Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 332

The Sword Emperor and his companions were terrified. Swallowing hard, the Sword Emperor forced a dry laugh. "Why must it be like this? As the saying goes, 'those who fight become friends.' Why don't we become friends instead?"

Wu Tian chuckled.

"What should we do?" Many from the northern sects had grown pale, licking their dry lips and whispering to those around them.

"I... How should I know?" The people nearby were also terrified, regretting their decision with every fiber of their being. They never would have imagined that in the Land of the South, there could be a young man who, despite his tender age, was as formidable as the fiercest of beasts. If things went south, they might all die here.

With this thought, they looked at Wu Tian's figure with complicated expressions. Their gazes then fell upon the Sword Emperor's back, placing all their hopes on him. They hoped the Sword Emperor would live up to his reputation: "Once his sword is drawn, all other swords submit."

Wu Tian was already standing before the Sword Emperor, the two of them merely five meters apart.

The Sword Emperor clenched his teeth, knowing Wu Tian wouldn't let this go. All he could do now was fight with all his might. He held the Inheritance Shadow Sword in his left hand and the Nightgleam in his right.

With a wave of the Nightgleam, the area plunged into darkness, as if the plaza's night lights had been completely snuffed out. This was the hidden ability of the renowned sword.

As the curtain of darkness descended upon the plaza in front of the Southern Province Hospital, the Sword Emperor raised the Inheritance Shadow Sword, his potent Inner Strength swirling around it. He took a deep breath, stomped on the ground, and charged straight at Wu Tian.

The Sword Emperor's swordsmanship had abandoned any semblance of showmanship. His sword was perhaps like that of the Flying Swordsman from Mr. Gu Long's novels; a single thrust was the pinnacle of his art.

The Inheritance Shadow Sword closed in on Wu Tian, Inner Strength coalescing on the blade, sharpening its edge to an unimaginable degree. He thrust fiercely, the blade moving at a speed invisible to the naked eye as it shot toward Wu Tian's neck. The Sword Emperor had earned his title by defeating opponents without ever needing a second strike, relying solely on this one thrust.

All anyone could see was darkness—the power of the Nightgleam. As his sword aimed for Wu Tian's throat, the Sword Emperor, wary that Wu Tian might detect it, simultaneously unleashed the ability of the Inheritance Shadow Sword. Every famous sword has its own power, but only those who truly understand them can bring forth their hidden abilities. Some say that on the surface of the Earth, the most powerful weapon is the Crystal Skull.

The Inheritance Shadow Sword became a blur, a series of afterimages that dazzled the eyes.

Yet Wu Tian's pitch-black pupils were utterly calm as he indifferently watched the approaching blade. The sword was a mere instant from piercing his throat, and a smile began to form on the Sword Emperor's lips.

CLANG!

In the next moment, the Sword Emperor discovered that his sword would not pierce Wu Tian's neck, no matter how hard he tried. This left him stunned. The swords in his hands were no ordinary blades; they were the Inheritance Shadow Sword and Nightgleam, two of the legendary Three Swords of Kong Zhou. Even if a master from a Jianghu sect like Shaolin had cultivated the supposedly impossible Vajra Indestructible Body to its peak, his swords should have been able to pierce it.

So why not Wu Tian? Is he even human? Could he be a robot? For a moment, the Sword Emperor's thoughts dissolved into a chaotic mess.

"Pathetic clown!"

Unconcerned with the Sword Emperor's shock, Wu Tian simply slapped him across the face.

"Ah!"

Struck by the blow, the Sword Emperor's entire face was crushed and squashed together, utterly disfigured as blood splattered everywhere. With a terrible scream, he was sent flying backward into the crowd from the Jianghu sects and great families. The impact killed more than a dozen people before he finally tumbled to a clumsy stop, sprawled on his back.

The entire area fell silent. The legendary Sword Emperor was a one-move wonder? Beaten into a grotesque freak by a single slap?

The members of the Jianghu sects and the great families were utterly silent.

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