Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 521

Chapter 521: Chapter 522: Full Moon Night, Summit of the Forbidden City [4th update, please subscribe]

"So, you also think your father is a bastard?" Wu Tian glanced at Dugu Zheng, his tone playful.

"Yes... he’s a bastard," Dugu Zheng said, lowering his head. In order to survive, he had no choice but to agree with whatever Wu Tian said. Maybe if I do this, he’ll let me go!

As for dignity? He rationalized it away. Throughout history, haven’t all who accomplished great things endured countless hardships? Emperor Gaozu of Han faced the humiliation of seeking peace at Baideng, and Emperor Gaozu of Tang suffered the disgrace of submitting to the Tujue. If they had all just taken a sword to their own necks, seeking death like some narrow-minded fool, how could they ever have founded their nations? They would have been worse than even Goujian or Han Xin. Truly the height of ignorance.

He recalled this as a line from a novel, where Murong Bo comforts Murong Fu. To Dugu Zheng, it sounded absolutely right.

Why have I cast aside my dignity? To endure humiliation just to survive? No. It’s not because I’m a coward who fears death. It’s because I am destined for great things! That’s why I must do this—learn from Goujian, who slept on brushwood and tasted gall, and endure humiliation as Han Xin did! This is what proves that I am a man destined for greatness!

But deep down, he was also shocked by Wu Tian’s power. Wu Tian hasn’t even acted personally. His subordinates alone killed the six Sword Slaves. That’s something my father, Dugu Fa, probably couldn’t accomplish. How can Wu Tian’s forces be this powerful? I originally thought his strength was, at most, on par with my father’s—evenly matched. I never expected him to be this powerful.

For now, however, he pushed those thoughts aside. He just wanted to survive.

Staring at Dugu Zheng, Wu Tian saw right through his intentions. His voice turned ice-cold. "You really want to live, don’t you? Unfortunately, I’ve already decided that you will die. You must die."

"No!" Dugu Zheng wanted to beg more desperately, even if it meant licking Wu Tian’s shoes like a dog. Which founding Emperor didn’t suffer hardship? They all lowered their heads and pleaded for peace! He wasn’t ashamed. He was simply doing what the great founding emperors of history had done. He, too, would be an Emperor one day. With that thought, any sense of shame vanished completely.

"Get lost." Wu Tian couldn’t be bothered to watch the pathetic display any longer. He lashed out with a single kick.

BOOM!

Dugu Zheng was blasted into ash.

Wu Tian frowned slightly. "The air in these hotels is never good. I don’t like it. Let’s go."

"Yes, sir!" Liu Tianji and the others nodded.

Xiao Liang’s group also followed Wu Tian out of the hotel.

Outside, reporters were swarming, eager to ask what had happened inside. But the moment Wu Tian stepped out the door, his brow furrowed again. He could hear sounds from within the hotel that were inaudible to mortals.

From one room: "Song, what if Qiang comes back and finds us like this? You’re his agent, after all!"

"Don’t worry. I’ll arrange an ’accident’ for him."

From another room came a different voice: "Lily, hurry, use your finger... it feels so good!"

"Okay!" a woman replied with delight.

And from a third room: "What are you doing here? What if someone sees you?"

"We’ll just say we were going over a script."

Then, the lights went out.

Wu Tian shook his head slightly and muttered, "A filthy world. If the heavens won’t punish it, then I will."

With a snort, a streak of Blood Glow shot out from his body. It soared high into the sky before plunging back down with vicious force.

BOOM!

The hotel exploded under the impact of the Blood Glow, and everyone inside was annihilated.

「...」

News that all of the Sword Demon’s disciples in Yang City had been killed—along with his two sons—spread like wildfire, shaking the Dragon Country to its core.

Shortly after Wu Tian vanished from the public eye, the Sword Demon had descended from his mountain retreat, seemingly invincible. The Sword Demon was tyrannical and overbearing, with a notorious fondness for other men’s wives. Now that his lineage was extinguished, many people privately rejoiced. But they also knew the Sword Demon was hot-tempered and petty. He was nothing like the hypocritical Sword Emperor; the Sword Demon killed whenever he pleased, never bothering to manufacture a noble cause. He had no illustrious reputation, only one of infamy.

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