Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 387

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The words of the Fusang Sword Saint struck like a meteorite crashing into a great lake, instantly causing a massive uproar. All of Dragon Country's Martial Practitioners were enraged, their eyes practically shooting fire.

"So arrogant."

"Yes, that's going too far. Who do you think you are?"

The people of Dragon Country began to rebuke him one after another, but the Fusang Sword Saint paid them no mind.

Inside the car, Wu Tian also felt this Fusang Sword Saint was far too arrogant. He'll slay any god or buddha in his path? In my opinion, the Fusang Sword Saint doesn't have that kind of power at all!

The Fusang Sword Saint walked forward, but the path that had been cleared was once again blocked by Dragon Country's Martial Practitioners. They intended to deal with the Fusang Sword Saint here and now, determined not to let him set foot on Dragon Country's territory. They all wanted to use him as a stepping stone.

The Fusang Sword Saint understood their thoughts and let out a cold laugh. "You block my path, yet you neither advance nor retreat? Are the people of Dragon Country cowards?"

The crowd erupted. His statement was incredibly insulting, causing an even greater commotion among the people of Dragon Country.

"I cannot stand it any longer!"

Feng Guangyang, at the venerable age of ninety, was the first to lose his patience. In his youth, he had witnessed the atrocities committed by the Fusangs on Dragon Country soil. When the Fusangs invaded, they carried out the "Three Alls Policy":

Kill All,

Burn All,

Loot All!

Of course, past hatreds don't mean much, since none of my family died! Feng Guangyang wanted to kill the Fusang Sword Saint not for national vengeance or family grievance, but for personal fame.

"Huashan Sect, Feng Guangyang!" Knowing the reporters' cameras were on him, the first words out of his mouth declared his affiliation.

Feng Guangyang drew his sword and charged toward the Fusang Sword Saint, shouting, "This is the Nurturing Swordsmanship of the Huashan Sect, most suitable for scholars to learn. If any scholar wishes to join Huashan and practice this sword art, they will achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

He was actually advertising. It was clear that the Huashan Sect was in decline, fading with each generation, to the point that Feng Guangyang had to promote his sect in a situation like this.

"Perhaps you once thought yourself a great swordsman, but your Sword Heart is no longer pure!" With his third-generation Ghost Cleaver in hand, the Fusang Sword Saint and Feng Guangyang charged toward each other at the same time.

CLANG!

Their figures crossed in a blur, and the outcome was decided in an instant.

A deep gash was slashed across Feng Guangyang's left chest, gushing blood. A red plum blossom bloomed on his robe, growing larger by the second. He had been grievously wounded in a single blow.

Staggering, Feng Guangyang barely managed to stay upright by bracing himself with his sword.

"Did you see that? Viewers, did you see that? Our Dragon Country's Martial Skills are useless, completely no match for the Fusang 'oppa'," Hai Zhong, the host from Dragon Country, said mockingly into the camera.

The anger of the Dragon Country Martial Practitioners was fully ignited, and voices of indignation immediately rose. "Hai Zhong, and to think I watch your show! How could you say that? Are you even from Dragon Country?"

"You knelt to that pop star from Stick Country, and now you're sucking up to the Fusangs. You've completely disgraced all of us from Dragon Country!"

They were all hurling accusations at Hai Zhong, but he paid them no mind. Feeling he was in the right, he declared self-righteously, "Have I said anything wrong? Our Dragon Country's Martial Skills are indeed trash, and Fusang Martial Skills are indeed stronger than ours! It's also a fact that the bloodline of Dragon Country's people is trash, not as noble as the Fusangs' bloodline."

"You son of a bitch!"

Hai Zhong's words sparked public outrage. He was clearly from Dragon Country, yet he claimed their bloodline was inferior. Everyone wanted to go up and beat him.