Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 394 Two Choices

Just as Peng Zhenyuan and Alice were waiting for Yang Tian, David stood atop the Devil Blade cutting through the skies, much like Yang Tian. He also noticed them and immediately started to doubt.

Although Yang Tian showed no expression, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This was because he discovered Peng Zhenyuan approached twice as fast as David.

In fact, back during the siege orchestrated by Akita Shunzi, Yang Tian had killed Count Robert, a small nation’s king, Wolf King Karl, and Hanzo, leaving only Alice to track the Devil’s Temple.

Even Alice had left a mark of divine knowledge behind.

Yet he hadn’t known this mark could be traced across thousands of miles. Afterward, Yang Tian had not sensed it again.

Originally, he thought it might be due to the distance between the Devil Temple and East Siberia, but even after discovering the Devil Temple’s location in Siberia, Yang Tian still couldn’t respond to the signal.

Adding to this, David had learned divine knowledge from the Devil’s Temple, and Yang understood that Alice’s divine imprint had been obscured by the aura of the Divine Taoist.

However, at this moment, as Yang Tian still had a long way to go to reach this place, he sensed Alice’s divine presence again and pinpointed her current location.

What did this prove?

It proved that Peng Zhenyuan and Alice were aware of Yang Tianming’s arrival long before Yang Tianming himself could perceive it.

If even God didn’t know of the imprint’s existence, Yang Yang would have to wait until he was atop the mountain before being able to discern it.

It seemed the divine power behind the Devil Temple was stronger than Yang had imagined.

"Hmm, powerful, huh? That’s quite interesting!"

Yang Tian thought this to himself, and so he directly cut through the skies, stepping upward as though invisible stairs were beneath his feet, bringing him right before Peng Zhenyuan.

"God has been here for a long time. Seeing this today is our great fortune."

Peng Zhenyuan looked at Yang Tian, who had come before him, extended his hand, and smiled, saying, "Devil King Peng Zhenyuan greets Mr. Yang!"

"You should know my purpose here, shouldn’t you?" Yang Tian asked gently.

"Of course!"

Peng Zhenyuan smiled and said, "But regardless, a guest is a guest. Mr. Yang, come with me on my invitation!"

As he spoke, Peng Zhenyuan simply turned around with a straightforward attitude and walked toward a palace not far away.

David watched Peng Zhenyuan with furrowed brows, immediately saying, "Master, this Peng Zhenyuan is up to something!"

"Oh? What might that be?" Yang Tianxiao asked.

Hearing this, David quickly replied, "Master, the Devil King and the Holy Temple are mortal enemies. Now that you are here, the intention is obvious — destroy the Devil Temple! But Peng Zhenyuan, as the palace master of the Devil Palace, seems completely unfazed and even lacks any trace of hostility; there must be a trap up ahead. I fear the palace door ahead cannot be entered!"

"What do you mean we can’t enter it?"

When Yang Tian heard David’s words, he sneered coldly.

Why wouldn’t he already know there was certainly a trap ahead?

Today, having come here, he intended to destroy the Devil Palace and this enemy who had dared to constantly offend him.

If he feared to even enter the palace of Peng Zhenyuan, then he wouldn’t deserve the name Yang Tian!

This was not recklessness; it was confidence.

Now, at the midway stage of his cultivation, Yang Tian had never displayed his full strength — what was there to fear?

Let him carve through the thorns before him!

Thus, Yang Tian showed no hesitation. He casually stepped forward and led David toward the frozen palace before them.

They entered the palace.

For David, it was a place brimming with vibrant birds and flowers, heading somewhere unfamiliar yet strangely alluring.

Yang Tian, meanwhile, casually glanced around but clearly knew this palace of the Devil might hold traps waiting for him.

Facing the greatest enemy in the history of the Demon Temple, the others in the palace, trembling behind their master, showed confusion as they gazed upon him.

But their overwhelming fear of Peng Zhenyuan kept them silent despite their uncertainties, lowering their heads and stepping back quietly.

They passed through the long corridors of the palace until they reached the hall where Peng Zhenyuan waited.

Peng Zhenyuan said nothing, walked straight to his throne, sat down, and then looked at Yang Tian with a sneering smile and said, "Mr. Yang, I now wonder if your confidence in your own strength has crossed the line into sheer arrogance... or shall I call it foolishness?"

Upon hearing this, David’s expression suddenly changed.

But Yang Tian continued to smile and said, "What do you see in me that makes you say this?"

"Haha! Mr. Yang truly lives up to his name — an immortal of World Myth, the first man of this world! No equal exists before you! But do you know where you are?"

Peng Zhenyuan lightly patted the armrest of his throne, his sneer growing colder as he said, "This is my Temple of the Divine! Within my Temple, under the glory of my God, no matter how powerful Mr. Yang may be, you are no more than an ant!"

As soon as his words fell, a warm glow suddenly surged throughout the hall.

The countless plants along the surrounding walls began to grow rapidly as if catalyzed, their transformation visible to the naked eye.

Each plant emitted an unsettling aura.

While the atmosphere didn’t seem aggressive, David felt a deep strike to his mental defenses for the first time. A primal sense of wariness gradually gave way to relaxation, even making him feel drowsy!

This wasn’t a form of hypnotic interference but a sense of lethargic carelessness!

Had David not been a peak-level warrior under the Holy Order, he might have sat down on the spot and fallen into lethargy, making him vulnerable to death without a thought of resistance.

"What are you up to?" David took a deep breath, forcing himself back to calmness before roaring in anger.

But Peng Zhenyuan simply smiled and said, "My traitor from Shangda, what do you mean by this? Isn’t it clear? This is the glory of my Shangda. Under this glory, you have no resistance. Ultimately, you have only two choices: convert to my Shangda or die here!"

Two choices?

Convert or die here?

Upon hearing Peng Zhenyuan’s words, David sneered coldly and retorted, "Peng Zhenyuan, you truly believe your borrowed power can compete with divine strength?"

"Oh? What’s insufficient proof in the Werewolf Tribe?" Peng Zhenyuan asked playfully.

"The Werewolf Tribe?"

David’s gaze shifted upon hearing Peng Zhenyuan’s words.

Atop the hall stood a powerful figure; those who looked upon him within his own clan sweated in reverence, even bowing as if Peng Zhenyuan were unmatched.

It could be said that this humiliation had imprinted deeply on David’s heart.

Yet compared to that, what Yang Tian inspired within him was something far greater.

True awe!

Before arriving, he had sought advice from Yang Tian, offering full details of all knowledge he had learned from the Divine Taoist.

And suddenly, David burst into wild fury, unleashing the rapid traits of the wolf as he charged directly toward Peng Zhenyuan.

"Peng Zhenyuan, amazing indeed! The powers you boast truly are formidable, but they are borrowed strength — they are not yours. If you dare use them now, even if you activate them fully, you need precious time to refine them into actualized force. During that time, I will end you!"

As David spoke, his roar echoed. Razor-sharp claws extended from his fingers, launching ten streaks of gleaming blood-red light straight toward Peng Zhenyuan.

What shocked David was the sight of Peng Zhenyuan, with nothing but a mysterious smile, standing motionlessly against his divine peak strike. Seemingly unphased.

Was this fearlessness? Or something else?

Suddenly—

A gleam of black light slashed across David’s vision.

Then he felt as though an enormous hammer had struck his chest, shaking his entire being and sending him flying backward uncontrollably.

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