Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: The Little One Becomes the Sect Leader

What on earth had happened inside the Blood Mist?

The people at the foot of the mountain didn’t know, but their bodies began to tremble involuntarily. As for those on Wudang Mountain, they were utterly horrified.

Within the Blood Mist, streaks of Blood Glow slithered like venomous snakes in all directions. One of them shot toward Wujizi. He tried to dodge, but the Blood Glow, moving like a sentient creature, cleaved off his other arm. He had previously used the True Martial Sword to block, but the blade had shattered.

"What?" Seeing this, the Wudang disciples stared as if their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. The True Martial Sword was the personal weapon of Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, a first-rate treasure! How could it be so fragile? Now, Wujizi was an armless man.

"Ah!" Wujizi screamed in agony, gritting his teeth. "You can’t kill me! The Sword Saint of Fusang will soon arrive in the Dragon Country. Without me... the Dragon Country will suffer humiliation! For the sake of the Dragon Country... let me go!"

Wu Tian was filled with disdain, and so was the Blood Glow. It showed no mercy, turning back to continue its macabre work as chunks of Wujizi’s flesh flew off, one by one.

"Ah..." Wujizi was experiencing a living hell. The screams of Wudang’s greatest master were more miserable than a slaughtered pig’s, so desolate that anyone who heard them would shudder. His eyes filled with terror, the pain so intense he yearned to pass out. But whenever he fainted, the Blood Glow would slash him again, forcing him awake. He would pass out, only to be slashed and awakened again and again. This was a torment no human could possibly endure.

"No, ah... ah...!" he shrieked. "Let me go! The Sword Saint of Fusang is coming from the east! They need me! Ah...!"

Finally, the screams stopped abruptly.

Wujizi’s body had been hacked into three hundred and sixty-five pieces. The chunks of flesh and blood fell to the ground, his blood flowing across the earth as if in repentance to Wudang.

The Wudang disciples who witnessed this fell into a dead silence, still able to see the gruesome scene through the swirling mist.

Zhang Jifeng collapsed to the ground, stupefied, his face a mask of utter disbelief. He had expected a great battle, but it had ended so simply. The suffocating stench of blood filled the air. Asura! This is truly an Asura. He realized the person before them was not a compassionate god but a demon of slaughter. And this was only the beginning.

The other streaks of Blood Glow shot toward the remaining disciples—the corrupt ones who deserved to die. Each streak would slice its victim three hundred and sixty-five times before fading away.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

The Blood Glow slaughtered all the corrupt Wudang disciples, and their collective screams were terrifyingly loud.

Below the mountain, the reporters and onlookers were stunned, completely clueless as to what was happening.

"My God, what is this Blood Mist?"

Hmm? From within the Blood Mist, Wu Tian’s lips curled into a slight smile. "You want me to be Wudang’s Sect Leader? A pity, but Wudang is not worthy."

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