Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 565 - 566 Momentum Like Splitting Bamboo [Fourth update, please subscribe]

Wu Tian rode atop the Phoenix, while the others traveled by Sword Flight.

Their first stop was, naturally, Korea, a country world-renowned for its plastic surgery. Most of the men here lacked any masculine aura, exuding an overwhelming effeminacy instead.

Soon, Wu Tian and his retinue entered Korean territory. With every few meters they advanced, the sound of Breaking the Void echoed manically. Their murderous intent made the very air feel heavy, and the people of Korea found it difficult to breathe. From the moment they entered, the houses below were toppled one after another by the winds generated from their flight, and the roads below were filled with cracks.

Some Korean soldiers trembled in fear at the sight. Some nearly went weak at the knees and knelt on the ground.

"I... I’m done being a soldier."

"I’m actually a celebrity! You should know my name. A host from the Dragon Country once knelt before me! I don’t want to die!"

"I don’t want to die either! I’m the son of a famous Korean tycoon. Being a soldier was just for show, not a real enlistment!"

They wanted to flee, but their General wouldn’t allow it. "At this stage," he asserted furiously, "you must forget about your own lives and fight for our great Korean nation! Remember, our nation produced Confucius, Mencius, Sun Zi, and others! Our bloodline is superior! Even if we’re knocked down, we can stand up again and make our enemies fear us!"

But the soldiers still fled, one after another. The Generals were frantic. Defeated without a fight?

They immediately tried to contact the Korean Monarch and high officials, only to find that their calls couldn’t get through at all. Finally, a reporter revealed the truth to them. "I suggest you flee as well. Those royals and the ministers who indulge in a life of ease have long since escaped. They fled to the United States of America and took the elite troops with them!"

The Generals’ faces turned ashen. They had been abandoned by their own king.

"What about the civilians?" the abandoned Generals asked, their concern not for their own lives, but for the safety of the people.

The reporter replied, "Do you think they care about the civilians?"

With no other choice, the Generals who remained in Korea announced their surrender. If their own royalty no longer wanted the country, what were they still fighting to defend?

Wu Tian accepted their surrender, but with one condition: henceforth, the people of Korea must correct their shameless notions. Confucius was from the Dragon Country, not Korea. Confucius, Mencius, and all the rest belonged to the Dragon Country!

At the same time, Wu Tian knew it was time to march on Europe. Among all the continents, Europe was the strongest. If the countries of Europe were vanquished, the other continents would naturally bow their heads in homage.

"Have you heard? All of Asia belongs to the Dragon Country now."

"Yes, I’ve heard. Wu Tian is strong, and his army, though said to be only three hundred strong, is incredibly powerful."

"What should we do?"

The entire world knew that Wu Tian had dispatched his troops. An army of merely three hundred men had set the globe abuzz with discussion. The world’s poor looked on with anticipation, excited for the arrival of Wu Tian and his forces. Every world war was an opportunity for the impoverished to become rich. Of course, there were also those in a panic, namely the tycoons and noble families of Europe. They feared losing their prestige in this war, for every change of regime meant a massive reshuffling of the wealthy and noble classes.

At the Combine Tower, the Monarchs of Europe convened, bringing their elite armies with them. Using satellites, Black Eight Horse and the others had already spotted Wu Tian and his three-hundred-man army.

In terms of numbers, Wu Tian’s army may have seemed small, but its combat strength was absolutely unmatched by any single nation. Only by uniting all the armies of Europe could they hope to put up a fight. And to actually defeat Wu Tian, Black Eight Horse believed that only "the ultimate" would stand a chance in battle.

Amid the world’s clamorous discussions, Wu Tian’s army began to cross the sea toward the European continent. Traveling by Sword Flight, they could cover well over a thousand miles in a single day. They approached the European continent with a speed never before seen in the history of the world. Their aura was so terrifying that even the sharks in the ocean below were too frightened to surface.

In less than an hour, they were nearing the shores of Europe. When news of their speed reached the European soldiers, it caused widespread panic.

Can we win? We can’t! If Wu Tian himself makes a move, can we win? It’s probably impossible!

Some of Europe’s wealthy had already begun boarding planes to flee to other continents.

Finally, Wu Tian and his men made landfall. Before them stood the newest ramparts of the European continent, a city wall that reminded one of an anime where giants invaded and humanity built colossal walls to protect itself. At this moment, the great walls of Europe had indeed reached such staggering heights.

But would such a tall wall be of any use against Wu Tian and his men?

In the past, the Dragon Country was looked down upon by the European powers. Today, it was time to settle that score. After this battle, it would be clear who the strongest nation on Earth truly was. Wu Tian intended to start from the border of the European continent, sweeping through city after city until he stood before Black Eight Horse and the others to annihilate them all.

"Shall we begin the attack, my lord?" Liu Tianji asked, arriving beside Wu Tian via Sword Flight.

"Of course," Wu Tian nodded, his voice icy as he declared, "Kill them all!"

"Yes!" Liu Tianji acknowledged. He then turned to the defense forces on the high wall and shouted, "Kill them all!"

His voice, infused with Yuan Force, thundered for miles. When the European defenders on the wall heard it, they began to tremble uncontrollably. Many soldiers cried out before the battle even began.

"I surrender!"

"I surrender, too!"

The moment they cried out, however, they were slain by their own commanders.

"We are the people of Europe! We are white-skinned, naturally superior to those yellow-skinned people! We will not lose to them! The ultimate losers will be the yellow-skinned monkeys!"

Monkeys? Wu Tian heard the European commander on the high wall calling people with yellow skin monkeys.

"Attack!" Wu Tian commanded.

Instantly, the three hundred Immortal Seekers behind him shot forward on their swords, charging toward the high wall.

The battle was joined. On the wall stood five hundred thousand European soldiers and ten thousand experts from Europe’s Underground World. But they were soon defeated by Wu Tian’s three hundred men, falling back again and again. The panicking European commanders ordered a desperate counterattack, and a dense volley of attacks rained down on the three hundred.

But every single one was shattered by their Daoist Magic.

BOOM!

With a colossal roar, the tall walls collapsed and the city gates were obliterated, crushing countless European soldiers underneath.

Three hundred men fought against over half a million, yet their momentum was unstoppable. The three hundred moved as one, like an invincible sword. Anything that stood in this sword’s path was cut down in a spray of blood, completely outmatched.