Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 260 - 261: The Ghost Piercer and the Three Swords of Kong Zhou (3/5)

No, impossible!

My master is the Sword Emperor! The number one man in Dragon Country.

When Murong Ziqi uttered the Sword Emperor's name, he was seventy percent certain Wu Tian would spare him out of respect for his master's reputation. He was one hundred percent certain Wu Tian would at least hesitate.

But Wu Tian did not hesitate. He stomped his foot down.

SQUELCH!

Murong Ziqi's heart shattered. His eyes flew wide in utter disbelief as death claimed him.

Is Wu Tian not afraid of the Sword Emperor?

"The Murong Family…" Wu Tian murmured the name, and a strand of icy aura spread from his body—gloomy and cold. The entire AK47 restaurant was instantly plunged into a wintery chill, the temperature plummeting to freezing.

Murong Guangfu and the other Murong disciples trembled, their legs shaking as their breaths fogged in the frigid air.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?" Wu Tian asked.

Without a moment's hesitation, Murong Guangfu and the others cried out, "We want to live!"

"I want to live!"

"I don't want to die!"

They began to beg, one after another. Wu Tian's might had shocked them to their core, making their hearts tremble in astonished fear. Murong Ziqi was a rare talent for the Murong Family, the likes of which had not been seen in a century. Moreover, he had been personally instructed by the Sword Emperor, yet he had lost to Wu Tian so easily. To the Murong Family, this was simply inconceivable.

The more they dwelled on it, the more they feared Wu Tian.

"You want to live? Then remember my words," Wu Tian said, ignoring their terror. His calm gaze swept over them. "Leave Yang City. Anyone who dares to remain for a single day longer will be killed without mercy."

"Furthermore, you are never to take a single step out of Gusu. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

As Wu Tian spoke, the chilling aura emanating from him grew even more intense. Some of the disciples with weaker physiques fainted from the sheer cold.

"I am doing this for your own good. If you dare to question me, you will be killed without mercy!"

He was domineering and tyrannical, not even granting them the right to question his decree.

The Murong disciples all bowed their heads. How could they possibly dare to voice any dissent now? To have escaped with their lives was the greatest fortune in this disastrous affair.

"Scram!"

Wu Tian's final shout was like a crack of Heavenly Thunder, making the disciples' ears ring. Some of them coughed up blood and collapsed, unconscious.

The Murong Family had arrived in Yang City full of arrogance and pride.

Now, they retreated in utter disgrace.

They carried away Murong Ziqi's corpse and their fainted comrades. Murong Zhongzheng departed without another word. He knew that with this, the Murong Family would have no further ties to Murong Yezi. They wouldn't dare.

There was a time when Murong Yezi was part of the Murong Family and they all considered her a disgrace. Now, even if the family wished to curry favor with her, they could no longer hope to reach her level.

The depths of the sea cannot be measured!

After the Murong Family left, the AK47 restaurant felt much emptier.

Wu Tian looked at the remaining guests. Cui Chong, Zheng Tianshi, and the others were still reeling from shock. Wu Tian gave a casual smile, and his laugh carried a certain clarity, like the ring of a Daoist morning bell or the beat of a Buddhist evening drum, jolting them out of their stunned stupor.

"I have something to say, so listen carefully."

Wu Tian spoke calmly, but Cui Chong and the others stood at attention, not daring to be careless.

"From now on, in the Jianghu of the South, my daughter will lead. Anyone who objects can come and reason with me."

"From now on, in the business world, the Qin Corporation will reign supreme. Anyone who objects may also come and reason with me."

"My words can be overbearing at times. If you feel they are unreasonable or wrong, you are also welcome to come and reason with me."

"Now, I ask… is there anything unreasonable or wrong with what I have said?"

Wu Tian's words left Xiao Liang and the others stunned. They knew Wu Tian was no ordinary man and that one day, he would stand at the highest peak, looking down on all others. They just never expected that day to come so soon.

Reason with him? How? If anyone actually tried to reason with Wu Tian, their fate would surely be a sight to behold!

"There is nothing wrong."

"It is very reasonable."

"Indeed."

Xiao Liang and the others voiced their agreement one by one. Even Xiao Tianzan, the ever-impartial Admiral of the Nine Gates, nodded. He knew the South might face a storm in the near future. If Wu Tian was willing to become the true Controller of the South, it would be a good thing. As long as he was here, he could at least ensure the South remained safe.

Wu Tian was very satisfied.

Qin Yuhan and Murong Yezi simply stared blankly at the scene. The little one clapped her hands joyfully. From now on, she was the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch of the South!

Seeing his daughter happy made Wu Tian happy as well. Of course, he had not forgotten the two problems he had to face. First, the Fusang Sword Saint, whose arrival time was unknown. Second, the Sword Emperor's unpredictable next move.

But he only dwelled on it for a moment before dismissing the thoughts. No matter what the Fusang Sword Saint or the Sword Emperor did, for Wu Tian, it was simply a matter of meeting soldiers with generals and damming water with earth.

Since you dare to come, you won't be leaving. Your life stays here!

「The night deepened.」

Aboard a large ship in Longjing, the Sword Emperor stood on deck with his eyes closed, feeling the sea breeze.

"Has the Fusang Sword Saint not departed yet?"

At his question, a Sword Attendant dressed in black approached slowly and replied respectfully, "According to reliable sources, he is still searching for a specific sword. He will naturally come to Dragon Country after he finds it. Should we try to seize the sword to prevent his success?"

The Sword Emperor, his eyes still closed, shook his head slightly. "There is no need. I wonder, though, what sword is he looking for?"

"Kitetetsu, the First Generation."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, the Sword Emperor's closed eyes snapped open in surprise.

He had some understanding of the Kitetsu blades. The Kitetsu was a legendary cursed sword from Fusang mythology. To date, there were three known versions: the First, Second, and Third Generation. It was rumored that by the Third Generation, the sword's legendary sharpness had greatly diminished. In the myths, the First-Generation Kitetsu possessed the power to destroy the world. This was an obvious exaggeration, of course, but it still spoke to the blade's incredible power. Naturally, the greater the power, the greater the price. Every owner of a Kitetsu had met a violent end. Thus, the swords were known by the moniker "Ominous Blade."

The Sword Emperor spoke coldly, "The Fusang Sword Saint has abandoned everything in his pursuit of the Sword Dao. A man like that would indeed not care about the Kitetsu's inauspicious reputation. But if he finds all three, then I must find a corresponding set of swords to counter them."

"Master, what swords will you seek?" the Sword Attendants asked, stepping forward.

The Sword Emperor murmured, "The Three Swords of Kong Zhou."

"The first is Hanguang, invisible to the eye. When wielded, its touch is imperceptible, vanishing into boundlessness. It passes through things, and the things themselves are unaware."

"The second is Chengying. At the cusp of dawn or dusk, if you face north to observe it, you will see a faint shimmer, as if something is there, yet it has no form. When it touches an object, it makes a soft sound, but though it has passed through, the sword itself remains unseen."

"The third is Xiaolian. By day, you see its shadow but not its gleam. By night, you see its form but not its shape. It passes through things haughtily, and they seal themselves seamlessly behind it. One feels its swiftness, yet no blood is ever drawn to its blade."

The Sword Attendants nodded, resolving to find the three swords for their master.

Just then, another figure in black leaped aboard the ship and prostrated himself before the Sword Emperor. "Master, Murong Ziqi is dead!"