Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 331

Executing a Formation, the 108 Generals did exactly as Wu Tian commanded. If he wanted them to strike the Sword Emperor 108 times, they would strike him 108 times.

Trapped within the Formation, the Sword Emperor soon realized something was terribly wrong. He had been too arrogant; he had underestimated this Formation.

Now, 108 men were slashing at the Sword Emperor simultaneously, each strike harmonizing perfectly. Coordinating three, four, or even five people was not difficult, but for 108 blades to harmonize so flawlessly… The Sword Emperor couldn't even fathom it. The individual strikes were unremarkable, but when combined, they were dazzling and magnificent!

They were like poppies: beautiful to look at, but if one were truly struck by them, an ordinary person would already be deader than dead.

"How could this be?"

"I have no idea."

The members of the northern Jianghu sects and noble families, who had all assumed the Sword Emperor could easily handle the 108 men, cried out in alarm.

At this moment, the Sword Emperor had no choice but to defend himself against the 108 blades.

The Sword Emperor dodged 72 strikes but was hit by 36. If it weren't for my profound Inner Strength, I would have died. He survived, but blood slowly trickled from his wounds.

"Finish him off while he's wounded!"

"Go!"

Seizing the opportunity, the momentum of the 108 blades came crashing down like the mighty Yangtze River, plunging the Sword Emperor into a desperate battle.

He wanted to shout for help, to call for his Sword Attendants to throw his swords to him. But the Sword Emperor refused to shout. Reporters were broadcasting live at that very moment. How can I, the dignified Sword Emperor, go back on my word?

But while he was lost in thought, the Sword Emperor was struck by another 36 blows. Enraged, he fought back like a madman. Three of the 108 men were sent flying, vomiting blood; nine suffered broken bones; and over a dozen were knocked unconscious. The Sword Emperor was like a berserk tiger. Having lost his reason, his power grew more domineering, but his techniques became less refined and were now full of flaws.

The remaining men seized the opportunity to move in, landing another 36 slashes on the Sword Emperor—bringing the total to a perfect 108.

The Sword Emperor suddenly lurched, opening his mouth to vomit a spray of fresh blood. The once-regal and imposing Sword Emperor was now drenched in blood, his face twisted into a demonic, teeth-gritting snarl.

"Sword, come!"

At the Sword Emperor's angry shout, his Sword Attendants hurriedly threw two swords to him.

The first sword was named Cheng Ying, a blade of refined elegance. Legend said that when it was forged, "dragons would part to give it shade, and migrating geese would land, forgetting to return," giving the sword its name. It had the power to enchant the soul.

The second sword was named Xiao Lian. This blade had the power to shroud all light in darkness.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't use a sword? Is the mighty Sword Emperor going back on his word?" the remaining members of the 108 Generals who could still stand shouted in fury.

Hearing this, the Sword Emperor grew even angrier. He would kill every single bystander here. He would make sure that everyone who knew he had gone back on his word would die. As for the viewers at home, the Sword Emperor would simply have an official notice issued claiming the entire night was just a movie shoot. What did a few lives matter? If it meant preserving his famed reputation—'When one sword is drawn, all others must submit'—he would kill as many as it took. He would not hesitate.

He raised Cheng Ying, and the 108 Generals suddenly felt their minds grow hazy.

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