Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 264

"You... you actually think you can annihilate the Boling Cui Clan?" Cui Tan's voice was grim, yet resolute. "Since the time of Cui Guangping, my Boling Cui Clan has faced countless hardships. We have risen from the ashes time and again, and this time will be no different."

The Boling Cui Clan only fell this time because of the Sword Emperor. The Sword Emperor will surely help us rise again.

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian let out a cold laugh. "As long as I'm here, the Boling Cui Clan will never see a day of revival."

With that, Wu Tian waved his hand. "Kill!"

The iron-faced men charged toward Cui Tan.

Cui Tan snorted. He was also a practitioner of martial skills, not some ordinary city-dwelling elder. He immediately clashed with the iron-faced men, not at all at a disadvantage.

"These slaves of the Clear River Cui Clan are no match for me," Cui Tan spoke disdainfully. "They are not worthy to kill me. Wu Tian, if you want me dead, do it yourself. The Land of the South is destined to have you as its king. To die at your hand would be a fitting end, not a humiliation."

With that, Cui Tan threw a succession of fierce and domineering punches. The few iron-faced men surrounding him were struck and sent flying backward, spitting blood as they collapsed to the ground.

Cui Tan stood up straight and chuckled, staring directly at Wu Tian. "You'll have to do it yourself. I refuse to die at the hands of a bunch of slaves. Let me see what you, Wu Tian, are truly capable of."

The iron-faced men staggered to their feet, their eyes filled with guilt as they looked at Wu Tian. They hadn't expected this old master from the Boling Cui Clan to be a powerful Half-step Innate expert. The iron-faced men had been meticulously trained by the Clear River Cui Clan, but they stood no chance against a Half-step Innate master.

Cui Chong was also taken aback. He never expected his old rival to have secretly honed his martial arts. "Mr. Wu Tian, it seems only you can handle him. You'll have to take action."

Hearing this, Wu Tian shook his head and said with contempt, "He thinks the iron-faced men aren't qualified to kill him, that he desires to die at my hand? Yet, in my eyes... he is not worthy of dying at my hand."

Wu Tian's every word dripped with domineering arrogance. "Continue the attack."

The iron-faced men froze. They couldn't defeat Cui Tan, yet Wu Tian was still ordering them to attack? Why?

After a moment of hesitation, the iron-faced men resumed their assault on Cui Tan.

Cui Tan sneered, "It's useless! It's useless! Wu Tian, you might as well do it yourself." He struck again, intending to cripple them completely. He would make Wu Tian understand that he had to act personally.

I am the dignified Clan Leader of the Boling Cui Clan! How could I possibly die at the hands of mere commoners?

He moved to strike, but suddenly, Cui Tan felt something was wrong. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and his punches slowed to a crawl.

The iron-faced men saw their chance and immediately moved in.

"No!" Cui Tan panicked, but resisting was impossible. He felt an overwhelming weight crushing his body. In the next moment, the iron-faced men were upon him, punching and kicking.

"Argh!"

After a flurry of chaotic blows, Cui Tan was left battered and bruised, his face swollen.

"How did it come to this? I... I am a member of the Boling Cui Clan! How can I die at the hands of a bunch of slaves?" The fallen Cui Tan's face was a mask of indignation. Barely able to lift his head, he stared intently at Wu Tian and begged through gritted teeth, "I beg you, kill me yourself! I am willing to die at the hands of a dragon among men like you, not a pack of dog slaves!"

Hearing this, the iron-faced men clenched their fists, the veins on their arms bulging.

Dog slaves? Is he talking about us? On what grounds does he say that? We're human, too! How are we any different? Why does he call us dog slaves? Besides his birth, what makes him better than us? If we'd had the same start in life, what would he amount to?

Wu Tian glanced at the iron-faced men, sensing their simmering resentment.

Cui Chong remained silent. For members of the great clans, the distinction between the noble and the lowly was deeply ingrained. But Wu Tian had never seen things that way. He believed in the old saying: "Are kings and generals destined by birth?"

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