Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 549 - 550: Superiority and Inferiority, Nobility and Lowliness [2nd Update]

"How could you hit someone?"

The other teachers glared at Capenul, demanding an explanation.

Some citizens of Yang City, especially the elderly, also righteously approached. Even if the man was an envoy from Hezong Country, it was no reason to act so outrageously.

"You have to be reasonable," one of the older men said. "If you hit someone without cause, then even if you are envoys from Hezong Country, you still owe that man an apology."

The older man standing beside Capenul, his brow furrowed, was Viter of the Rockefeller Family. A global oil magnate, his family’s interests spanned banking, museums, railways, and coal mines. Their lineage included six generations of super-rich tycoons, granting them immense influence.

He looked at Capenul and said, "Apologize."

"You want me to apologize to them?" Capenul’s face twisted in disbelief. With my status, do I really need to apologize to ants? The people who clean the toilets in my house make 50,000 a month, but these people shouting at me... it looks like few of them even make 10,000! Do people like this truly have the right to demand an apology from me?

Instead of apologizing, Capenul grew angry and began to lecture the crowd. "I am an envoy from Hezong Country! A guest! Where is the famous five-thousand-year-old etiquette of your Dragon Country? Where is your morality? Is this how you treat your guests?" he sneered. "We came here for the sake of peace. Are your actions intended to sabotage the entire world’s desire for that peace?"

Capenul’s unreasonable words, which twisted right and wrong, enraged the surrounding People of Dragon Country.

Kong Zhiyuan was the first to step forward, his voice thick with anger. "Our Dragon Country has five thousand years of virtue! Our ancestor Confucius himself once said, ’Is it not delightful to have friends coming from distant lands!’ But are you friends from a distant land, or are you ravenous wolves?"

"That’s right!"

"If you are friends, we will treat you as friends. But if you are not, then please leave this place."

The People of Dragon Country roared in unison, "If you’re not friends, then leave this place!"

"Leave this place!"

"Leave!"

The chants echoed from all sides.

Gritting his teeth, Capenul’s anger reached its peak.

"Control yourself," Viter whispered. "Only a true hero could resolve this situation, and we are not heroes. We can only take a step back and bide our time."

Hearing this only enraged Capenul further.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Without another word, he attacked. He too had awakened an ability—a Fire Lineage one. Flames instantly engulfed his hands as he unleashed his Fire Fist upon the crowd. He didn’t care if they were children or the elderly. His merciless punches slammed into anyone who had spoken against him.

A furious punch struck an elderly man, the sickening crunch of bone followed by his clothes bursting into flame. Seconds later, another punch sent a child flying. Flames began to spread through the city center.

Between the scorching flames and the sweltering heat, the very air seemed to distort. The terrified onlookers scrambled back.

At this moment, Capenul had a child pinned under his foot. "You all started it by insulting me!" he snarled. "I only attacked in response. It’s not that I’m unreasonable; you people pushed me too far!"

After assaulting them, I have to stand on the moral high ground. That way, when this incident appears in the news, I can tell everyone it wasn’t my fault. How could an envoy from Hezong Country just attack people for no reason? I didn’t! I was forced into it!

The child under his foot struggled to get up, but Capenul kept him pinned down. If a mere child managed to escape from under my boot, what a massive loss of face that would be!

"Don’t hurt Ye Zhetian!" another child yelled, running forward from the crowd.

The boy under Capenul’s foot, Ye Zhetian, gritted his teeth. "Pang Xiaobo, forget about me! Run!"

"No! We’re friends! We promised, remember? We have to be like the Tianlong brothers from TV! Live together, die together!"

Pang Xiaobo clenched his teeth and charged headfirst at Capenul.

"The children of Dragon Country are so ill-mannered and rude!" Capenul sneered. As Pang Xiaobo charged, Capenul raised a fist blazing with torrential flames. He swung his Fire Fist, aiming to smash it directly onto the boy’s head.

"No!" the crowd of People of Dragon Country cried out.

It was too cruel; he wasn’t even sparing a child. A punch like that to the head... could the boy possibly survive? He looked like he was only in kindergarten. People wanted to rush in and save him, but it was too late.

All they could see was a spray of blood, crimson blossoms scattering across the ground.

But the onlookers froze, stunned.

The blood wasn’t the child’s. It was Capenul’s.

His entire right fist had been cleanly severed.

"Aaargh!" Capenul shrieked in agony, his foot lurching off the boy, allowing Ye Zhetian to scramble away.

To Capenul’s disbelief, Ye Zhetian suddenly turned back and kicked him. "And this is to pay you back!"

Enduring the searing pain, Capenul roared, "Who was that? Who did this?!"

The young master of the Capenul family, his hand severed right here in public. An envoy from Hezong Country, maimed. If word of this gets out, it will be a disgrace not just for my family, but for all of Hezong Country!

Just then, a figure approached, and the crowd instantly parted to make way.

"Martial God!!!"

"Martial God!!!"

"Martial God!!!"

A cheer rose from the people of Yang City, starting as a murmur before swelling into a deafening roar.

A slender, graceful figure walked forward slowly. Who else could it be but Wu Tian?

His eyes were like ice. Though dressed in casual summer clothes, he carried the aura of a Monarch, commanding silent submission from the crowd.

"Martial God Wu Tian?" Capenul asked through clenched teeth. "Was it you... was it you who severed my hand?"

"You deserved it," Wu Tian replied flatly.

"Yes, you deserved it!"

"That’s right, you deserved it!"

"You deserved it!"

The crowd’s response was a tsunami of sound, a wave of voices that washed over the entire square. Capenul and Viter watched in disbelief. A single man had said only three words, and tens of thousands of people echoed him instantly. Wu Tian’s influence in Yang City was terrifyingly absolute.

Suddenly, Wu Tian’s gaze fell upon Ye Zhetian. "Are you alright?" he asked softly.

Ye Zhetian shook his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement. His heart pounded; he was thrilled to finally meet the Martial God in person.

"I’m fine... I’m okay! Thank you for your concern, Mister. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be stuck under his foot."

Wu Tian nodded. Then, a thought seemed to occur to him, and a playful smirk touched his lips. "Tell me," he asked, "do you want to defeat him with your own strength?"