Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 288 - 290: Crushing to Death (1/7)

If we speak of the famed ten generals of Dragon Country, Zhou Weimou's name would not be among them. But Zhou Weimou had his own story.

His father, Zhou Xuewen, was originally a wealthy and carefree young man, yet he possessed a patriotic fervor. During the war of resistance, he took up arms and killed a Fusang man to protect his first love. From that point on, he changed his name to Zhou Huguo and embarked on the path of resistance. From Mr. Sun's Whampoa Military Academy to Germany's Iron Wolf Military School, he eventually returned home to create Dragon Country's first special forces unit, the Black Panther Squadron, becoming a true legendary hero.

Following his father from a young age, Zhou Weimou also established numerous merits, which led to him becoming the top figure in the Southern Military Command.

He reacted quickly, organizing security and police to evacuate the crowd. It was better that ordinary people remained unaware of the existence of the Five Surnames and Seven Families, or of Jianghu and its sects.

Meanwhile, Huangfu Huisheng seemed to have gone mad. Pointing at Wu Tian, he shouted angrily, "Kill him! Kill him! You murdered someone! You must be punished by the law!"

Some of the TCM practitioners nodded in agreement, the murderous intent in their gazes toward Wu Tian unmistakable. They had followed Huangfu Huisheng for many years. Within the Chinese Medicine Association, though they failed to vindicate traditional Chinese medicine, they certainly made a hefty profit. In ancient times, when their practice was at its peak, they earned far less. But things changed after they started following Huangfu Huisheng. Even though traditional Chinese medicine's reputation was tarnished, they got rich. Leveraging its name, they sold many medicines. These products weren't particularly effective; their use only led to deeper public disappointment in the practice. Their bank accounts, however, grew by untold sums.

Traditional Chinese medicine? Heh, as long as it made money, it was good enough.

"You ignorant things, daring to look at me with such eyes!" Wu Tian's eyes hardened.

WHIZ! WHIZ! WHIZ!

His pupils turned blood red. Then, streaks of Blood Glow burst forth from his body like lightning, instantly striking the TCM practitioners. Every practitioner who was hit stiffened as if frozen in place, their eyes filled with an expression of mortal agony. But their mouths seemed to have gone rigid, unable to let out the slightest scream.

"What… what has happened to all of you?"

Seeing the TCM practitioners who had followed him to Yang City standing as stiff as stones, Huangfu Huisheng was both confused and alarmed. It wasn't just him; Zhou Weimou, Cui Chong, and the others were also stunned. They saw Wu Tian's technique, and it seemed vastly different from any Martial Arts they knew. Were those people struck by the Blood Glow and immobilized, as if their pressure points had been hit?

"Let me have a look."

Gritting his teeth, Huangfu Huisheng left his grandson's corpse and hurried over, intending to use his Medical Technique to determine what had happened to his followers. But just as he grabbed a practitioner's wrist to take his pulse, a horrifying scene unfolded.

CRACK! CRACK!

A shattering sound emitted from the practitioner's entire body.

Then…

WHOOSH!

A gust of wind blew, and the practitioner's body disintegrated—not into pieces, but into dust. With that gentle breeze, the ash was scattered and gone.

This scene left everyone who witnessed it utterly astonished. A person was struck and turned into ashes on the spot!

How… how is that possible!

Fortunately, the civilians had already been evacuated. Otherwise, in Zhou Weimou's view, it would have been a grave disaster. There were some things the public should not know about. Otherwise, there would be unrest throughout the land. But the scene still left the guards, police, and soldiers who witnessed it utterly horrified. They wondered if they were watching a movie or if they were still dreaming.

And this was just the beginning.

Wu Tian snorted. As if summoned by his voice, a wild wind wreaked havoc in the plaza. The other motionless TCM practitioners, clothes and all, disintegrated in the wind, turning into so much scattered ash.

Annihilated into dust.

Only at this moment did everyone finally understand what those words truly meant. Dozens of TCM practitioners had vanished from the world. Not even a shoe was left behind. It was an utterly inconceivable event.

Some reporters hadn't been driven away; they had quietly hidden nearby. As journalists, they inherently possessed a spirit of adventure. Some would jump into illegal factories, unafraid of being beaten to death, just to capture and document everything. Others even snuck into terrifying organizations, unfazed by the risk of their entire families being slaughtered, determined to film and record it all. Now, they were filming the scene before them, but their hands couldn't help but tremble. They had never imagined such things could happen in a modern city. It was like something out of Marvel.

"This… This is really Martial Skills? Impossible!" Cold sweat trickled down Zhou Weimou's forehead. He stared with wide-eyed disbelief at the scene, his heart overwhelmed with shock.

I had already seen the Sword Emperor's rebellious heart. I thought that if there was ever trouble in Dragon Country, I could use the military to counter the forces of Jianghu. But if Jianghu's Martial Skills are this powerful, can the military truly stand against them? If the Sword Emperor is as formidable as Wu Tian, then one person's strength truly cannot turn the tide. What can be done?

Thinking of this, Zhou Weimou sighed deeply. His body swayed as he felt completely overwhelmed and powerless.

Xiao Tianzan and the others naturally noticed the change in Zhou Weimou's expression. Although Zhou Weimou was not one of them, he was not a bad person. Xiao Tianzan was like Yue Fei, but a Yue Fei who understood the need for flexibility. If Xiao Tianzan were Yue Fei, he wouldn't have returned to be captured after receiving twelve golden plaques ordering his retreat from Zhu Xian Town. Instead, he would have learned from Zhao Kuangyin's military uprising at Chen Qiao and taken the throne for himself.

Zhou Weimou, on the other hand, was like Wen Tianxiang, but a military version of him. He was selflessly devoted to the public good. Once, when his own son joined the army, harassed civilians, and indirectly caused a person's death, Zhou Weimou executed him personally. And who was Wen Tianxiang? He was a man who upheld imperial authority even under an incompetent emperor. Therefore, while both Xiao Tianzan and Zhou Weimou were men of loyalty and righteousness, it was not easy for them to become friends.

While everyone was still reeling from the overwhelming horror, Wu Tian was already walking toward Huangfu Huisheng. He moved with an unhurried gait, step by step, with the grace of a nobleman, as if accompanied by a gentle spring breeze. Wu Tian himself seemed like a Clear Water noble, his smile as sunny and warm as to thaw a frozen heart. But his eyes were as cold as a demon's; in them, all living beings were nothing but weeds. He was a walking contradiction, a Divinity to be feared.

"Huangfu Huisheng, in my eyes, you are nothing but an ant. But since you have been so repeatedly insolent, I am compelled to crush you," Wu Tian said, lifting his right foot as he moved toward him.

When he said he would crush you, he would crush you.

His dominance soared to the heavens, his arrogance surpassed the world.

"You… you can't." Huangfu Huisheng was thoroughly terrified. His face was pale, his pupils were dilated, and his body quaked with fear.

He wanted to open his mouth and beg for mercy. But it was too late. People only reflect when they are utterly desperate, and by then, what is the use?