Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 366

"Sword Saint, you are too arrogant," Yong Wu said angrily. Seeing the Sword Saint on the raft with no communication devices, he continued, "It seems you are not yet aware that your Fusang Onmyoji and Yang City's Beichen Martial Arts School have been annihilated?"

"Oh?" At this, the Fusang Sword Saint's tone held a hint of interest, not anger. He asked with excitement, "Tell me, who did it?"

He had devoted his entire life to his swords, the Ghost Cleavers, and didn't even own a cellphone. His Sword Dao was that of an ascetic monk. He rarely enjoyed anything; his days consisted of drinking porridge while avoiding all greasy food and alcohol. After finishing his porridge, he would spend the rest of the day just gazing at his Ghost Cleavers. When night fell, he would sleep holding them in his arms. He pursued the ultimate Bushido path and had come to Dragon Country in search of an opponent, so that neither he nor his swords would feel lonely.

"It was the Martial Emperor, of course," Yong Wu said. "Since the Martial Emperor could defeat your Fusang Onmyoji, then today, this humble monk shall use Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Skills to defeat you, the Sword Saint of Fusang!"

"The Martial Emperor?" The Fusang Sword Saint heard only the first half of Yong Wu's sentence before bursting into laughter, completely ignoring the rest.

"I've finally found an opponent! This is fantastic, simply fantastic!" The Fusang Sword Saint seemed to teeter on the brink of madness. Looking at the three Ghost Cleavers at his waist, he said, "My Ghost Cleavers, you must be thrilled too. You can't wait to meet this Martial Emperor."

Yong Wu was livid. What is wrong with this Fusang Sword Saint? I'm a living person standing right here, and he won't even look at me, focused only on dueling Wu Tian? Now he's talking to himself, refusing to speak to me!

"Such arrogance! The Martial Emperor has no time for you. This time, allow this humble monk to test you with Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Skills—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Fusang Sword Saint's third-generation Ghost Cleaver was already unsheathed. It was the Draw and Slash! This was a famous technique in Fusang, a sword technique from the Iaido school designed to defeat an enemy by drawing the blade in an instant, leaving no opening to exploit.

The draw was almost invisible. Yong Wu never imagined the Fusang Sword Saint would attack so suddenly. In an instant, the Ghost Cleaver struck. Yong Wu had no time to react, let alone use any of the 72 Ultimate Skills.

The Fusang Sword Saint sheathed his blade.

"You..." Yong Wu felt a strange sensation on his neck. He tried to speak, but no sound came out. Then, he collapsed, his eyes wide open in death.

The Shaolin disciples behind him were stunned. The Fusang Sword Saint was too strong; his strike was too fast. They hadn't seen him draw his sword at all. To them, the Sword Saint had remained on his raft, completely motionless.

"My only opponent is the Martial Emperor. As for the rest? No matter how many come, that's how many will die," the Fusang Sword Saint said coldly. He then looked at his Ghost Cleavers with fanatical obsession. "Their blood isn't tasty. Be patient. Just a few more days. I believe the Martial Emperor's blood will be just what you need." As his gaze settled on the third-generation Ghost Cleaver, the Fusang Sword Saint's expression turned to one of pure madness.

On the ship, the young monks were utterly terrified, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

The Fusang Sword Saint paid them no mind as his raft continued toward Dragon Country.

Wu Tian, of course, had no idea that Shaolin Temple had offered him the scriptures from their Library in exchange for being the first to face the Fusang Sword Saint. As it turned out, any hope of achieving fame and success was completely out of the question. Instead, a life was lost.

The next day, Wu Tian thought his little girl's enthusiasm for school would have waned. But to his surprise, the moment she opened her eyes, before even brushing her teeth, she was clamoring to go.

"Why do you like school so much?" Wu Tian asked. Even though I used to be a good student, I never understood it. I got good grades, but I never wanted to go to school either.

"Because I can show off," the little girl said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Wu Tian nodded. Getting good grades doesn't make you a top student. So, what is a top student? It's someone who amazes the teachers, someone whose abilities far surpass everyone else in their class. A single sentence from a top student can leave the whole room in shock. Clearly, the Wu Tian of the past, despite his good grades, was not that. But this little girl... she's a true top student.

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