Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 258 - 259 Divine Last Hit (1/5)

"If I’ve decided it was you, then it was you!" Wu Tian’s words were domineering, his authority unmatched as they silenced the entire hall. Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan, who knew him well, understood that he would never make baseless accusations.

Murong Ziqi’s expression turned grim. To him, Wu Tian’s words were pure mockery, and not just anyone was qualified to mock him.

"I had hoped to use a gentler touch, but since you resisted, I was forced to resort to more forceful means," Murong Ziqi said, though he still added, "Even so, Cousin Wu Tian, you can’t slander me by claiming I did this."

Murong Ziqi suddenly thought, This might actually be a good thing. I originally lacked a proper pretext for my actions and had to resort to underhanded methods, but now he’s given me the perfect justification!

Thinking this, Murong Ziqi’s Soft Sword slithered from his waist like a snake into his waiting hand. The moment the sword appeared, everyone’s expression changed.

"I didn’t want to make a move, but Cousin Wu Tian, you insist I did this and even threatened to kill me," Murong Ziqi shouted coldly. "My patience has run out. There’s no need to endure this any longer. It’s not that I’m cruel; you’re the one pushing me too far. Remember, the Seven Saints of Dragon Country are not to be insulted!"

He leveled the Soft Sword at Cui Chong and the others, the corners of his mouth curling into a frigid arc. "This is a family matter. It doesn’t concern you, so don’t interfere. If you choose to help Wu Tian, don’t blame me for being ruthless. You will have forced my hand."

Finishing his threat, Murong Ziqi fixed his gaze on Cui Chong’s group. "Don’t blame this junior for being rude, but as one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country and a disciple of the Sword Emperor, I must carry myself with such spirit. Now, tell me your choice. Will you listen to me and stand aside? Or do you wish to make an enemy of me?"

The title of Seven Saints of Dragon Country was intimidating enough, and being a disciple of the Sword Emperor could frighten away almost anyone. Combined with a Soft Sword that radiated Killing Intent, it was a fearsome display. Any ordinary person would have long since backed away, perhaps even severing all ties with Wu Tian. To Xiao Liang, Cui Chong, and the others, however, Murong Ziqi’s threat was laughable. They exchanged glances and couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

Murong Ziqi’s brows furrowed deeply as he watched them laugh, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "What? You want to gang up on me with him?" he asked, his gaze turning icy and his tone sinister.

"Gang up?" Xiao Liang burst out laughing. "Young man, confidence is a good thing, but too much of it is just arrogance, and that’s foolish. Why would we need to gang up on you? Who do you think you are to warrant such a thing? You clearly don’t know what Mr. Wu Tian is capable of. He alone is more than enough to deal with you."

Xiao Liang’s words made Murong Ziqi’s face darken further. He gritted his teeth. "I may not know Wu Tian’s capabilities, but do you know mine? I am the youngest person in history to become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country! Can’t you see what *I’m* capable of?"

The members of the Huang Family exchanged glances and chuckled. One of them stepped forward. "As a member of the Huang Family, I believe I have the right to speak. The position you hold as one of the Seven Saints... it used to belong to my cousin, Huang Xuantian."

Murong Ziqi nodded. He looked at the Huang family members with a piercing, persuasive gaze. "Huang Xuantian was beaten to death, and the Huang Family’s prestige is not what it once was. If you align with me, I will protect the Huang Family just as he did."

The Huang Family was a martial arts family, and while its history wasn’t as ancient as the Murong Family’s, its current reputation was far more illustrious. The family began its rise to prominence with Huang Qiying’s generation and reached its peak under Huang Feihong. They were famous for more than just the Shadowless Kick; their Bao Zhiling Pharmacy was legendary. Securing the Huang Family would be an undeniable asset in restoring the nation, Murong Ziqi thought.

However, upon hearing his offer, the Huang Family members simply scoffed. A seven-year-old girl stepped forward disdainfully, looked up at Murong Ziqi, and asked, "Do you know how Uncle Huang Xuantian died?"

"How did he die?" Murong Ziqi asked. He had never looked into the matter. Huang Xuantian meant nothing to him, so he didn’t care.

The little girl pointed at Wu Tian. "He beat him to death."

Murong Ziqi was stunned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the little one chimed in from the side, eager to twist the knife. "And you only got to be one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country because my dad didn’t want the title!"

"What?" the Murong disciples stared in shock.

Murong Ziqi’s mouth twitched. He clenched his jaw and snarled, "Fine, fine, fine! Forget the Seven Saints! I am still a disciple of the Sword Emperor. On that alone, you should make your choice!"

"Sigh." The little one looked at Murong Ziqi with pity, twisting the knife yet again. "When my dad and I were in Longjing, the Sword Emperor wanted to take *him* as a disciple. Dad refused, so he chose you instead."

Hearing this, even the Murong disciples shot Murong Ziqi sympathetic glances. To think he had been so proud of titles that were merely someone else’s leftovers.

As for Murong Ziqi, he felt like he was going mad. A GRRR sound escaped his clenched teeth, which were grinding so hard they might crack. Finally, his rage boiled over into a crazed laugh. "Enough of this nonsense! Strength will do the talking!"

"That’s just because you lost the argument," the little one said with a dismissive wave. "If you could win with words, you’d be talking our ears off. It’s only because you can’t that you have to resort to fighting."

Feeling as though the child had stabbed him several more times, Murong Ziqi burned with fury. But he wasn’t so insane as to pick a fight with a child. Instead, he pointed a trembling finger at Wu Tian. "Let’s fight! We’ll see who truly has the right to be one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country and who has the strength to be the Sword Emperor’s disciple!"

"Your perspective is too narrow," Wu Tian said coldly.

The Seven Saints of Dragon Country? How trivial. A disciple of the Sword Emperor? What a joke.

As Wu Tian took a step forward, his entire demeanor transformed. A fierce and terrifying Killing Intent surged from him, making him seem like a Demon God. At the sight, the faces of everyone present grew solemn.

"Mr. Wu Tian is truly formidable."

"Indeed. I wonder how much of his true power he’s even using."

"Murong Ziqi is insignificant. I just want to know who’s stronger, Mr. Wu Tian or the Sword Emperor."

Cui Chong, Xiao Liang, and the others were thrilled. The chance to see Wu Tian in action was a rare blessing. After all, few people in the modern city even practiced martial arts, and they had never seen anyone reach a level like Wu Tian’s.

At that moment, it wasn’t just Cui Chong’s group; even the members of the Murong Family who were unaware of Wu Tian’s true strength felt their eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

"No... impossible!" Under the weight of Wu Tian’s aura, Murong Ziqi suddenly felt an overwhelming urge not to fight. He couldn’t believe it. The man he thought he could kill with a single, casual sword strike had become this terrifyingly powerful.