Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 572 - 573 Can You Leave After Saying Sorry? [4/15]

Wu Tian made his move. When he first visited the Immortal Emperor Realm, he had never been to Sword Listening City. However, the city was part of the Xiuyuan Country, a nation he had visited before. He wasn’t an Immortal Emperor back then, but he was already famous there.

In those days, his most powerful martial arts technique was merely at the Heavenly Level.

Great Penetrating Fist!

Wu Tian hadn’t used this technique in a long time. After he became an Immortal Emperor, with countless Emperor-Level techniques at his disposal, the Great Penetrating Fist had become far too weak to be of any use.

But today, he couldn’t help but call upon it. Memories of his time in Xiuyuan Country seemed to flicker before his eyes.

He threw a single punch. A Heavenly Sword Sect disciple screamed as it tore through his chest. The force of the punch didn’t stop. It tore clean through a second man, then a third, and a fourth. An entire line of disciples shrieked in agony as their chests were pierced, leaving behind gaping, bloody holes.

"This... this fist technique seems to be..."

"The Great Penetrating Fist! It was recognized as our Xiuyuan Country’s national fist technique thousands of years ago. How... how does he know it?"

"Typically, only members of the royal family should know it."

"Could he have some relationship with our king? For instance..."

The king has always been known for his messy private life.

At this moment, the gazes of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples turned grave. They suspected he was an illegitimate son of the current King Xiuyuan. Suddenly, they no longer dared to fight.

"Don’t jump to conclusions," Wu Tian said coldly, raising his fist and striking again.

Another row of disciples screamed. With a single punch, a line of more than thirty men was pierced through, all of them dead beyond a doubt.

"His Great Penetrating Fist... it’s not at Minor Achievement, or even Great Achievement. It’s at Perfection," one disciple exclaimed in disbelief.

"That’s right. That power... it is indeed Perfection. But I heard the current king is in seclusion, trying and failing to cultivate this very fist to its highest level."

"I heard the secret scroll is missing its last page," someone who loved to gossip speculated.

"Even the royal family doesn’t possess the complete scroll. How did he master it?" they cried out, staring at Wu Tian in shock.

Wu Tian just chuckled, unwilling to waste his breath on them. He lived by a simple principle: enemies must be killed. Otherwise, they will inevitably return to pester you. With this thought, Wu Tian advanced.

"What are you doing?" The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect watched Wu Tian approach, utterly astonished. Some panicked, taking involuntary steps back.

"What am I doing? Can you not tell?" Wu Tian showed no hesitation, only resolution. He walked forward, his eyes like ice, his aura cold and arrogant. "If you can’t even see this, you might as well die now and spare me the trouble of killing you later."

"Bastard!"

"What nonsense are you spewing?"

A few of the more hot-tempered disciples gripped their swords, which they believed to be razor-sharp, and charged Wu Tian like a bolt of lightning. They aimed their blades at his chest, thinking that by attacking together, they could at least put up a fight.

"A bunch of fools. Can’t you see the difference in our strength?" Wu Tian mocked, and then he threw another punch.

Great Penetrating Fist!

"ARGH!"

One man was struck, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and died. The row of men behind him also screamed as a large hole was punched through their chests, and they collapsed to the ground, powerless.

"We can’t beat him!" The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were only just now realizing the truth of their situation.

They were furious. They were the proud disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, invincible here in Sword Listening City. How could they be losing to some man who appeared out of nowhere? The city was crowded today. This defeat was a massive, public disgrace. If they didn’t kill Wu Tian, how could they ever wash away the shame of the Heavenly Sword Sect?

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Despite realizing the gulf in their strength, they still charged at Wu Tian. He laughed. He had called them fools, and they were truly living up to the name.

The disciples swarmed him with their swords, unleashing a dense web of crisscrossing light that seemed to envelop the space around him. Yet, when their blades struck his body, they didn’t leave so much as a scratch.

Only then did the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect feel true fear.

"We were wrong!"

"Yes, it was our fault."

"We will sheathe our swords and take our leave now."

They came to kill, failed, and after a quick apology, they expected to just walk away.

Wu Tian chuckled. "You think it’s that simple? You try to kill someone, fail, then say you’re sorry and expect to leave? What a joke."

He advanced, unleashing the Great Penetrating Fist again and again with unmatched power.

"AH!"

"AGH!"

With each punch, living men were turned into corpses. They coughed up blood and crumpled to the ground, a gruesome sight to behold.

The remaining disciples were terrified. "We said we were sorry! Why are you still killing us?"

"Yes, we already apologized!"

Looking at the group of imbeciles before him, Wu Tian continued to walk forward.

"Stop!"

Just as Wu Tian was about to finish them, a commanding voice rang out. A group of men in armor was approaching on the street, each one looking formidable. The man in the lead was dressed like a young master. Though he also wore armor, it was a special suit, tailored to accentuate his slender figure.

He looked at Wu Tian and spoke with an air of indifference. "We are the army of the City Lord’s Mansion. We patrol the streets to mediate disputes. They have already apologized, so why do you insist on killing them? You are in the wrong here." This young master was Guang Ming, the son of the City Lord. Handsome and distinguished, he was the dream suitor of many young ladies in Sword Listening City.

The bystanders who had gathered to watch breathed a collective sigh of relief, feeling that the dispute should finally come to an end. The City Lord’s army had intervened. There was no way the turmoil could continue now.

Wu Tian cast a lazy glance at Guang Ming before throwing another punch, blasting right through the bodies of the remaining Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Guang Ming’s face contorted with rage, his eyes darkening. He felt his authority had been challenged. "I already told you they apologized! It was time to be merciful and let it go! You should have spared them and called a truce. Why do you ignore my words? Are you looking down on me?"

In response to Guang Ming’s tirade, Wu Tian just chuckled and said directly, "That’s right. I am looking down on you."

His words stunned the crowd. "How can he speak like that? Young Master Guang Ming won’t let him get away with this. I don’t know where this young man came from, but he has now offended both the Heavenly Sword Sect and the City Lord’s Mansion."

"He’s doomed. Judging by his clothes, he doesn’t look like he has any powerful backing."

Wu Tian was dressed in a simple green robe. Since arriving in the Immortal Emperor Realm, he had let his hair grow to waist-length, which only added to his handsome appearance.

"I maintain order, yet you disrupt the law of my city. It seems I have no choice but to deal with you," Guang Ming said, so furious he began to laugh. With a flick of his wrist, a long saber appeared in his hand. Seven brilliant gemstones were embedded in the blade, pulsing with intense spiritual light. "If I don’t kill you, the law will descend into chaos. Whose responsibility would that be?"