Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 656: Chapter 659: None But the Immortal Emperor Can Oppose [Subscribe Requested]

"Your ancestors might have been impressive, but that was them. What are you trying to say now?" The little girl in Wu Tian’s arms was looking for a chance to show off and hadn’t expected this fool, Feng Li, to hand one to her so easily. She immediately piped up, "Are you trying to say that because your ancestor played a significant role in the development of Array Masters, others should respect you just as they respected him? Are you saying your ancestor is a milestone in the history of Array Masters, so anyone who sees you should respect you as if you were him? That you represent your ancestor? So if you do something wrong, it’s your ancestor’s fault, is that it?"

"I... I never said that." Feng Li furrowed his brows, finding this little girl rather disagreeable.

"But you must have thought it," the little girl pressed on, giving no ground. "Are you expecting us to look at you with admiration? Don’t even try to deny it. Deep down, you don’t see yourself as you. You think you *are* your ancestor, and that all his achievements are your own, isn’t that right?"

"I did not," he retorted.

"Shut up," the little girl snapped at Feng Li. "You definitely did! Don’t you dare say you haven’t had a single thought like that."

Feng Li found himself in a difficult position.

He really wanted to charge over and teach this little brat a lesson. Some things just can’t be said so recklessly—doesn’t she know that?

"Enough," Wu Tian cut in, unwilling to waste any more time on the matter. "If you want to start, let’s get on with it. In any case, as long as my side wins, you can go right back to where you came from."

Yang Ziwei nodded. "That’s right. If Wu Tian wins, then he will be the Branch Guild President."

"No! If my daughter wins, she will be the Branch Guild President," Wu Tian interrupted.

His words were earth-shattering. Even Yang Ziwei hadn’t expected Wu Tian to have such a plan, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Let the little girl compete? Is that really going to work?

"Are you insulting me?" Before Yang Ziwei could say anything, Feng Li was the first to cry out in protest. "Wu Tian, why won’t you compete yourself? Why have a child fight me instead? What is that supposed to mean? Do you look down on me? Do you think a child is enough to handle me? Do you believe I’m not a worthy opponent? What exactly are you trying to say?"

Hearing this, Wu Tian chuckled sarcastically. He was polite to those who were courteous in return, but since Feng Li was being shameless, Wu Tian simply said, "You’re right about all of it."

"..." Feng Li was stunned. When the meaning sank in, he clenched his teeth in fury.

Yang Ziwei looked at Wu Tian apprehensively. "Mr. Wu Tian, this..."

Wu Tian responded with an air of indifference, "Trust me, it’s the right call. You will all realize one day what a great fortune it is to have her as your branch president."

A profound silence fell over the area.

Yang Ziwei was the first to recover. He sighed deeply, having finally made his decision. "If she defeats Feng Li, it’s settled. She will be our President."

Wu Tian nodded.

"Hahahaha..." Feng Li couldn’t believe Yang Ziwei had gone mad too, agreeing to let a child compete against him. He scoffed, "Little girl, I hope you don’t start questioning the meaning of life after this is over."

"..."

The little girl remained silent.

Wu Tian silently asked her why she wasn’t enraging her opponent with more taunts.

The little girl’s voice entered his mind. I’ll let my strength do the talking. The truth will be the slap to his face.

Wu Tian nodded.

Fine, we’ll play along for a little while longer. Hopefully, this Feng Li knows how to admit defeat. If he loses and still tries to cause trouble, I’ll have to kill him! Even with my connection to Little Crazy, if his descendant is this disgraceful, I won’t show any mercy.

Feng Li couldn’t bear it anymore.

"Enough talk! Let’s compete right now!" Feng Li stood tall and declared righteously, "So, the representative of your Branch Guild is this little girl? Heh, fine. But remember the rules: if your representative cannot set up a Sixth-Rank Formation, you lose. If I can, then I take over this Branch Guild."

"Stop wasting time. If you want a match, let’s have one," the little girl retorted impatiently.

"You..." Feng Li felt he had never been so insulted in his entire life, and all of it was coming from a little girl. He simply couldn’t stand it.

But argue with her? He felt he probably couldn’t win a war of words against this little girl. If he really lost that battle, it would be utterly humiliating.

Feng Li also decided to let his strength do the talking.

Immediately, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms. They already bore three tattoos—these were Formation Patterns. There was a fourth tattoo as well, but it was only an outline and not yet fully inked.

"This is the Sixth-Rank attack formation, the Six Cauldrons Abyssal Array," he declared.

Feng Li gestured to his right arm and flicked it lightly. Instantly, the incomplete Formation Pattern emitted a deep THUD, like a vibrating cauldron. At the same time, a heavy aura began to fill the air.

"This Formation is rumored to be part of a rare series. Its strongest form is the Nine Cauldrons Divine Dragon Formation," Yang Ziwei and the other Array Masters said in astonishment. They hadn’t expected Feng Li to possess such a Formation.

"My family’s ancestor is close to mastering the Nine Cauldrons Divine Dragon Formation. Alas, I only have the Six Cauldrons Abyssal Array." Although he said it with a hint of regret, his face showed none. Instead, he spoke arrogantly, "But to deal with all of you, this is more than enough."

In the Immortal Emperor Realm, what was the most powerful Formation? No one knew for sure. But among the top candidates nominated by countless Array Masters was the One Cauldron Undying Formation. This First-Rank formation, with its pattern of a single red cauldron, was not particularly powerful on its own. However, it could evolve. When it became the Nine Cauldrons Divine Dragon Formation, it was said that True Dragons would descend, a force that not even an Immortal Emperor could oppose.

This meant that at the level of six cauldrons, this formation could very well be the strongest among all Sixth-Rank Formations.

"We’ve lost. We’ve lost," Yang Ziwei lamented, his head hanging low. His fellow Array Masters also sighed in defeat.

"What’s wrong with all of you? I haven’t even made my move yet," the little girl said after a moment’s thought. "Besides, did he even complete that Formation by himself? Look, the Formation Pattern has traces on it, which means the base was already engraved on his arm. It makes a big difference whether he engraved it or his ancestor did, right?"

Yang Ziwei and the others nodded, feeling the little girl’s words made sense. They cast doubtful looks toward Feng Li.

The Sixth-Rank Six Cauldrons Abyssal Array was potentially the strongest among all Sixth-Rank Formations. This also meant it was vastly more profound and difficult to create than others of its rank. The incomplete Formation Pattern on Feng Li’s arm... had he engraved it himself beforehand, or did someone else help him? If someone else helped, wasn’t that cheating?

"Are you accusing me of cheating?" Feng Li couldn’t maintain his composure. Without offering an explanation, he became flustered and angry. "Fine, fine, fine! So you suspect me? Doesn’t that mean you suspect the Feng Family? Think about it! My Feng Family, along with the ancestors of the six other great families, poured their blood and sweat into founding the very first Array Master Guild to unite all Array Masters! And now you people dare to suspect my family? How can you justify this?"