Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"Do you all think this Martial Emperor can take on 270,000 people?"

Many were asking the same question. Before them stood the foremost experts from their respective regions of the Martial Arts World.

"Impossible!"

"He can’t!"

"There are limits to a person’s strength."

"..."

Their answers were unanimous. Wu Tian was strong, but he absolutely could not fend off 270,000 people.

Wu Tian shone too brightly. He was the undisputed number one on Earth, but they could not allow his brilliance to soar any higher. They all hoped this would be the end for him, that he would stir up no more commotion. You are already stunning enough.

Now, 270,000 people confronted Wu Tian.

"You’re too arrogant!"

"You have trampled on our dignity! You are guilty!"

"Kill him!"

They had forgotten what they themselves had done to Wu Tian. They only remembered him trampling on their land, wreaking havoc, and bullying them beyond measure.

Wu Tian ignored them.

Seeing this, they attacked at once. Under their combined power, death seemed to be the only possible outcome.

"Gather!" Wu Tian raised his scabbard and uttered a single word.

Instantly, the "World’s Number One Defensive Move" activated. The mouth of the scabbard became like an endless black hole, sucking in every single attack until they vanished without a trace.

"How is this possible?"

"What is that?"

"Is it a Spell?"

Everyone watching the live broadcast was dumbfounded, their minds blank. Utterly shocked, they stared like speechless fools as the entire world fell deathly silent.

Wu Tian’s lips curled into a smile. The World’s Number One Defensive Move! It is one of the few supreme techniques in the Immortal Emperor Realm, naturally invincible and unstoppable.

Wu Tian raised his scabbard and swung it, unleashing successive streaks of Blood Glow that slashed through the air!

Two hundred seventy thousand men versus one. Yet, it was the 270,000 who were being massacred by that single man. A merciless scene was unfolding.

The Firmament above roared with thunder as a torrential rain poured down. Amidst the curtain of rain, Wu Tian swung his scabbard, never stopping!

The rain falling to the ground was quickly dyed red, a mixture of water and blood. The land had transformed into a vision of hell.

Wu Tian, scabbard in hand, continued to press forward.

His murderous aura was chilling. The baleful energy surrounding him was now beyond human comprehension, soaring into the sky.

The thunder in the sky grew louder and the rain fell harder, but no one paid any attention to the weather. The journalists stood motionless in the downpour, broadcasting the entire scene.

Wu Tian’s murderous intent did not diminish in the slightest. He kept killing, and the rain could not wash away the blood that stained his body—the blood of others, not his own.

More than 264,000 people gritted their teeth. Some continued to charge forward, hoping to use a human-wave tactic to overwhelm and kill him.

A cold sneer touched Wu Tian’s lips. Wielding the scabbard as a sword, he charged into the fray once more. All who stood against him were condemned to an eternal slumber in this place.

The battle line of 270,000 men was utterly shattered by Wu Tian alone!

"No! He’s not human!" The enemies were terrified, their formations breaking as they began to retreat.

"No! This can’t be real!"

Whether they were witnessing the scene firsthand or watching the live broadcast, everyone’s pupils were wide with disbelief. The entire world was in shock!

"The massacre begins again." Wu Tian’s cold eyes locked onto his enemies. In that instant, they felt as if they had been plunged into a cavern of ice.

Death had arrived. There was no escape.

The slaughter resumed.

A night passed.

The next day, the rising sun revealed the enemies who had fled through the night. They had already left Beihai Avenue, scattering in all directions. Of the 270,000, more than 110,000 had been killed.

Bodies littered the ground everywhere.

Only then did Wu Tian halt his steps, his slaughter finally at an end. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The live broadcast had also ended, but the world remained in a state of horror after a long, sleepless night.

After today’s battle, Wu Tian was the undisputed number one on Earth, an undeniable fact no one would dare challenge.

The various national communities within the Martial Arts World were in an uproar, all discussing the same question: what kind of Martial Skills did Wu Tian practice?

But regardless, with this single battle, Wu Tian underwent a Divine Enthronement, becoming a living legend.

His new title was... the Martial God!

Wu Tian, mounted on the White Phoenix and holding his scabbard, departed.

When he arrived home, he found rows of Kings of Soldiers standing at his doorstep. They were there to escort someone who had come to see him.