Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 217: Miss the Kill, Escape a Thousand Miles

Qian Taishao froze, baffled by the strange looks from Xia Qian and the others.

The little girl clapped her hands. "Creepy guy, look at your neck."

What’s wrong with my neck? As the thought crossed his mind, Qian Taishao reached up to touch his neck. Suddenly, with a single touch, he lifted his own head clean off his shoulders.

Qian Taishao’s body collapsed. His head rolled for a moment before coming to a stop, his eyes wide open in death. He died without even knowing how it happened.

Wu Tian snapped his fingers again.

SNAP.

The thousand or so people under Qian Taishao’s hypnosis all came to their senses. They clearly remembered everything—what happened before they were hypnotized and what happened while they were under. Now, staring at Qian Taishao’s corpse, their bodies trembled with fear.

Qian Taishao looked sleazy, but everyone here knew how formidable he was. This area had once been bustling, but after his arrival, he had hypnotized everyone. Such a formidable and terrifying person was someone the city’s common folk would never normally encounter. Yet, such a powerful, terrifying man had died so simply.

How could this be possible?

Disbelief and horror surged in their eyes. They all wondered if they were dreaming. Some even slapped themselves hard across the face, the sharp sting confirming they were awake.

In an instant, every gaze fell upon Wu Tian. Their eyes were filled with shock and suspicion, certain that this man was responsible for Qian Taishao’s death. But they couldn’t figure out how he had done it, as no one had seen him make a move. Not even the little girl, Qin Yuhan, or Xia Qian, who stood right beside him, knew what he had done. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Among the crowd of nearly a thousand, most had been hypnotized by Qian Taishao, but a few were willing followers. They were local hooligans who craved adventure, savored bloodshed, and were fans of Underworld novels. With Qian Taishao dead, they felt their dreams shatter. Yet they didn’t dare seek revenge. Looking at Qian Taishao’s corpse, they felt not hatred, but sheer panic.

"This person is terrifying."

"Yeah, let’s get out of here!"

With faces full of panic, they looked at Wu Tian as if he were a dreaded Ghost God not of the Mortal Realm. The next moment, their eyelids twitched violently as they spun around and fled.

Seeing this, a cold sneer touched Wu Tian’s lips. "I can see your hands are stained with innocent blood. Since you act like beasts, you might as well become them."

Wu Tian snapped his fingers once more.

SNAP.

The crisp sound echoed. Suddenly, the fleeing men’s eyes went vacant as if they had been struck dumb. They all dropped to the ground. Some began barking like dogs—WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!—while others started clucking like chickens—CLUCK! CLUCK! CLUCK!

Wu Tian had used an Illusion Technique, whereas Qian Taishao had used hypnotism. The two couldn’t be compared; they were on completely different levels.

This scene stunned the newly freed crowd once again. But this time, they felt no fear. In the moments after waking, they had recalled the things they had been forced to do. They had been treated like toys, forced to work day and night. That life, one where they had no control over their own bodies, was more horrific than suffering in hell. And now, it was finally over.

The elderly, the middle-aged, and the children all began to weep.

When one person suddenly fell to his knees to kowtow to Wu Tian, the others quickly followed suit.

"Thank you, sir, for your great kindness! We have no way to repay you but with our deepest bows."

"Thank you, big brother!"

"Thank you! You are a living Bodhisattva!"

They wept as they kowtowed. If not for Wu Tian, they would still be suffering in this so-called nighttime English school. Some of the elderly had been trapped here so long their families likely thought them dead. Some men were imprisoned here, their wives unaware, perhaps already remarried. Some children had been here for so long they had forgotten the way home. Their cries were heart-wrenching.

Wu Tian’s expression remained impassive, unmoved by the display. As long as people lived, they would face tribulations. Some were minor, mere bumps and bruises. Others were major disasters that could cost them their lives. This was the so-called Heavenly Dao, and no one could escape it. He didn’t plan to interfere further; he would leave the matter for the local authorities to handle.

Meanwhile, perched atop a large tree, a man in black watched the entire scene unfold. His presence was unknown even to Heihu and Qian Taishao. He belonged to Heibai Zi and took orders only from him. Although he had never met his master, Heibai Zi had added him on WeChat and made him Dragon Country’s number one assassin.

He had once been a mentor with a happy family, a beautiful wife, and a lovely son. But his wife and child had been murdered by a young master from the Five Surnames and Seven Families. The officials claimed they couldn’t handle forces from beyond the secular world. As he wept in despair, a new contact added him on WeChat—Heibai Zi. Through chat messages, Heibai Zi taught him many skills, transforming him into an assassin. In all of Dragon Country, no other assassin commanded a higher price.

He had killed many people.

What had his wife and child done wrong? Why did they have to die?

His heart was filled with sorrow, and he was determined to make others feel that same pain. Over the years, countless wives and children had died by his hand. He never wiped out an entire family, always leaving the husband behind to experience the same agony he felt. People called him Shasheng.

Shasheng had been observing the area at Heibai Zi’s request, but he had never expected that a single young man would take care of both Qian Taishao and Heihu. The young man’s methods had shocked him to the core. Shasheng understood that he would be no match for this man either. As an assassin, his greatest skill wasn’t swordsmanship but Qinggong. If you can’t kill, you run.

Assassins are different from zealots. If an assassin fails their first strike, they flee a thousand miles. If a zealot fails their first strike, they die on the spot—like Jing Ke.

Right now, Shasheng wanted nothing more than to leave this place and report everything to Heibai Zi.

"Didn’t I just say it?" Wu Tian’s voice cut through the night. "Since you’ve come, how can you simply leave as you please?"

As Shasheng prepared to slip away, the words made him freeze.

Could he have discovered me? No, that’s impossible. I’ve been exceedingly careful, not even stepping on a twig or making any sound. He couldn’t possibly have noticed me.

Qin Yuhan and the others were also puzzled by Wu Tian’s statement. They looked around but saw no one at all.