Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: The Little Guy is About to Show His Power

Wu Tian’s kick shot out without a hint of hesitation. Huang Xuantian had no way to evade and was struck directly. The crowd only saw Wu Tian’s foot lash out, and in an instant, a bloody hole was punched straight through Huang Xuantian’s chest. One could see the scenery behind him through the gaping wound, where bits of flesh and fragments of bone were clearly visible.

Huang Xuantian’s eyes widened, but he could no longer utter a single word. One of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, Family Head of the Huang Family, Huang Xuantian, was dead!

Wu Tian scanned the crowd. "Anyone who has a problem with this, step forward," he said.

The faces of many onlookers turned deathly pale as they shook their heads.

Step forward? To offer ourselves up for slaughter?

A deep, visceral terror gripped their hearts. They began to fear Wu Tian. After all, everyone present knew perfectly well who Huang Xuantian was—one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, known by the moniker ’Qi Spirit’. Yet such a powerful figure had been kicked to death in a single blow. It was a reality that was simply too difficult to accept. The power behind Wu Tian’s kick left them speechless. That wasn’t the strength a human should possess!

The disciples of the Wudang Sect were especially stunned, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. Fear gripped every single one of them. "We’re sorry, Sect Leader," one of them muttered. "Yeah, even if he is a demon father, we couldn’t possibly beat him." "He’s right."

The little girl’s brow furrowed. She had discovered a new term today: ’demon father’.

What does that mean?

She didn’t know yet, but she absolutely refused to let a word exist that she didn’t understand. She decided she would ask her mommy when she got home.

The members of the Huang Family trembled uncontrollably. Their Family Head had died, just like that? A moment ago, they believed victory was in their grasp. Now, with Huang Xuantian dead and no other truly powerful expert among them, they were lost and filled with panic.

Huang Ming’s legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed. Luckily, a soldier propped him up, but Huang Ming was in no state to offer thanks. His heart was an abyss of desolation, despair, and pain.

Even Master was killed by him. What chance would I possibly have?

Suddenly, Huang Ming recalled the words he had once spoken to Wu Tian:

"Under equal conditions, I could never be your match."

"But unfortunately, in this world, the starting line is never the same for everyone."

"So, it’s destiny that I surpass you."

"You think you’re my opponent?"

"Heh."

"No! You’re! Not! Worthy!"

As these words echoed in his mind, Huang Ming was flooded with guilt. Back then, Wu Tian had only reacted with disdain, and Huang Ming had assumed it was because Wu Tian didn’t understand his own limitations. Now, it was clear that the one who had overestimated himself wasn’t Wu Tian, but him—Huang Ming.

Huang Ming knew that after defeating his master, the authorities would almost certainly recognize Wu Tian as a new member of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. He also knew that from this day forward, no matter how hard he chased, he would never even touch Wu Tian’s shadow.

If a hole had opened up in the ground right then, Huang Ming would have gladly crawled inside to hide from his shame.

No one could have predicted events would unfold this way. The only ones unsurprised were Xiao Tianzan and the little girl. They had only seen the tip of the iceberg of Wu Tian’s true power, but even that was more than enough.

Under the watchful gazes of the crowd, Wu Tian’s face remained as calm as still water.

To anyone else, killing Huang Xuantian would be an incredible achievement—a feat to boast about for a lifetime. Generations would pass down the story. ’Did you know? My father once killed one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country.’ ’Did you hear? My grandfather once killed one of the Seven Saints!’ But to me, Huang Xuantian was never worthy of being called an opponent. The people I killed in that other world were all titans of their era: disciples from Immortal Emperor clans, Divine Kings with special physiques, heirs born with dual pupils. Compared to them, this Huang Xuantian isn’t even an insect.

Still, this one casual kick would probably be enough for someone to establish their own sect here in the mortal world. It’s certainly no weaker than techniques like the Dragon Claw Hand, Mystifying Fist, or Shadowless Kick.

Master, oh master! You were so sure your martial skills were invincible, and now you’ve doomed your own disciple!

But if not him, who is he going to have fight me?

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