Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 389

"Martial Emperor, what in the world are you looking at?" the Sword Saint of Fusang bellowed angrily. "Your only opponent is me."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian smiled.

"Put down the child in your arms," the Sword Saint of Fusang said coldly. "I disdain taking advantage of you."

"No need," Wu Tian replied, still holding the little one.

The Sword Saint of Fusang was stunned for a moment, then scoffed. "You think you can fight me while holding a child? Are you courting death? If you put the child down, our chances are fifty-fifty. But with a child in your arms, I can defeat you in a single move."

One move? Wu Tian couldn't help but laugh at the claim. Too lazy to waste words, he simply walked forward, holding the little one, his steps light and without a trace of hesitation.

"Against-the-Wind Slash!" the Sword Saint of Fusang sneered, lifting the Third-generation Ghost Cleaver.

This scene was being watched by the Martial Arts World of Dragon Country, the Chief Minister of Fusang, and even the Emperor of Fusang himself.

"To think Wu Tian is actually fighting our Sword Saint while holding a child. He's courting his own doom," the Emperor of Fusang said mockingly.

"The outcome will only be known once we see it through," the Chief Minister replied gravely.

"Hm?" The Emperor of Fusang was momentarily stunned before reacting. "Don't tell me you still think Wu Tian can turn this around while holding a child? The Against-the-Wind Slash is the most powerful technique in our Sword Dao."

The Chief Minister remained silent.

The Sword Saint of Fusang executed the Against-the-Wind Slash. His movements were as swift and formless as the wind itself. The blade, already incredibly sharp, was now augmented by a cutting gale, making its edge indescribably keen as it chopped down toward Wu Tian. The Third-generation Ghost Cleaver seemed to thrum, hungry and impatient for blood. To the cursed blade, Wu Tian was the most delicious of meals, and the attack was imbued with an endless, horrifying power that washed over even the distant bystanders.

To everyone's surprise, Wu Tian still didn't put the little one down. Instead, he simply kicked out.

He's using a kick to block Fusang's famous "Against-the-Wind Slash"?

In an instant, the crowd erupted. They all thought that if it were them, the leg they'd just kicked out would undoubtedly be lost. Many cried out urgently, "Martial Emperor, don't do it!"

But Wu Tian turned a deaf ear. The next moment, his kick collided with the Third-generation Ghost Cleaver.

I'll take your foot, the Sword Saint of Fusang thought with certainty. The blade of the Ghost Cleaver neatly sliced open Wu Tian's shoe. With the unparalleled sharpness of the Ghost Cleaver, he was sure this single strike would sever Wu Tian's foot completely.

But then—CLANG!

The resounding clash of steel on steel made the Sword Saint's face stiffen. He found he couldn't cut any deeper. The Sword Saint couldn't believe it. The Ghost Cleaver? Surely everyone in the world knew of its power. How could such a famously sharp blade fail to sever Wu Tian's foot?

The host, Hai Zhong, hadn't yet realized the situation and laughed scornfully. "The people of Dragon Country just can't compare to the people of Fusang! Challenging the Sword Saint... what an ignorant fool. Now he's lost his foot."

The Sword Saint of Fusang still refused to believe it and exerted more strength.

CLANG!

This time, a crack actually appeared on the Ghost Cleaver's blade.

"Impossible," the Sword Saint of Fusang exclaimed in shock.

However, Wu Tian's kick didn't stop. It continued its upward trajectory.

BOOM!

The kick landed squarely on the Sword Saint of Fusang's chest. His ribs shattered instantly.

"No!" The Sword Saint of Fusang felt his life force completely drain away. He couldn't believe it. He was the Sword Saint of Fusang. Wu Tian was the Martial Emperor of Dragon Country. Their meeting should have been a great battle, like the clashes between the fabled masters in Mr. Gu Long's novels! It should have been a clash of titans—a dragon against a tiger, a battle between storm clouds—full of thrilling, bloody action, a tale that would become famous throughout the world and sung by generations to come. However, the reality was completely different from what he had imagined. He never expected to be… instantly killed!

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