Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 432: Chapter 434 Who is the Beast, Who is the Toy [Typhoon Day Update]

Even more miraculous events transpired. Some medicinal herbs required ten years to mature, some twenty, some thirty, and certain special herbs deep underground needed a full century to ripen! In the Peach Blossom Spring, peach trees normally sprouted buds in February, bloomed in March, shed their blossoms and grew leaves by the end of the month, and became lush in April as the peaches took shape. By early May, the first peaches would ripen and be ready for picking.

But now, the peach blossoms were blooming anew!

Instantly, petals danced through the air, their sweet fragrance spreading everywhere. The Peach Blossom Spring seemed to transform into a ten-mile-long peach forest!

"If I will them to live, they live!"

"If I will them to perish, they perish!"

"This applies to all, be it creatures that can walk and jump, or the silent flowers, grass, and trees!"

"My will is Heaven’s will!"

Wu Tian’s words were sublime, his tone arrogant and cold, as if cascading down from the Nine Heavens.

The men of the Peach Blossom Spring looked on in envy. The elderly wished they could be young again, just to experience being a man like Wu Tian for a day. The children’s eyes sparkled with boundless admiration. As for the women of the Peach Blossom Spring, their eyes shone as they all became his fans. From the oldest matrons to the youngest girls, every last one was intoxicated by his awe-inspiring grandeur, a presence that seemed to span the Nine Heavens.

Meanwhile, Toyotomi Hidekata and the others embroiled in their battle certainly noticed the situation. They were so shocked their jaws dropped. To extinguish flames in an instant, to make peach blossoms bloom out of season and fill the sky with their fragrance...

This... this had to be a feat only the most powerful among the Immortal Seekers could achieve, right? They could hardly believe what they were seeing! But could even the strongest of the Immortal Seekers truly do such a thing?

Now, Wu Tian’s cold gaze turned towards them once more.

So terrified his legs gave out, one of the Shogunate lords hastily declared, "Don’t worry, Toyotomi Hidekata will be dead soon!"

"That’s right! Toyotomi Hidekata is as good as dead!"

"Please be at ease, Martial God!"

The men of the Shogunate, fearing Wu Tian would see them as useless, grew desperate. They summoned every last ounce of their strength, attacking Toyotomi Hidekata with even greater ferocity.

"You... you people..." Toyotomi Hidekata gritted his teeth. He was already covered in wounds, and under the siege of the Shogunate forces, he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. "How could you do this? We are all of the Great Fusang bloodline! We should die rather than yield to Wu Tian! Why are you so afraid of him that you’d turn on me?"

The other Shogunate lords and their subordinates turned a deaf ear. They did not relent, convinced that if Toyotomi Hidekata were in their shoes, he too would choose life over some intangible dignity or the so-called glory of the Fusang bloodline.

"Too slow. Far too slow." Wu Tian leaped from the Phoenix, crashing to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

He walked toward Toyotomi Hidekata, his eyes chillingly cold, striking fear into all who met his gaze. Every step he took seemed to land upon their very souls, making Toyotomi Hidekata’s heart pound so painfully it felt as though it might leap from his chest.

"A moment ago, you said you couldn’t understand why the descendants of Yanhuang are so stubborn. To be honest, I don’t understand why you Fusang ghosts are so foolish. You court death once, twice, three times... must you truly destroy yourselves before you’re happy?"

Wu Tian’s voice was frigid and sharp. A wave of regret washed over Toyotomi Hidekata as he realized his mistake. Fusang was already destroyed, yet he still had to go looking for trouble with Wu Tian. This wasn’t looking for trouble with Wu Tian; it was a suicide mission! He regretted it all. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he knew it would be futile.

"Today, I sentence you to death by a thousand cuts!" Wu Tian finally pronounced.

At this, Toyotomi Hidekata exploded with rage. "What?! Just kill me if you’re going to kill me! Why must you be so cruel? Death by a thousand cuts? Where is your humanity?" His voice was frenzied and filled with defiance, as if Wu Tian were the truly cruel one.

Wu Tian scoffed with disdain. "Humanity? Toward you Fusang ghosts? Is there any need for that?"

Wu Tian thought of the Jinling Massacre and all the crimes Fusang had committed on the lands of the Dragon Country. "When dealing with beasts," he said coldly, "you use the methods for slaughtering beasts. What is wrong with that?"

Beasts? Toyotomi Hidekata’s expression was grim. The other men of the Shogunate felt the same and lowered their heads. They had once invaded the Dragon Country, treating its people like animals—raping them, burying them alive. When supplies ran low, they would cut flesh from the living to cook and eat. When bored, they competed to see who could kill more people from the Dragon Country. In those days, the people of the Dragon Country were not human in their eyes; they were beasts, toys!

They never imagined the tables would turn so completely. Now it was their turn to be treated as beasts, as toys.

"You... you want me to die by a thousand cuts..." Toyotomi Hidekata staggered backward. He was of royal blood; he had never imagined such an end for himself.

Hearing this, the corners of Wu Tian’s mouth curled into a mocking smile. "Wrong!"

"Wrong?" Toyotomi Hidekata’s eyes lit up. "You... you mean you’ll give me a quick death, right?"

"You wish," Wu Tian chuckled, then continued, "It is not just you who will die by a thousand cuts. Every Fusang ghost here will die the same way."

"What?" The other Shogunate lords and their men were stunned.

"Martial God, we obeyed you! We attacked Toyotomi Hidekata!"

"Yes, we did as you said! Why won’t you spare us?"

"Aren’t you going back on your word?"

"How can a descendant of Yanhuang be so faithless?"

Wu Tian’s eyes flashed with cold light as he barked, "Shut up!"

His voice crashed like thunder from the Nine Heavens, silencing the Shogunate lords and their underlings.

Wu Tian’s tone became deceptively calm. "When did I ever say that I would spare you if you obeyed?"

The Fusang ghosts thought back and realized it was true. Wu Tian had ordered them to kill Toyotomi Hidekata, but he had never promised to let them go if they complied.

"How can this be?" The Fusang ghosts trembled violently.

"Everyone! Did you all hear that?" Toyotomi Hidekata saw a glimmer of hope. If they attacked together, they might have a chance to survive. "He never intended to let any of you go!" he yelled. "Now, pick up the dignity and the spirit of Fusang that you threw away and fight him to the death!"

The men from the Shogunate clenched their teeth and nodded in agreement as Toyotomi Hidekata rallied them. "Fusang has a soul! We would rather die than surrender! We will not retreat even from a hundred battles!"

The other Shogunate lords and their men joined the chant. "Fusang has a soul! We would rather die than surrender! We will not retreat even from a hundred battles!"

"Fusang has a soul! We would rather die than surrender! We will not retreat even from a hundred battles!"

"Fusang has a soul! We would rather die than surrender! We will not retreat even from a hundred battles!"

Then, they advanced on Wu Tian. They all understood that their only chance at survival lay in a desperate, all-out battle.

"An army of ants is still just ants. What use are they?" Wu Tian took a single step forward. Spiritual Power surged from his body, his aura as overwhelming and domineering as that of a god or a demon.