Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Chapter 342: I’m Not RMB

The Sword Saint of Fusang looked calmly at the Xiao Family Head. "Do you possess a famed sword?"

The Xiao Family Head nodded, putting on a majestic air, but he couldn’t hide the pride gleaming in his eyes. A swordsman’s blade isn’t for show, but the Xiao Family Head was no pure swordsman. He raised the sheathed sword in his hand.

What was most striking about the weapon was its hilt, which was exquisitely crafted from beautiful jade.

He murmured, "This sword is named Jade Hilt Dragon, though it’s commonly known as the Jade Hilt Sword. It once belonged to Guo Ziyi, the Prince of Fenyang, who used it to exterminate rebels like An Lushan in our Dragon Country."

His proud words had barely faded when a steel-like palm struck—a karate chop that smashed directly into the Xiao Family Head’s mouth.

"Ah!"

With a crack of shattering teeth, the Xiao Family Head’s mouth filled with blood. He was now barely able to speak as it gushed from the corner of his lips, a ghastly sight.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Zhan and Xiao Tian shouted in unison, rushing forward to shield the Family Head.

The Sword Saint of Fusang, who had appeared on the ship’s deck without anyone noticing, said coldly, "A sword is an instrument of death. It is meant for killing, not for looking at, not for showing off. For a man like that to insult the sword while holding such a fine one... I couldn’t resist teaching him a lesson!"

The Xiao Family Head stared at the Sword Saint of Fusang in a rage. He hit me just for that? My entire jaw feels shattered. The pain is so intense I don’t dare to even try speaking; I’m not sure if I can.

He gave a muffled snort and drew the Jade Hilt Dragon, signaling for Xiao Zhan and Xiao Tian to attack with him.

Xiao Zhan nodded. Though he had been defeated by Wu Tian and had lost his Sword Heart, he could still fight.

Xiao Tian swallowed nervously and drew his sword as well. But I can’t help but glance at the gun on my belt. I don’t have much confidence in the swordsmanship I’ve practiced for years. My real hope is in this firearm.

They weren’t alone. Numerous members of the Xiao Family had been hiding inside the ship. Now, they all emerged at once, swarming the deck and surrounding the Sword Saint of Fusang.

The Xiao Family of Lanling was a great clan. However, those in the know understood they were not among the prestigious Five Surnames and Seven Families. But if they killed the Sword Saint of Fusang today, their fame would surely skyrocket, just like Wu Tian’s. Then, it would be no difficult task for the Xiao Family of Lanling to catch up to the Wang Family of Taiyuan.

The Xiao Family Head grunted, and immediately, everyone surged forward, determined to kill the Sword Saint of Fusang right there. The Xiao Family of Lanling had already confirmed that the area was deserted. Otherwise, they would never have dared to confront the Sword Saint of Fusang on the coast of his own homeland. Once he was dead, they could claim the Xiao Family Head was the sole slayer. Then, the Xiao Family of Lanling would become as glorious as the midday sun.

Ever since Wu Tian became famous, many elders in the Xiao Family of Lanling had been lamenting that things would be so much better if Xiao Liang were the Clan Leader. His relationship with Wu Tian, the Martial Emperor, was so strong that the Xiao Family would have had no worries. The current Xiao Family Head couldn’t stand hearing these words, which was why he had orchestrated this plan.

"No matter how numerous, ants are still just ants. You violate the spirit of Bushido! You deserve to die!" the Sword Saint of Fusang roared. He had journeyed to the Central Plains to elevate his Martial Path, seeking honorable duels, not to be debased by the shameful swarm tactics of the Xiao Family of Lanling!

The Sword Saint of Fusang did not draw his sword, Onikiri. Instead, he attacked with his bare hands and feet, his techniques bearing the distinct hallmarks of Fusang Martial Arts.

"Ah!" Someone’s teeth were knocked out.

"Argh!" Another was sent flying, spitting blood.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

One punch after another! One kick after another!

The Sword Saint of Fusang fought like a ferocious beast, and the men of the Xiao Family were little more than lambs to the slaughter. The battle raged from the ship’s foredeck, through the inner corridors, and all the way to the aft deck. One by one, the disciples of the Xiao Family died beneath his fists. The Sword Saint fought like a madman, heedless of his own safety, trading injury for injury. But the Xiao Family men didn’t dare do the same. They chose to dodge and evade, and as a result, they were utterly suppressed and beaten down by the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint, wearing his distinctive wooden clogs, kicked out violently.

"Ah!"

Xiao Tian’s sword was sent flying, and his right hand was shattered by the kick. He screamed in agony.

Then, the Sword Saint pressed his advantage, pinning Xiao Tian under his foot. Xiao Tian fumbled for his gun, but there was no time.

"Save me... save me," Xiao Tian cried out in terror.

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