Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 389: Unbelievable

When Anthony saw David’s demeanor, he grew even more confused and wanted to speak, but before he could finish, he swallowed his words, staring at Yang Tian in horror. Then, he looked at David again and asked, "David... Mr. David, who... who do you think he is?"

"Mr. Yang! The legend of the world, Mr. Yang!" David replied in a voice that resembled that of a startled bird.

"Then... only mighty weapons could pose a threat to him... to Mr. Yang? Is that what you’re saying?" Anthony asked, still unable to believe it.

But David nodded, so Anthony bowed his head and did not dare to say anything else.

Boom!

The moment Anthony heard this revelation, it felt like a thunderbolt crashing down upon him.

He finally understood why Yang Tian had made such a casual mention before.

Originally, he thought Yang Tian was just an unusual young man, joking around, but now he realized this young man was indeed Mr. Yang—the one David spoke of in awe, the terror-inducing figure that even monsters feared!

Now, seeing David like this, there was nothing but fear—extreme fear!

Witnessing David’s terror, the other Europa elites dropped to their knees one by one, each letting out a sigh of relief.

At the same time, they watched for any indication of Yang Tian’s intention, yearning to understand the relationship.

They were even terrified at the thought of arcade-level weapons—they hadn’t yet grasped what those words truly meant.

To their eyes, Yang Tian was so young, seemingly ordinary, surely incapable of being as powerful as David described.

But David’s dread wasn’t just of Yang Tian—it stemmed from his fear of the terrifying forces that stood behind Yang Tian.

However, before they had a chance to process any of it and take action, the surrounding cultivators pulled them one by one and then, with immeasurable respect, shouted at David in praise of Yang Tian: "Look upon the legend of the world, Mr. Yang!"

In an instant, all the terrifying Europa elites were kneeling on the ground, while Yang Tian stood alone, towering over all living beings like a True God.

...

"What did you say? Who has come to our Russia?"

While all the Europa elites were kneeling before Yang Tian, the highest commander of Russia’s squadron, Gaunt Snowovich, who had been enjoying family time at home, suddenly received intelligence and rushed back to headquarters, staring at his officers in shock.

The officer trembled upon hearing Snowovich’s sudden roar but still answered honestly, "Yes... it’s Mr. Yang!"

"Mr. Yang? China’s Mr. Yang?"

Snowovich took a deep breath, asking, "How could he possibly come to Russia? What happened? Speak!"

"This... this is what happened!"

The officer quickly passed on the document in his hand and then stepped out of the room.

After Snowovich finished reading it, he immediately fell into deep contemplation.

Nobody knew how long he kept silent.

When the officers around him, who had received the same intelligence, saw Snowovich’s prolonged silence, a senior member of the squad finally stepped forward and asked, "Commander Snowovich, what do you think we should do next? Should we call for reinforcements? Assemble the troops?"

"Assemble the troops?"

When Snowovich heard this, he immediately glanced at the officer who had spoken and roared, "Are you an idiot? That is the man who sank an island nation’s cruiser in the East Sea in a single day, shot down sixty F-35 fighter jets, and captured one alive. How many troops do you think we need to deal with someone like him? Do you want the Russian squadron to retire for fifty years?"

"No! No, that’s not what I meant!"

The officer waved his hands frantically, but then asked again, "What should we do then, as Commander Snowovich has suggested?"

"What should I do? Naturally, I will have to find out why he has come to Russia."

Snowovich’s voice carried immense weight as his tone hardened, "I’ll go there myself!"

"The matter... it’s this: Wolf King Karl is our King of werewolves and also my nephew, so..."

Inside the conference hall, the walls seemed to close in tightly.

Since the moment he knelt before Yang Tian, David—the formidable deity—completely lost any inclination towards rebellion.

Now, he humbly knelt before Yang Tian, respectfully explaining the entire scheme.

As for the elites, who normally bullied ordinary people mercilessly, they now looked like obedient students, kneeling in orderly rows behind David.

Neat and precise, as if rehearsed!

They had learned about Yang Tian’s origins from the cultivators present.

Whether facing enemies, dealing with hard resistance, or even using cruise missiles to destroy F-35 fighter jets, nothing they heard of could compare to their imagination!

But one thing they did know—before a sacred Great Power like David, they were nothing but lambs led to slaughter, utterly powerless!

Even Sam, the lone resistance fighter, was now lying lifeless.

Before Yang Tian, even someone as powerful as David was no more than an ant.

If David was rendered this way, how could they dare act without restraint? Negligence would only invite death, a fate worse than Sam’s!

It was precisely this realization that compelled the elites to gaze upon Yang Tian with extraordinary reverence.

Who wouldn’t admire the mighty?

And before them stood not just a mighty figure, but the strongest person in the world.

In front of someone like him, kneeling wasn’t disgraceful—it was a privilege to even catch a glimpse of such greatness.

Some even dared to dream that Yang Tian might see potential in them and accept them as disciples.

That would be a leap forward!

As for their dreams, Yang Tian cared little, nor did he bother to guess.

After hearing David’s explanation, he didn’t bother addressing David’s attempts to manipulate events through control, but instead responded with a radiant smile, "David, is that correct?"

"Yes! Yes, Mr. Yang!" David quickly answered, terrified that even a sneeze from Yang Tian could end his life.

Yang Tian looked at him and continued smiling. "I overheard you just now. You’ve looked into my details, haven’t you? Is it about the Devil’s Palace?"

"Yes!"

David immediately nodded and said, "The King of the Devil’s Temple, Peng Zhenyuan, sent word back to my family before I could act—Wolf King Karl is dead and has arrived in Russia..."

At this moment, David suddenly felt regret.

Wolf King Karl was indeed his nephew.

But within the cold, brutal world of the werewolf family, frightening emotions remained impassive.

He had traveled thousands of miles to Russia because he heard rumors that Yang Tian was born a sacred Great Power, and he wanted to challenge the strongest just like other formidable figures.

After all, most Great Powers relied on the deterrence of powerful weapons.

But someone as towering as Yang Tian automatically drew the attention of Great Powers across the world.

Even David’s talk of destroying Yang Tian with mighty weapons was ultimately nothing more than posturing.

Should Yang Tian fall, superpowers like him would soon become sore spots in the eyes of mighty nations, forced back into hiding, just like before.

"Peng Zhenyuan? That sounds like a Chinese name."

When Yang Tian heard David mentioning Peng Zhenyuan, he immediately asked, "Is he the leader of China’s Devil King’s Hall?"

"I’m not certain! I’ve never personally met Peng Zhenyuan! But..."

David paused, swallowed hard, and opened his mouth again, "But I know where the Devil’s Hall is."

After saying that, David quickly glanced at Yang Tian. Seeing no changes in Yang Tian’s expression, he let out a slight breath of relief.

At this level, circumstances were entirely different.

Why was Yang Tian in Russia?

Why were all his questions about the Devil’s Hall?

Clearly, Yang Tian was tracking clues related to the mysterious Devil’s Hall.

Once David understood this, he naturally admitted what he knew, hoping to earn Yang Tian’s protection.

But his thoughts could not escape Yang Tian’s perceptiveness.

Thus, Yang Tian didn’t bother addressing the lies hidden in David’s words about the Demon King. Instead, he raised his hand lightly, black glory condensed within the palm of his hand.

"Do you want to die, or live?" Yang Tian sneered coldly.

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