Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 369: Realizing Everything

God?

Hee Chong Taoist actually knows the Poison God?

Yang Tian, overhearing this, was slightly surprised.

But upon reflection, the maggot deity had existed for three hundred years. Though in today’s divine society, no trace remains, few have been moved by his presence. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Yet there existed a miraculous god who could devour him whole, and this was not unheard of. Hence, it was natural for the strong of that era to know of his existence.

Unexpectedly, he hastily sought out the Taoist for assistance.

The mysterious girl also seemed slightly shocked but pressed on, asking, "What happened to the Poison God’s toxin?"

"Dead!"

Hee Chong Taoist sneered as he glanced at Yang Tian and said, "When the Emperor departed, the Poison God was slain!"

"How could that be?"

Linglong was stunned upon hearing this.

As Yang Tian had mentioned, over two hundred years ago, God Class beings had yet to completely vanish.

Back then, the maggot deity was one of the strongest among the powerful, perhaps even the mightiest!

Could a man so strong truly perish?

However, Linglong, cognizant of Hee Chong Taoist’s nature, knew he would not speak baselessly. She immediately inquired, "Who killed him?"

"Far from the horizon, yet close to our eyes!" Hee Chong Taoist gazed at Yang Tian as he replied.

Linglong’s first reaction was disbelief!

How old could Yang Tian possibly be?

Moreover, how could he possess the power to destroy such an oppressive spirit?

Following her disbelief, dread overcame her.

Because if Taoist’s claim was true, then their plan against Yang Tian today was akin to digging their own graves!

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through her delicate mind. Then, once more gazing at Hee Chong Taoist and the Seven Sects behind him, she immediately understood everything.

"So, realizing you cannot match him, you are willing to share the opportunity with others?" Linglong asked in a deep tone.

"Indeed!"

Hee Chong Tao smiled and said, "It’s better to share than to venture alone and risk everything upon discovery. Would you be willing to join us?"

Linglong, upon hearing this, barely hesitated before declaring, "Alright! I’ll join! But the opportunity must be shared among us all!"

"Naturally. That is the premise of everyone acting together," Hee Chong Taoist laughed heartily, finally turning his gaze toward Yang Tian as he sneered, "Yang Xiaoyou, surely you’ve seen our strength. The question, however, is that you’ve reached such heights at merely eighteen. Undoubtedly, you have mastered exceptional techniques or undertaken extraordinary ventures. I wonder if you’d be willing to surrender them to us. Or...?"

"Surrender them— to you?"

Yang Tian, hearing the Taoist’s words, stood with hands clasped behind his back, his eyes slowly sweeping over them.

"One, two, three, four... sixteen. Oh, they say the divine realm has long been drained in today’s era, yet now sixteen God Class beings stand before this priest. How unique is the priesthood!"

Saying this, Yang Tian’s gaze burned like a torch, and he smiled faintly. "But if you all desire my merits, shouldn’t you prove yourselves worthy of them first?"

Yang Tian’s proud words carried an undeniable aura of heroism.

It was the spirit of a worldly hero.

Hearing this, the figures from the Seven Sects flared with rage.

But as leaders and powerful elders who had dominated over two hundred years ago, they naturally did not leap into conflict quickly, despite Yang Tian’s judgment infuriating them.

Hee Chong Tao laughed, "Mr. Yang indeed lives up to his name. Such charisma truly befits the title of the world’s foremost! No wonder even God was no match for you! But just because God failed doesn’t mean we are incapable!"

"Oh? You?" Yang Tian sneered faintly.

"I am not capable!"

Hee Chong Tao shook his head, his gaze darkened with irony. "The Emperor lived vainly through two centuries, but he only reached the peak of the Mysterious Kingdom, still far from the true realm. The Emperor of the Magic Kingdom—though rumored to have grasped the true essence—perished beneath Mr. Yang’s hands. Naturally, I am no equal to Mr. Yang either."

As he spoke, greedy ambition gleamed faintly in Hee Chong Tao’s eyes.

"But Mr. Yang, your unparalleled status in this world proves you’ve obtained profound opportunities. We, cultivators of this generation, dedicated to mastery of heaven and earth, most crave such fortunes! We elderly figures who have lived two centuries cannot grasp them, yet they lie before us now. Mr. Yang, as strong as you are, shouldn’t this be a challenge? Joining forces with us Seven Sects, I believe even you would find it hard to turn away, don’t you agree?"

As his words fell, the Seven Sects behind him began unleashing their sacred auras.

Instantly, with the abundance of Divine Power, the entire violet cloud region was caught in turbulence.

"Mr. Yang, if we forego this opportunity, how could we bear to leave?" spoke a towering man draped in radiant gold, his voice booming with laughter.

It was Tianluo’s leader, Luo Yun.

Meanwhile, the carefree Prince, holding a paper fan, remarked with a grin, "Mr. Yang, I am a man who respects courtesy. As long as you are willing to converse with my Carefree Kingdom, I promise no harm would ever befall you!"

"Hehe! Mr. Yang, I have countless Hehuan Clan girls and disciples—all beautiful as flowers. Should you wish to take them as wives—or even servants—serving you day and night, I would gladly offer them to you!" A captivating woman dressed in pale apricot, her eyes dancing seductively, smiled faintly. She was Hu Xinge, Empress of the Hehuan Clan.

Following these pronouncements, the leaders and elders of the other seven factions also offered their declarations.

Their words were similar—all hopes fixated on drawing Yang Tian into their ranks under the pretense of granting him greater success while masking their intent to seize his fortune.

The mysterious Linglong, now among the Seven Sects, sighed deeply and proclaimed, "Mr. Yang, the matter has escalated to this point. It is no longer just a matter of combat, but also of reason. We are all Chinese; fighting against you does no good. I would rather surrender if it brings peace. Now, Mr. Yang, will you kindly hand over your fortune, and all shall be resolved immediately."

As she said this, Linglong and the others turned their attention toward Hee Chong Tao.

Since Hee Chong Tao led this operation, the choice naturally rested upon his command.

Hee Chong Tao chuckled one more time and then asked, "Mr. Yang, what say you? Will you surrender?"

Surrender?

Yang Tian heard their words, but there was no sadness nor joy in his expression. If anything, an almost undetectable trace of pity emerged.

Yes, pity.

Pity for these so-called Ancient Martial Arts Divine Powers for, despite the suffering of China and their homeland during the plight of the Xia Dynasty, they had not raised a finger to aid. Instead, they vanished when the islands of the East Sea called to them!

Now, upon suspecting that Yang Tian has acquired supreme fortune and opportunity, they shamelessly surged forth one by one.

Despicable, detestable, pitiful!

Detestable for their selfishness and disregard for the collective interest of China and the Xia Dynasty.

Pitiful for their inevitable fate, which was apparent at this moment!

Having ascended to the midst of Yuan Baobao, Yang Tian had seen enough.

Thus, he raised one hand, summoning a Magic Treasure freshly refined to perfection, glowing with unparalleled brilliance as it descended into his grip.

It was today’s Blade of Command, no longer resembling the previous Demon Black Blade. Now, the entire blade body gleamed snow-white—the blade as fine as silk, looking like the crescent moon about to devour the heavens.

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