Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Chapter 404: The Dragon and Tiger Storm Gathering [7/7]

"It’s a pity it’s still evening," Abe said in frustration. "The sun hasn’t set yet, so we can’t go out."

"This is our first meeting. It truly fits the phrase... ’when kings meet.’" Abe Seimei looked at Wu Tian, his handsome eyes beaming with triumph.

Along the way, the phoenix-like creature Wu Tian rode had destroyed countless beings.

"When kings meet?" Atop the Phoenix, Wu Tian was slightly taken aback when he heard Abe Seimei’s words.

Since when did an ant dare to compare itself to him and claim ’when kings meet’?

"Is it not so? I am the king among Onmyoji, and you are the king of Martial Arts. Our meeting today can certainly be called... ’when kings meet’!" Abe Seimei looked around and, sure enough, some fearless reporters had arrived. He wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he proclaimed, "This battle will be recorded in the annals of history! Our relationship, to use a phrase you might know, could be called... a Stormy Convergence of Dragon and Tiger!"

「At the same time, in another place.」

The entire courtyard was bathed in moonlight. The moon had dimmed at some point, shrouding the courtyard in what seemed like a black veil.

A breeze drifted by, and Xi Huachi’s eyes narrowed. "Come out."

How could this be? Shi Jintong’s eyes widened. Even though he was a grandmaster of Martial Arts, he hadn’t sensed a thing.

Suddenly, a glint of cold light flashed less than half a meter in front of Xi Huachi, stabbing toward him with silent, lightning speed.

Xi Huachi snorted coldly. The attacker was sent flying back like a kite with a snapped string, hitting the ground with a sharp crack.

"Man under the Moon, after all these years, you still rely on these old tricks."

A moment later, the space a few meters from Shi Jintong twisted, and a figure appeared. The figure seemed transparent; one could even see the scenery behind it through its body.

A cloaking technique? Shi Jintong rubbed his eyes and looked again. By then, the figure had solidified into a physical form.

Cold sweat beaded on Shi Jintong’s forehead. The opponent was now no more than three meters away from him, yet he hadn’t noticed their approach at all. What realm has he reached? If he wanted to take my life, it would be terrifyingly easy.

At that moment, Shi Jintong realized how absurd his purpose here was. Me, protect Xi Huachi? I’d probably be dead before I even knew what hit me.

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