Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 201: Completely Unscientific

"Son... son... I..." Embedded entirely in the wall, an utterly wretched Ye Lan spoke with a frail voice.

"Kill her too," Qin Yujie declared coldly.

Ye Lan was shocked, her pupils dilating in disbelief at the words uttered by her beloved son. "I... I’m your mother!"

"You’re just an embarrassment. There’s no use in keeping you alive. Besides, it’s not like I’m the one killing you personally." Qin Yujie felt increasingly certain that with the help of these pawns, he was destined for a magnificent career. Ye Lan, alive, would be a stain on his future glorious life. Qin Yujie naturally would not allow her to survive.

Ye Lan was completely stunned.

"Boss, should we kill them all?" The men in black looked toward their leader. His eyes were visible through his dark attire, but one of them was blind.

He was already the King of Soldiers in his teens. He never submitted to anyone, but unfortunately, he had lost to the one known as the "War God." And then...

"Kill!" the leader, codenamed "Caesar," gave the command.

Instantly, all the men in black raised their AKMs and aimed them at Wu Tian and the others. They evidently weren’t new to killing. Without the slightest hesitation, they decisively and brutally opened fire.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A deafening volley of shots rang out. Qin Yuhan and the others were terrified. The men in black, however, felt a thrill of excitement. They had been trained to be killing machines, and the act of taking a life brought them immense pleasure.

Alas, faced with the hail of bullets, Wu Tian simply extended his hand. His gaunt palm seemed to exert the gravitational pull of a black hole, drawing all the bullets toward him alone.

An ordinary Half-step Tongxuan cultivator would have surely been injured by AKMs. In the modern Martial Arts World, a Tongxuan was equivalent to a Grandmaster. For example, could someone like Yang Guo, the creator of the Melancholic Soul-seizing Palm, withstand bullets? Obviously not.

But there was a distinction between a Tongxuan and a Grandmaster. Tongxuan cultivators possessed certain abilities that Grandmasters, who achieved their status through martial skills alone, did not. This was the biggest difference between the systems. A Tongxuan could utilize the phenomena of their Divine Body, while a Grandmaster could not. Still, a typical Tongxuan would be hard-pressed when facing so many AKMs. Wu Tian, however, was different. His Spiritual Power was only at the Half-step Tongxuan level, but his body was still that of an Immortal Emperor. Wu Tian’s current Spiritual Power was insufficient to execute many of his body-based attack Dharmas. However, relying on his physical form alone, his defense was invincible.

The bullets struck Wu Tian but did him no harm whatsoever.

"Is he wearing a bulletproof vest?"

"Must be!"

These men in black were assassins. During their training, their intelligence and capacity for independent thought had been systematically erased. Their minds were capable of only the simplest thought processes, making them easier to command. They drew large machetes, and dozens of the two hundred men charged toward Wu Tian, blades raised.

"Hold on!" Even Caesar’s command failed to stop all of them.

Caesar was different from the others. He had joined the training for one reason: to defeat the "War God," not to become a slave. He held some affection for the men he trained with. As the King of Soldiers, he valued brotherhood more than anyone.

Wu Tian’s fist moved. His feet remained planted as his fist shot out. Though he was killing, the motion was as elegant as a work of art. With a single punch, blood splattered as he blasted all the blood from a man’s body. It was a manner of death none had ever witnessed before.

Qin Yuhan and the others watched, dumbfounded.

The little one clapped her hands, her voice childlike and clear. "I want to learn."

Qin Yuhan shot the little one in her arms a cold look and said sharply, "Absolutely not!"

Qin Yujie was stupefied. He had no idea Wu Tian was this powerful.

This guy’s a tough nut to crack! Caesar’s pupils trembled. As the King of Soldiers, he had carried out countless missions, but he had never encountered anyone like this. Is this really a human?

The thing Caesar despised most was a sneak attack. But for the sake of his brothers and *that person*, he had to do it.

Die!

He quietly circled behind Wu Tian without making a sound. Seeing Wu Tian still occupied with the other assassins, Caesar made a split-second decision to strike from behind, aiming for a single, decisive victory.

Caesar did not wield a machete. He held a sword whose blade bore a pattern like fish scales and was only about the length of a fish. To call it a dagger would not be amiss. The sword was sharp, its edge glinting with a cold light. He aimed for Wu Tian’s crown. Leaping into the air, Caesar plunged the blade down fiercely.

In recent years, Kings of Soldiers had emerged one after another, but only because Caesar and the War God were absent. In those days, Caesar stood alone as the King of Soldiers. He had received this sword as a boon from a certain benefactor, and with it, he became the number one King of Soldiers. The older generation of Kings either went into seclusion or died by his blade. Caesar intended to be the *sole* King of Soldiers; anyone else who claimed the title would die.

This continued until the War God appeared and challenged him. Caesar was defeated and vanished from the public eye. The War God himself didn’t enjoy the limelight for long before he too disappeared without a trace. With no tigers in the mountains, the monkeys crowned themselves kings, leading to the recent emergence of numerous so-called Kings of Soldiers.

But what were they in comparison? With this sword in hand, Caesar feared nothing.

This sword was named Fish Intestine. In ancient times, the assassin Zhuan Zhu had hidden a dagger inside a fish’s belly to assassinate King Liao of Wu, earning it a reputation as the sword of supreme courage. Over the years, with his benefactor’s help, he had cultivated the art of assassination.

Now, the razor-sharp Fish Intestine pierced straight down.

CLANG!

The Fish Intestine sword struck Wu Tian’s crown... and shattered.

Caesar’s eyes bulged as if he had seen a ghost. As the King of Soldiers, he had walked through fire and waded through water. What kind of battle had he not seen? But something like this... he’d never even imagined it was possible, let alone witnessed it.

Damnation! I’m holding the legendary Fish Intestine Sword!

Wu Tian turned and kicked. Caesar’s eyes widened further in horror as they caught the sight of his own body while his head was kicked from his shoulders.

Even in death, he couldn’t believe it. How could his Fish Intestine Sword, a legendary blade, fail to pierce a man’s skull? And how could it break?

Impossible! This is completely unscientific!

"Boss!" Seeing Caesar’s death, the remaining men in black went berserk.

They could not live together, but they would die together!

During their training, Caesar had always led them. He wasn’t their family, but he was better than any family. Seeing him die, their eyes practically split with rage.

"We’ll fight you to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

In an instant, over a hundred men swarmed Wu Tian, their cleavers hacking down in a storm so dense not even the wind could pass through. They were frenzied, determined to chop Wu Tian to pieces right then and there.

Either he dies, or we do!

Qin Yujie watched the scene unfold, a spark of hope igniting once more in his despairing eyes. With so many attacking at once, surely Wu Tian will die now!

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

But a series of Blood Glows erupted from Wu Tian’s body. These crimson arcs were sharper than any blade. Each streak of Blood Glow reaped a line of lives.

In a matter of moments, everyone was dead, and blood flooded the ground.

This scene left Qin Yuhan and the others in a state of utter shock.

"Grandfather... Grandfather, I’m the only male heir of the Qin Family! I can’t die... If I die, the Qin Family line ends!" Qin Yujie wet himself in terror, stretching out a hand to plead for help from Qin Shanfeng.