Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 380 - 382: Torture [5/10]

"You... how is this possible?"

By circulating his Mount Shu mental method, Dongfang Fengyun managed to crawl out of the wall. But his face was no longer human; calling it a pig’s face would have been a compliment. At this moment, he found it hard to believe that someone so formidable could exist on the surface.

Did Wu Tian also find a Cultivation Technique from some Cultivation Sect? Otherwise, it’s impossible for him to be this powerful!

Wu Tian paid him no mind, walking forward with the clear intent of stomping him to death.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Jiu, who was sprawled on the ground with a broken right hand, was so shocked his mouth hung open wide enough to fit four or five eggs.

Is this... the strength of someone from the surface? Isn’t the surface world far too dangerous then?

As for Qin Yuhan? He didn’t want her anymore. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he began to scramble away. And his father, Dongfang Fengyun? He didn’t want him either. All that mattered was his own survival.

At this moment, Wu Tian stood before Dongfang Fengyun.

"I... I was wrong. Can you let me go? I... I’m willing to trade the contents recorded in the ruins left by the Mount Shu Sect for my life."

Looking at Wu Tian’s frosty expression, even someone as socially inept as Dongfang Fengyun understood that the man wanted him dead. He had lived for over five hundred years, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to keep living. As long as he lived, his generation might find traces of the "immortals." Then, just like the Founding Ancestor documented in the *Chronicles of the Immortal Sword of Mount Shu* from the sect’s ruins, he could achieve immortality!

Although Dongfang Fengyun was only at the Late Stage of the Light Opening realm in the Cultivation ranks, he, too, had dreams.

"Mount Shu? Heh, just some fragmented records left behind," Wu Tian sneered. If Cultivation had truly died out, it meant the ultimate path of the Cultivation System was broken. Someone would have to expend immense effort to repair it, but who possessed such an ability? Wu Tian did, but he wasn’t interested. He had his own Cultivation System.

The Cultivation ranks were: Qi Refinement—Foundation Establishment—Light Opening—Fetal Breath—Fasting—Golden Core—Nascent Soul—Soul Travel—Spirit Division—Union—Mahayana—Tribulation Passing.

In Wu Tian’s analysis, it was already a remarkable feat for those in the Underworld to cultivate to the Union realm. He suspected they had no idea how to advance to Mahayana or pass the Tribulation. In contrast, his own Early Stage of Tongxuan was comparable to Fetal Breath. At the Mid Stage of Tongxuan, he could battle an expert at the Mahayana realm!

"Then... what will it take for you to spare me?" Dongfang Fengyun asked, unwilling to accept his fate. He truly did not want to die. With his aptitude, living another three hundred years would be no problem. He was only just over five hundred years old—how could someone so young die?

"Die!"

Wu Tian had no intention of letting him go. He stomped down again and again, relentlessly. Hand bones shattered, foot bones broke, and his spine snapped. The agony made Dongfang Fengyun shriek like a butchered pig, his screams echoing one after another. He was wrong. He regretted it. Why did he have to provoke such a vicious monster for no reason?

Wu Tian’s feet moved faster and faster. An arm, a thigh... eventually, Dongfang Fengyun could no longer even scream. Trampled into a bloody pulp, how could he possibly speak again?

"Not good, Dongfang Jiu is getting away!" Qin Zhengyang suddenly shouted.

"No, he won’t," Wu Tian said coldly. His glacial voice echoed in the ears of every living being nearby, sending a shiver down their spines.

It also reached Dongfang Jiu, who had just made it to the third floor. He froze, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. Deciding he was moving too slowly, he curled into a ball and rolled down the stairs.

I hate myself for not working harder! If I had, I could have used Sword Flight!

But he had been too lazy, assuming he would always be safe with his father and grandfather around. Finally, bruised and battered, he rolled out of the five-star hotel at high speed and scrambled toward the sports car he and his father had stolen.

From the twentieth-floor window, Wu Tian leaped straight down.

Seeing this, Dongfang Jiu’s eyes nearly popped out of his head in fright. He quickly took out specially made small Flying Swords and hurled them at the falling Wu Tian.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The Flying Swords, inscribed with Runes, were made of ordinary materials but could easily slice through steel. Against Wu Tian’s body, however, they inflicted no damage at all. Of course, Dongfang Jiu didn’t stick around to check. After throwing the swords, he wrenched the car door open and dove inside.

VROOM!

The sports car roared to life, its engine a beastly howl in the dead of night as it shot forward. Like a terrified stray dog, he drove faster than he ever had before. Dongfang Jiu would never dare to drive so fast normally, but in his desperate flight for life, he no longer cared about causing a traffic accident.

Wu Tian watched coldly. He stretched out a hand, his fingers forming a claw, and yanked. An invisible force seized the sports car, halting its forward momentum before dragging it backward.

How can this be? Dongfang Jiu, all three hundred years of him, turned pale with fright. He threw the door open, jumped out, and sprinted for his life.

"Do you feel like a dog?" No matter how fast he ran, Wu Tian was always behind him. Wu Tian walked at a leisurely pace, yet Dongfang Jiu found it impossible to shake him, as if a demon was clinging to his very soul. He gritted his teeth, trying not to wet himself in fear.

"You... don’t push me too far! My grandfather is an Elder of the Eastern Taizhong Palace! You killed my father, and now you want to kill me... I’m telling you, you’re dead!" Terrified out of his wits, Dongfang Jiu barked like a rabid dog.

"Three hundred years old, and this is all you amount to?" Wu Tian chuckled, done wasting words. He reached out. Before Dongfang Jiu could react, his arm was caught. Then, with a gentle tug...

RIP!

Blood splattered as Wu Tian tore the arm clean off.

"Ah!" Dongfang Jiu screamed, the pain so intense he wanted to faint. But Wu Tian wouldn’t allow it. He kicked out, stomping Dongfang Jiu under his foot. His right foot pressed down lightly.

CRACK!

His entire spine shattered.

"Aaaah!"

Dongfang Jiu’s shrieks grew even more harrowing. In the dark night, residents in the houses along the road trembled in their homes.

Who is he? How can someone from the surface be so terrifying?

Dongfang Jiu had always wanted to ask this question, but he couldn’t now. The pain was so overwhelming all he could do was scream.

"You actually dared to covet my woman, heh heh heh..." Wu Tian’s eyes were ice as he lifted his right foot and stomped down again.

"Ah..." Dongfang Jiu’s screams became even more piercing as Wu Tian crushed his legs into mush.

"I... was wrong! Let me go... please, let me go!"

If not for the Mount Shu Method of Cultivation keeping him alive, he would have died long ago. If not for Wu Tian deliberately making him feel every ounce of the agony, he would have already passed out. But now, Dongfang Jiu was completely broken by a pain that shattered his will. His guts churned with regret. If he had known this would happen, he would never have entertained a single thought about Qin Yuhan.

"Now, I have a question for you," Wu Tian said suddenly, his voice cold.