Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Miss the Kill, Escape a Thousand Miles

Qian Taishao froze, baffled by the strange looks from Xia Qian and the others.

The little girl clapped her hands. "Creepy guy, look at your neck."

What’s wrong with my neck? As the thought crossed his mind, Qian Taishao reached up to touch his neck. Suddenly, with a single touch, he lifted his own head clean off his shoulders.

Qian Taishao’s body collapsed. His head rolled for a moment before coming to a stop, his eyes wide open in death. He died without even knowing how it happened.

Wu Tian snapped his fingers again.

SNAP.

The thousand or so people under Qian Taishao’s hypnosis all came to their senses. They clearly remembered everything—what happened before they were hypnotized and what happened while they were under. Now, staring at Qian Taishao’s corpse, their bodies trembled with fear.

Qian Taishao looked sleazy, but everyone here knew how formidable he was. This area had once been bustling, but after his arrival, he had hypnotized everyone. Such a formidable and terrifying person was someone the city’s common folk would never normally encounter. Yet, such a powerful, terrifying man had died so simply.

How could this be possible?

Disbelief and horror surged in their eyes. They all wondered if they were dreaming. Some even slapped themselves hard across the face, the sharp sting confirming they were awake.

In an instant, every gaze fell upon Wu Tian. Their eyes were filled with shock and suspicion, certain that this man was responsible for Qian Taishao’s death. But they couldn’t figure out how he had done it, as no one had seen him make a move. Not even the little girl, Qin Yuhan, or Xia Qian, who stood right beside him, knew what he had done.

Among the crowd of nearly a thousand, most had been hypnotized by Qian Taishao, but a few were willing followers. They were local hooligans who craved adventure, savored bloodshed, and were fans of Underworld novels. With Qian Taishao dead, they felt their dreams shatter. Yet they didn’t dare seek revenge. Looking at Qian Taishao’s corpse, they felt not hatred, but sheer panic.

"This person is terrifying."

"Yeah, let’s get out of here!"

With faces full of panic, they looked at Wu Tian as if he were a dreaded Ghost God not of the Mortal Realm. The next moment, their eyelids twitched violently as they spun around and fled.

Seeing this, a cold sneer touched Wu Tian’s lips. "I can see your hands are stained with innocent blood. Since you act like beasts, you might as well become them."

Wu Tian snapped his fingers once more.

SNAP.

The crisp sound echoed. Suddenly, the fleeing men’s eyes went vacant as if they had been struck dumb. They all dropped to the ground. Some began barking like dogs—WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!—while others started clucking like chickens—CLUCK! CLUCK! CLUCK!

Wu Tian had used an Illusion Technique, whereas Qian Taishao had used hypnotism. The two couldn’t be compared; they were on completely different levels.

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