Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Chapter 393 If Ghosts Defy Me, I Shall Trample Them [1/5]

The Chief Minister was certain of victory!

In the live broadcast, the Fusang Sword Saint used his Three Sword Style and charged toward Wu Tian. He rushed forward so fiercely that the very air was torn apart, and the sound of the void being sundered rang out loudly! But that wasn’t all; a wave of Killing Intent had already locked onto Wu Tian. This Killing Intent had nothing to do with onlookers like Wang Congming, yet even from the sidelines, they turned pale with fright.

One could only imagine how powerful the Fusang Sword Saint truly was.

The Martial Practitioners of the Dragon Country grew extremely anxious. If the Martial Emperor truly intended to face the Three Sword Style with his feet, it was nothing short of courting death.

"Martial Emperor, where is your Seven-Star Dragon Abyss?"

"Yes, hurry and use the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss!"

"Our Dragon Country’s famous sword is no worse than Fusang’s demon blades!"

After the Sword Emperor died, Wu Tian had also taken his swords into the Nine Dragon Ring. Those two blades possessed a special power, and the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss was no different. It could gather the surrounding Dragon Qi, and if one gained its acknowledgment, they could unleash Sword Qi as mighty as a dragon’s, even without knowing any swordsmanship.

But Wu Tian had no plans to use the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss. The little one remained in his arms; he didn’t even put her down. Seeing this, Wang Congming and the others grew even more worried for Wu Tian, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Just then, Wu Tian took a step forward and slightly raised his right foot. Everyone was stunned. Is he really going to use his foot? The next moment, Wu Tian kicked out, colliding directly with the ferocious Three Sword Style.

BOOM! The sound was deafening.

Everyone was terrified by the aftermath of the collision. The ground at the port shattered and cracked. Thick smoke billowed out, completely obscuring the results of the battle within. Most people, however, believed the Martial Emperor of the Dragon Country was finished.

"How can a man win a fight against a demonic entity like that?" one of the Sect leaders sighed deeply. The others nodded in agreement.

Wang Congming exclaimed in fright, "Then my Little Master is doomed as well?" Sadness filled his eyes.

Wang Dawan thought of the adorable little girl and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Hai Zhong, meanwhile, was ecstatic. He snatched the camera from a staff member, aimed it at his own face, and crowed, "Viewers, did you see that? Do you ordinary folk think this is a movie? No, this is real! Fusang is far stronger than our Dragon Country! Everyone, follow my lead and let’s all go become Fusangs!"

He had barely finished speaking when a sudden gust of wind swept the dust and smoke away. In the center of the shattered earth stood Wu Tian, perfectly still. The little one in his arms was also unharmed, her expression as cute as ever.

Meanwhile, the Fusang Sword Saint lay on the ground, drenched in blood.

"No... Impossible!" The Fusang Sword Saint could no longer get up. Wu Tian had said he would defeat him with a single kick, and he had done just that.

The Fusang Sword Saint asked in disbelief, "Your... your body... how can it be harder than my Kitetsu Body?"

Visible cracks had appeared on the blades of the Third Generation Kitetsu, the Second Generation Kitetsu, and the First Generation Kitetsu. Seeing this, Wang Congming and the others were left with their minds completely blank, utterly dumbfounded. Though they hated to admit it, they all knew that the Kitetsu blades were exceptionally sharp, a cut above even some of the Dragon Country’s most famous swords.

Yet swords like these were no match for Wu Tian’s foot? A foot? Was it really his foot? everyone wondered strangely.

...But Wu Tian paid no mind to their thoughts. His cold eyes looked past the Fusang Sword Saint, focusing instead on the Third Generation Kitetsu in the man’s left hand, the Second Generation Kitetsu in his right, and the First Generation Kitetsu that had fallen to the side.

"Once I destroy these Kitetsu blades, you will be reduced to ash! Those who make an enemy of me are destined for destruction, be they man or Ghost God."

As his words fell, Wu Tian’s foot stomped down on the Third Generation Kitetsu. His foot descended with endless power, like a heavenly pillar crashing to the earth.

Is he even human? the Sword Spirit thought, horrified beyond belief.

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