Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 391 The Devil’s Oversight

In her view, as long as Russia is not present on the scene, there is still room for explanation, and it will come to an end.

It might even bring the nations closer together.

But at this moment, Yang Tian glanced at Snowovich’s vodka, his face contorted in disgust, and said, "I don’t drink."

In an instant!

Hearing this, Long Gang let out a sigh of relief, barely managing to stand upright without collapsing.

The faces of those high-ranking officials turned visibly grim.

This was a gift from Norwich.

It was not merely wine but a gesture of goodwill from the Russian government.

And yet Yang Tian... refused it under the pretext of not drinking?

Slakevich’s face instantly froze, and even the Russian officer standing behind him subtly placed his hand on his belt.

For a moment, the atmosphere grew tremendously heavy.

No one knew how much time had passed. Snowovich took a deep breath and asked slowly, "Mr. Yang, I wonder what exactly has brought you to Russia this time?"

"Kill!" Yang Tian replied offhandedly.

"Kill whom?"

When Snowovich heard this, his pupils shrank, and he asked in a heavier tone, "I wonder who Mr. Yang intends to kill?"

"The Demon’s Palace!"

Yang Tian smiled faintly.

From the information he gathered through David, Yang Tian not only confirmed the palace’s current location in Russia but also discovered certain outsiders who were utterly unaware of this secret!

Thus, his target was the Devil’s Temple.

The Magic King’s Shrine?

Upon hearing Yang Tian’s words, the tension on Norwich’s forehead finally eased slightly.

As a Great Leader of Russia’s military, Snowovich was naturally well-acquainted with Yang Tian’s background, knowing very well the animosity between Yang Tian and the Demon Palace.

But was there some unavoidable connection between the Demon Palace, Yang Tian, and Russia?

With this thought in mind, Snowovich asked curiously, "Does Mr. Yang mean that the Devil Temple is in Russia?"

"Not merely in Russia! It belongs to you, Russia!" Yang Tian sneered coldly.

The atmosphere, which had briefly lightened, was once again suppressed.

Snowovich’s expression turned icy cold as he said, "Mr. Yang, some jokes simply cannot be made!"

"Is this a joke to you?"

Yang Tian calmly ran his hand over the armrest of his seat and said faintly, "Some things are common knowledge. The Chinese Dragon Group, the UK Alliance, and France’s Iron Blood organization—all have practitioner organizations. Does Russia not have something similar?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Long Juan froze momentarily before reacting.

The Chinese Dragon Group and the UK Alliance represent the state-controlled practitioner organizations.

While each country may have War God-level figures like Shen Sheng within its borders, such individuals generally remain stationed domestically and cannot easily leave.

Although Shen Sheng’s seclusion had led to a power vacuum, Yang Tian, as the number one figure in the world, naturally held a unique position!

But it was precisely because Yang Tian was extraordinary!

To prevent War God-level figures from being deployed far afield, mundane matters were typically handled by organizations like the Dragon Group.

For Russia, its War God organization was the Snow Wolf King Camp.

But aside from Camp, Russia had never been heard of harboring any other practitioner organization. Was the Demon King truly associated with a Russian practitioner group?

With this thought, Long Juan immediately looked toward Snowovich.

Snowovich’s face turned alternating shades of red and white, while the Russian officials behind him frowned deeply.

No one knew how long Snowovich contemplated before he finally sighed and said, "It seems Mr. Yang knows everything! In that case, I won’t hide it anymore. You are correct! The Demon Palace’s original name was Odin Palace, and it belongs to our Russian practitioner organization!"

"Originally?"

Upon hearing this, Long Juan’s sharp intuition caught a peculiarity.

"Originally"—that is to say, the Demon Palace now belonged to someone other than Russia.

But evidently, Slakevich had no intention of elaborating. He looked at Yang Tian and asked solemnly, "Mr. Yang, I have only one question: what exactly do you plan to do in Russia this time?"

"Settle my grudge against the Demon Palace."

Yang Tian said nonchalantly, "Naturally, I don’t like others hindering me from doing what I need to do. I trust you understand what I mean."

"Rest assured!" Snowovich replied with a grave expression. "The Demon Palace is also a latent threat to Russia. If you can eliminate it, Mr. Yang, you will personally earn our friendship with Russia!"

Hiss!

Earning Russia’s friendship? Hearing this, everyone nearby felt shock and astonishment.

As one of the top five global powers, Russia’s comprehensive strength undoubtedly ranked among the top three worldwide!

If China and Russia were considered equals, a friendship with such a great power would be considered prestigious. freёnovelkiss-com

But what did Snowovich just mean?

This friendship was meant for Yang Tian!

In other words, this enormous goodwill was directed toward an individual!

Did Yang Tian hold a status equal to that of an entire nation?

Of course, they wouldn’t assume Snowovich was mistaken.

After all, as the Iron Blood soul of the Russian military, Snowovich might officially hold a high rank, but in practice, his words carried immense influence within Russia’s administration!

Hearing Snowovich’s declaration, Yang Tian chuckled and said, "This is far better than that bottle of liquor!"

Faith Aganovich’s face visibly twitched at these words.

He had brought out this bottle of Royal Vodka, something he typically cherished and would seldom part with.

He never anticipated that after offering it today, it would be outright rejected.

After confirming Yang Tian’s intentions, Snowovich continued discussing related matters with him before leaving the Welsh Hotel.

After him, John waited until Snowovich returned to headquarters before he couldn’t help but ask, "Commander Snowovich, earlier... were you exceedingly deferential to Mr. Yang?"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Snowovich did not get angry this time but smiled and asked a question in return.

Admiral John quickly explained, "No matter how strong he is, he is but one man. Even if he helps us remove the hidden threat of the Demon Temple, wasn’t it an overstatement to grant Russia’s friendship? This is akin to declaring that he holds a status on par with Russia and the other four global powers."

"An overstatement?"

Hearing John’s words, Snowovich looked at the others and asked, "Do you all think so?"

The others nodded slightly.

Although Yang Tian had records of victories against adversaries, those battles were limited to skirmishes between the East Sea and Pride Country or small conflicts with Japan—a mere fraction of their full power.

It did not mean Yang Tian could truly stand up to a global superpower!

They even thought Snowovich’s attitude toward Yang Tian seemed unnecessary.

Surely, they could treat Yang Tian politely while maintaining their own dignity in Russia.

Looking at their expressions, Snowovich sighed deeply and asked, "What did you see earlier?"

"What did we see? Those Europa high-ranking wolves?" Admiral John asked in puzzlement.

"David! David Jacob! The werewolf from Europa who was once the Wolf King! A peak-level practitioner in the top tier of capabilities!" Snowovich declared solemnly.

"Him?"

Hearing the name, everyone was visibly stunned.

Although the divine practitioners were formidable, many in the field of magical practice believed them almost mythical and not very real.

But as officials wielding the vast resources of Russia, they knew the truth. Decades ago, with the advent of advanced weaponry and cutting-edge technologies, a concerted global effort had suppressed these so-called "divine" beings, causing them to largely vanish from the public eye.

No one anticipated encountering the resurgence of a figure like David, wielding extraordinary Divine Power.

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