A tide of Nihon soldiers poured ashore and rushed toward the nearest city.
The fleet of the Emperor of Nihon had brought far more men than Jue Wushen had last time. Every soldier was at least a First-Rate Expert, strong enough to fight a hundred ordinary soldiers of the Central Plains.
A young man behind Fist Dao Deity charged straight out. "I'll go test the experts of the Central Plains first. Let's see if they can withstand my fists."
Jue Xin cautioned, "Senior martial uncle, Senior Brother Fist Fool could be in danger, charging out like that. The Central Plains has countless experts."
Fist Dao Deity glanced at Jue Xin. "Jue Wushen died because he was useless. He never mastered the most profound fist techniques. That was why the experts of the Central Plains killed him."
"Fist Fool is my son, and I personally instructed him for a while. He won't be in danger."
Hadn't Jue Wushen comprehended his Killing Fist from just part of the fist technique formulas he had obtained from Fist Fool?
His name was Fist Dao Deity. His fist techniques were the ones that truly touched the divine!
Had he not been poisoned back then, then ambushed by his master and Jue Wushen together, how could he have been captured?
If Jue Wushen hadn't threatened him with his son, did they really think he couldn't have escaped?
Now that the Emperor of Nihon had rescued him, he had agreed to help the emperor conquer the Central Plains. In the future, he could become its Martial Arts Alliance Leader, the foremost practitioner of the martial dao beneath heaven!
His son, Fist Fool, had been obsessed with fist techniques since childhood and did indeed possess a talent for them.
Under his guidance, his son's strength had now improved