Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 385: Get Ready

"Miss Kristen, it’s been a long time since Moscow, but you’re still as beautiful as ever!"

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses with decorative features combined with attributes of the plains stepped forward, kissed Long Juan’s hand gently, then smiled as he spoke.

Long Juan leaned back slightly, then smiled and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Semyon Bill, but let me introduce my friend, Yang!"

"Yang? A Chinese man?"

Bill glanced casually at Yang Tian but didn’t show much interest.

In the West, it wasn’t uncommon for women to bring a male companion to any gathering, so Bill was slightly intrigued by how Long Juan had brought this Chinese man along to the occasion.

As for who Yang Tian truly was, Bill didn’t care about his identity, let alone prioritize it over seeking Long Juan for more pressing matters.

He lowered his voice slightly, yet with a hint of urgency said, "Kristen, because you call me Uncle, I must warn you—this meeting won’t be simple. There’s a strong likelihood of a conflict arising. You’d better be prepared."

"Conflict? How could that happen?"

Upon hearing Bill’s words, Long Juan’s brows furrowed deeply.

Being the leader of the Rosary group, she had spent nearly five years infiltrating both the inner and outer workings of the Russian Black Society, ensuring to remain undetected amid its depths.

These Black Great Meetings often contained disputes due to shifts in power dynamics, but such disputes rarely escalated in history to actual conflict.

After all, this was a coalition of Black Societies from all Europa countries, with each nation balancing collaboration and rivalry. Any incident initiated by one group risked swift suppression by the others worldwide.

Thus, a fight breaking out during the Black Sea Conference was typically viewed as an act of self-destruction.

However, Bill responded with a mysterious smile, "Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t happen. But now the situation is different. Kristen, let me ask—have you ever heard of Mr. Yang?"

"Mr. Yang?"

Long Juan froze briefly upon hearing the name, then glanced curiously at Yang Tian.

"Mr. Yang,"—these three words were seemingly ordinary. But anyone familiar with the national upheavals of recent years knew that they referred solely to one person: Yang Tian.

Why would Bill mention Yang Tian?

Yang Tian, too, looked at Bill curiously.

Seeing this, Bill continued, "You seem seldom aware of international matters these days, Kristen. Mr. Yang is extraordinarily remarkable. He’s a Superman."

"A Superman? How extravagant!" Long Juan pretended to show disbelief.

"It’s not an exaggeration at all!"

Bill hastily continued, "You don’t understand the specifics. We Russians have many people of such caliber. For instance, there’s Mr. Walker, who is an important figure beside the Leader. He’s a Superman—did you know that?"

"Walker?"

Long Juan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

She was naturally aware of Walker’s legendary stature as a Russian Snow Wolf warrior, whose abilities were as renowned as her own.

Before Yang Tian was resounding across legends, Walker had stood at the peak.

However, at this moment, as Long Juan played her role as Kristen, she feigned ignorance by asking, "Uncle Bill, are you suggesting that Mr. Yang is stronger than Mr. Walker?"

"What’s more important is that he possesses a divine presence."

As Bill mentioned Yang Tian, he instinctively shrank his neck in fear but promptly regained his composure and said, "Let me put it this way—since Mr. Yang appeared, it has officially confirmed the existence of these Supermen, an undeniable revelation. And astonishingly numerous ordinary people have witnessed powerful figures emerge one after another! This time, such formidable individuals are involved. I’ve seen humans capable of flying with my own eyes!"

"Flying?"

Upon hearing this, Long Juan stiffened involuntarily.

As a warrior, she naturally understood what flight signified—it was a symbolic ability exclusive to the strongest beings.

For such a powerful God to attend a small Black Sea Conference—it exceeded every expectation.

Seeing Long Juan startled by his words, Bill continued mysteriously, "Either way, this won’t be simple! While these figures have avoided fights in the past, this time it might differ. But of course, Kristen, you needn’t be overly worried. Their target remains the Leader’s role. We’re not part of that. Just watch!"

With that, Bill gave Kristen a firm pat on the shoulder before turning toward the hotel.

Seeing this, Long Juan glanced at Yang Tian immediately. She noticed a playful smirk on Yang Tian’s face, arousing her curiosity even further: "Admiral Yang, you..."

"Indeed, there’s a powerful God sitting alongside Anthony."

As she questioned, Yang Tian responded with a chuckle.

Earlier, as Bill described the God Class powerhouses, Yang Tian had already activated his Divine Perception.

With his abilities, Yang Tian blanketed the entire hotel within a mere blink, leaving even the God Class beings unaware.

Under Yang Tian’s divinity, no cultivator, including the God Class elite, could perceive him. Through this awareness, he discovered an individual whose energy resembled Wolf King’s Elder—just as Bill detailed.

"Well, Anthony seems linked to the Devil Temple, and this figure appears to be Wolf King’s elder." Yang Tian sneered coldly.

A true powerful God?

Sitting beside Anthony?

A likely scenario—none other than the revered Wolf King Elder.

Hearing Yang Tian’s words, Long Juan furrowed her brows tightly, her mood turning heavy: "I didn’t expect the Devil’s Temple to hold divine powers—weren’t such forces confined to myth? How do they exist?"

Myth?"

Yang Tian chuckled lightly and didn’t comment on Long Juan’s mutterings.

Setting aside the world itself, just before this, Yang Tian had connected with the Martial Arts Sect from ancient China, where God Class beings weren’t uncommon!

The world’s failure to witness gods stemmed largely from insufficient perceptibility, combined with their tendency to withdraw from society.

This was why modern practitioners often mistook gods as mere folklore.

Ultimately, achieving a divine status required exceptional realms and power.

Yang Tian recalled a time before he transcended, during his inquiries with Elder Guo, when the pinnacle of cultivation was titled Wu King—a lofty aspiration. Yet reaching that merely marked the beginning beyond Earth’s cultivation limits.

Behind it remained mythic realms—true gods, even Scattered Immortals!

After pondering deeply, Long Juan finally spoke: "Admiral Yang, I didn’t anticipate this Black Sea Conference to be so complex! We might be better off withdrawing for now, otherwise..."

"It’s just one God!"

Yang Tian sneered lightly, reaching out one hand and displaying it before Long Juan: "One hand alone suffices to suppress them!"

One hand?

Long Juan rolled her eyes instinctively at his bravado.

Rumors depicted Yang Tian slaying gods during his time in Japan, but just as she doubted whether he could truly oppose an entire nation, she found his claims questionable.

What’s more, even if it were true, it only implied that Yang Tian stood among gods, while Anthony sat beside an undeniable divine presence!

If such figures detected Yang Tian’s identity upon meeting—wouldn’t that provoke chaos?

If not Yang Tian’s superior counterpart, would Anthony tolerate his presence? What of the Russian Inner Sea’s response?

Just as Long Juan mulled over these matters, Yang Tian proceeded forward.

Seeing this, Long Juan had no choice but to let out a sigh and follow behind...

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