Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 Asura Descends

Driven by fury, Wujizi charged at Zhang Jifeng. Zhang Jifeng faltered for a fraction of a second, but it was too late. Wujizi’s left fist, already encased in Inner Strength, slammed into his chest.

Instantly, Zhang Jifeng’s body was sent flying backward like a basketball, crashing into a large tree and snapping it in two. He felt as if his entire body had been shattered.

"You’d better shut your mouth," Wujizi said, his voice dripping with anger and mockery. "I’m in a rage right now, and I wouldn’t mind killing one more person."

The surrounding Wudang disciples looked on with worry but dared not act. They feared death, knowing that all of them together were no match for Wujizi. They were outer sect disciples; some hadn’t even learned the most basic Wudang martial arts. Wujizi, however, was different. He was the Sect Leader who held the true teachings of Wudang. The disparity in their strength was simply too vast.

The Wudang disciples all looked toward Zhang Jifeng, only to find him clenching his jaw, preparing to stand up again. In his eyes, there was persistence, tenacity, defiance, and above all, unwavering determination.

CREAK.

His sternum protested, but Zhang Jifeng still forced himself to stand, his gaze locked on Wujizi as blood trickled relentlessly from the corner of his mouth.

"Wrong! It’s simply wrong!"

"No matter what you say, you are in the wrong, Martial Uncle," Zhang Jifeng said, utterly unafraid.

"Then you can die along with this couple," Wujizi said, his eyes revealing an unspeakable ferocity. He would kill these people to pave the way for Lu Yunsheng.

The True Martial Sword in his hand slashed out, a cold glint of light aiming to simultaneously sever the throats of Zhang Jifeng and the couple. It should have succeeded, but alas, the law that villains die because they talk too much is immutable.

As the sword swung, Wujizi laughed loudly, "No one can save you now! Hahahaha..."

No one?

Just as the blade was about to slice their necks, a blood-red mist suddenly spread across the peak of Wudang Mountain, completely enveloping Wujizi and the others.

"What’s happening?"

"I have no idea."

The Wudang disciples were all astonished.

Wujizi also stared at the Blood Mist in surprise. He had lived on Wudang Mountain for so long, yet he had never witnessed such a bizarre scene.

At the same time, a Blood Glow swept through the mist.

"Ah!"

Wujizi had no time to react. He could only watch in horror as his left arm was sent flying—it had been severed completely. A torrent of blood spurted from the wound, and the intense pain caused Wujizi’s body to tremble as he let out a scream of agony.

He couldn’t believe it. Even if one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country attacked him, his arm shouldn’t have been severed before he even realized what was happening.

"Who? Who on earth is it?"

Wujizi roared with rage from within the Blood Mist. Through the haze, the Wudang disciples could just make out that their Sect Leader’s arm had been severed. In their eyes, Wujizi was the greatest expert of Wudang; they could never have imagined a day when he would lose an arm.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

The Wudang disciples were shocked. Could this be an Immortal descending to the mortal realm? Are mortals unworthy of beholding His true face?

Is this person a man? Or a ghost?

Wu Tian watched this display coldly. When you were killing others, Wujizi, did you ever consider their feelings? Now that it’s your turn, you feel this is the greatest pain in the world? And you call others cruel?

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