Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 386 388 God of Slaughter Blocks, Buddha Obstructs, Kill Buddha [1/5]

"Why won't you listen to me?" Yun Ma's tone grew anxious.

Feng Guangyang and Bai Weide remained indifferent.

The Wang family of Taiyuan, however, was in business and had dealings with the Qianli Group. Wang Renjie smiled and said, "Mr. Yun Ma, you're just boosting his ego while crushing our own morale. Our Dragon Country is brimming with talent, why should we fear the Fusang Sword Saint? Take me, for example. I have already mastered my family's ultimate techniques, and I recently acquired a famous sword, Lingxu! Even if I can't defeat the Fusang Sword Saint, I certainly won't die by his blade!"

The expressions of many in the Dragon Country's Martial Arts World changed upon hearing Wang Renjie's words.

Martial Practitioners naturally coveted divine weapons, but legendary swords were exceedingly rare. Lingxu was a renowned blade. It was a complete surprise to see it in Wang Renjie's possession.

The crowd's eyes immediately fixed on the sword in Wang Renjie's hand. Some had already noted its splendid appearance, though the blade had yet to be drawn. The verdant leather sheath seemed flawlessly crafted, inlaid with eighteen "Loyal Blood" gems from the North Sea. Though a sharp weapon, it betrayed no hint of bloodthirst, exuding only an ethereal, otherworldly aura.

Initially, everyone had assumed it was merely an expensive, ornate sword. Who would have thought it was the legendary Lingxu?

Rumor had it that its creator was not Ou Yezi, but another reclusive master from the Later Zhou Dynasty who had transcended the mortal world and grasped the workings of heaven and earth. There were also rumors that the sword would not accept a master unless it met a generational genius, one lost to the mundane world.

The crowd gave Wang Renjie strange looks. Is this man really such a unique genius?

The Fusang Sword Saint's ears twitched; he had heard Wang Renjie's boast. He shot a cold glance at Wang Renjie and shook his head. "The sword is famous, but it doesn't belong to you. You didn't find this blade. You either stole it or bought it, didn't you?"

Wang Renjie immediately flushed with anger. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Of course, he hadn't found the sword. His friend, Ye Tianshi, had. However, Ye Tianshi was a soldier and had no use for a sword, so Wang Renjie had borrowed it from him for the day.

"Nonsense?" The Fusang Sword Saint laughed coldly. "My eyes can see a blade's Sword Heart. I can see that this sword's heart is not in harmony with you. You hold a famous sword, yet you are incapable of unleashing its true power."

"In a contest of swords across the world, only my three Demon Cleavers reign supreme!"

Three Demon Cleavers?

These words sent a shockwave through the surrounding members of the Martial Arts World. Their intelligence networks were not as vast as the Sword Emperor's. They knew the Fusang Sword Saint wielded the third-generation Demon Cleaver, but they had never imagined that the other two swords at his side were the first and second-generation blades. In the history of Fusang, all who possessed a Demon Cleaver were great sword masters, but never had one person wielded all three at once.

The Fusang Sword Saint had no desire to waste any more words. He drew the third-generation Demon Cleaver, stepped off the raft, and set foot on the shore. Whoever dared to block his path would die.

The Dragon Country's host, Hai Zhong, was already shouting excitedly into the camera. "Did everyone watching at home see that? The renowned Fusang Sword Saint has finally come ashore! He is invincible! I hope my fellow countrymen won't seek their own doom. Get out of the way! Don't block the Fusang Oppa's path, and you won't have to die!"

Hai Zhong, a well-known host of entertainment shows, had once shamed the people of Dragon Country by kneeling to the people of the Stick Country. Now, by fawning over the Fusangs, he was shaming them once again. Moreover, he incessantly promoted the Fusang Sword Saint's strength while utterly belittling the Dragon Country's Martial Arts World. This enraged every person from Dragon Country present.

"Ban him! He must be banned!" Wang Dawan was furious, as were Yun Ma and Wang Congming. Though they had no connection to the entertainment industry, they had money. If they decided to ban this Hai Zhong, how could he possibly survive?

Yet, Hai Zhong remained there, a blissful look on his face. He brought the microphone to the Fusang Sword Saint and said respectfully, "Fusang Oppa, would you like to say a few words to the people of the Dragon Country watching the live broadcast?"

The camera zoomed in on the Fusang Sword Saint. With a look of utter "loyalty," Hai Zhong held the microphone to the Sword Saint's lips.

The Fusang Sword Saint hadn't expected that even in this era, the Dragon Country could produce a host like Hai Zhong. Back in the days of the great war between Fusang and Dragon Country, this man would have undoubtedly been a traitor.

Gazing into the camera, the Fusang Sword Saint spoke coldly, "I came to the Dragon Country for one reason: to find a true opponent. I am looking for the Martial Emperor. Everyone else, don't come seeking your death!"

These words made Feng Guangyang, Bai Weide, and Wang Renjie's expressions darken. The contempt in the Fusang Sword Saint's eyes and the sheer arrogance in his tone were far beyond anything they had anticipated. A wave of righteous indignation swept through the Dragon Country Martial Practitioners.

The Fusang Sword Saint, however, paid them no mind. He continued to stare into the camera and said, "Wu Tian, are you watching this? If you are, then come here!

"You have the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, and I have my three Demon Cleavers!

"Let us see whether the famed swords of your Dragon Country or my divine weapons of Fusang are superior!

"Let us see how I, the Fusang Sword Saint, will shatter your legend as the Martial Emperor!"

「Inside the car.」

"Dad, how do you feel right now?" the little girl giggled, looking at Wu Tian.

"How would you feel if a dog was barking at you?" Wu Tian retorted, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He could see at a glance that the Fusang Sword Saint was obsessed with the Demon Cleavers. There is a vast difference between obsession and sincerity. Some swordsmen are sincere in their devotion to the sword, and thus, they become a Sword Master. But one who is obsessed with a sword can only be a Sword Slave. The Fusang Sword Saint was obsessed with his Demon Cleavers. He would kill his own wife for them; he would do anything for them. A man like that, with such blades in hand, would be incredibly strong. But to put it bluntly, he was nothing more than a servant to his weapons. His potential was limited.

Meanwhile, the host Hai Zhong had turned back to his fellow countrymen, shouting, "What are you still doing blocking the way? Are you not afraid to die?

"You dare to block the Fusang Oppa's path? Do you not wish to live anymore?

"I'm only telling you this because you're my countrymen. Quick, clear a path! Let the Fusang Oppa pass!"

Hai Zhong screeched, but the Dragon Country Martial Practitioners didn't yield an inch.

The Fusang Sword Saint spoke coldly, "You refuse to move? Then you will be killed without mercy!"

The path before him was completely blocked by the Dragon Country Martial Practitioners. The Fusang Sword Saint's third-generation Demon Cleaver flashed.

Instantly, a glint of light burst from the blade, coalescing into a forty-meter-long beam of sword energy that crashed down.

"Ah!"

The Martial Practitioners blocking the path were instantly torn to shreds, their blood spraying everywhere.

The Fusang Sword Saint took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over everyone from the Dragon Country's Martial Arts World as he declared coldly, "Many people say that martial arts originated in the Dragon Country! That statement is correct. But... the rise of martial arts, its pinnacle, is in Fusang!"

"Today, if a god stands in my way, I will slay that god! If a Buddha blocks my path, I will kill that Buddha!"

"I will let the entire world know that the Martial Path of Fusang is the strongest!"