from the Sixth Heavenly Demon Shogunate in the Underground World!" Chikamatsu Kenken sensed impending doom and immediately played his trump card.

"The Sixth Heavenly Demon? A domineering name. Too bad... you’re all just ants!" Wu Tian lifted his foot and stomped it down fiercely on Chikamatsu Kenken’s shoulder.

CRACK!

The shoulder bone shattered. Chikamatsu Kenken screamed in agony, spitting out a mouthful of crimson blood.

"Speak!" Wu Tian commanded coldly.

"I..." Chikamatsu Kenken was terrified. He didn’t want to die. "I’ll talk! I’ll talk! I’ll talk... The scabbard is with my teacher! There, can you let me go now?"

Let you go? Wu Tian snorted and kicked viciously again. "So foolish, yet you Fusangs still think you’re a superior race!"

With that one kick...

RIP!

Chikamatsu Kenken’s arm was torn clean off, flying through the air and embedding itself in the mountainside. A shower of blood rained down.

"Your people massacred Jinling, yet you refuse to admit it."

Another kick, and Chikamatsu Kenken’s other arm was torn away.

"You invaded the land of Yanhuang, claiming it was for our own good, for mutual development and prosperity?"

RIP!

His right leg was also kicked off as blood splattered everywhere.

"You claim what isn’t yours and refuse to repent to your dying breath!"

Another leg... was gone.

"AAAAAAHHHHH..." Chikamatsu Kenken, writhing in agony, died from the pain.

The reporters were dumbfounded. In all their lives, they had never witnessed such a brutal scene. They never imagined one person could be so cruel to another.

Am I cruel? Wu Tian was indifferent to their thoughts. When the Fusangs had run rampant on Dragon Country’s soil, they should have foreseen this day!

Dragon Country will not be insulted!

Dragon Country will not surrender!

Dragon Country has awakened, and all debts must be settled