Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 560 - 561 Lands Illuminated by the Sun and Moon All Belong to the Han (3rd Update, Please Subscribe)

Historically, it was not unprecedented for envoys from various dynasties to visit the Dragon Dynasty. However, today they came not to demand land or silver, but to trade. By now, they had to admit that any single dynasty was no match for the Dragon Dynasty in a direct fight. They should have come with their heads bowed, but instead, they arrived thick-skinned, not to beg for mercy, but to "trade."

When Wu Tian and his companions arrived, the envoys from the other dynasties couldn’t help but twitch. The Martial God’s fearsome reputation had reached a truly terrifying level. He had single-handedly turned the tide of a war. Throughout all of history, who besides the Martial God could claim such a feat?

"Martial God, Lord of the Four Seas, we have come this time to propose a trade," the envoy from the Oba Dynasty said, the first to speak. He looked at Wu Tian and the others not with respect, but with pure arrogance. The people of the Oba Dynasty harbored a belief so deep it had taken root in their very bones: that all famous and powerful men originated from their dynasty. In their minds, it was simply unbelievable that Wu Tian did not possess at least some Oba bloodline.

"A trade? Go on, what kind of trade?" Wu Tian said with a smile. As he spoke, he lashed out with a kick, killing the arrogant envoy from the Oba Dynasty right there in the Jinluan Hall. It was now perfectly clear who was the victor and who was the vanquished. Since they were the defeated party, why maintain such a proud front? Was it stupidity, or a death wish?

The other envoys watched the Oba envoy’s corpse drop. They felt no pity or sympathy, only cursing him internally. Are the people from the Oba Dynasty born fools? When negotiating, you should at least be polite. With an attitude like that, who else would die but you?

"Allow me to explain the terms of this trade," the envoy from the Hua Sheng Dynasty said, stepping forward. He spoke the Dragon Dynasty’s language fluently. "Many of your people work within our borders, including the staff of the Great Historian Museum, who are currently detained. Our deal is simple: we will release these people on the condition that the Dragon Dynasty officially forgets about our recent oppression. You will issue a global declaration stating that the matter is closed and that bygones will be bygones."

The Lord of the Four Seas and the other elders frowned. Countless soldiers of the Dragon Dynasty had died. How could they simply let the matter go? What did these dynasties take them for? Did they think they could kill their people, walk away without a care, and expect them not to be angry?

Sensing the displeasure on their faces, an envoy from the Iron Wolf Dynasty stepped forward. "You should think carefully," he said. "Your people are still in our hands. Surely you want them back?"

"Is that a threat?" Wu Tian asked. The other envoys nodded bluntly; their shamelessness was legendary even in their own dynasties.

"And you especially, Martial God," another envoy quickly added. "We expect you to issue a personal statement, letting bygones be bygones. Furthermore, you are not to set foot on our lands in the future. We trust that the Martial God is a man of his word and will not break such a promise once it is made."

Wu Tian’s eyes turned completely cold as he let out a dry chuckle. "So you can freely set foot on the soil of my dynasty, but I am barred from entering yours?" The envoys exchanged glances and nodded in confirmation.

"It’s just two simple statements. After you issue them, we’ll naturally release the people from the Dragon Dynasty. And for those who wish to keep working in our lands," one envoy chuckled, "they are welcome to stay. After all, the wages we offer are much higher than what they can earn back home." Several of them burst into laughter.

"Are you certain those are the words you want to say?" Wu Tian’s voice became chillingly cold.

Killing intent began to radiate from him. While such an aura was typically formless, Wu Tian’s was a tangible, inky-black presence. It roared forth from his body like a great black dragon, so thick and terrifying that it visibly distorted the very air, making space seem to twist and blur.

Terrifying. Utterly terrifying.

The pressure alone was overwhelming. A cold sweat drenched the envoys in an instant, and to their horror, they soiled themselves on the floor of the Jinluan Hall. They had literally pissed their pants in fear—a vulgar internet slang term they had all used flippantly before, but never imagined they would experience for real. They trembled, their eyes glazed over as saliva drooled uncontrollably from their slack jaws.

The Lord of the Four Seas and the other elders felt nothing, but seeing the envoys’ condition was enough to imagine the inhuman terror they were enduring.

"We... we were wrong."

"Yes, we were wrong! Please... please let us go!"

"We’re begging you! Let us go, please!"

"Now, all of you listen carefully," Wu Tian began, his voice deceptively calm. "’Those who invade our land, no matter how far, will be annihilated!’ And I have another saying for you: ’Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers flow, all is the land of Han!’ You all thought unifying the world would be a good thing, didn’t you? Fine. I will grant your wish. I won’t kill you now. Go back and tell your monarchs that I will personally lead an army and, within one month, sweep across the entire globe!"

His tone turned glacial, and his words sent a violent shudder through the envoys. The declaration was ruthless, especially the ancient, domineering proclamation: "Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers flow, all is the land of Han!"

"If you dare to kill a single person from the Dragon Dynasty within your borders, I will kill one member of your royal family. If you kill two, I will kill two. Now, get out!"

At Wu Tian’s command, the envoys scrambled away, practically tumbling over each other in their soiled, terrified haste.

The Lord of the Four Seas and the other elders witnessed it all, their hearts churning with indescribable turmoil. They knew Wu Tian’s word was as unshakeable as a mountain and as binding as law; if he said he would sweep across the globe in a month, he would do it. For a time, they were too stunned to speak.

Wu Tian, however, paid no mind to their thoughts and immediately departed for Yang City. In an age where information traveled at the speed of light, the news that Wu Tian had vowed to conquer the globe within a month spread like wildfire, throwing the world into another frenzy as chatter erupted on every corner of the planet.

"Did you hear? We and the other dynasties invaded the Dragon Dynasty, and everyone we sent got wiped out."

"I heard! How did the Dragon Dynasty get so strong?"

"Who knows! But the Monarch of Law started all this, pushing for that Allied Conference to kill Wu Tian and pressure the Dragon Dynasty. Now his own soldiers are the ones who died in the greatest numbers."

"The Monarch of Law is a fool. I’m just glad I’m not one of his subjects."

"Indeed!"

"But what about this? Wu Tian says he’ll conquer the world in a month. Do you think he can do it?"

"That’s..."

Across the globe, opinions were divided. Some believed Wu Tian could do it, for he was a creator of miracles. Others insisted it was impossible, arguing that no one in history had ever succeeded in unifying the world. People everywhere discussed, debated, and waited with breathless anticipation.