Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 413 Almost Vanished

"This is just a little girl aboard the Wind Boat."

Zou Xiang immediately responded with a cold laugh, looking at Yang Tianxin as he spoke, "You think this child has some background, but now seeing him rush here, it’s nothing but arrogance and ignorance! However, this is fine, it saves me some trouble."

Thinking this over, Zou Xiang’s gaze grew colder. He looked at Yang Tian much like he was looking at a corpse. freeweɓnovel-cøm

In his view, an ordinary person barging in amongst their circle of legendary figures—wasn’t this simply courting death?

Although the words of the old Kumu carried an air of amusement, whatever threw the young man forward would absolutely make him the first to die. And when that time came, he would ensure no living witnesses remained!

After all, the dignity of the strong was inviolable; all others are no more than ants.

However, as for Yang Tian, he paid no attention to Zou Xiang or his people at all. Even the old man’s words fell on deaf ears as Yang Tian walked directly toward the cavern as if he hadn’t heard half of their threats.

The withered old Kumu was already a little angry at Yang Tian’s audacity to ignore him. Now, seeing him dare to approach the cavern under the watchful gaze of numerous legendary figures, his fury surged.

What lay inside the cavern?

They were all searching for the inheritance of the Great Saint.

In everyone’s eyes, each was eager to take first bite of the treasure trove.

Yet here was this boy—daring to step in ahead of everyone—provoking the withered old man even further.

"Enough!"

The old Kumu snorted first, his hand flicking directly, and a blood mark immediately shot toward Yang Tian’s descendants.

Witnessing the old Kumu take action, other legendary figures also raised their palms one after another, their faces showing faint sneers.

Although the old Kumu’s strength was not among the most formidable, his curses were ferocious.

He was hailed as the most famous magic master in the Philippines, capable of tracking primal bloodlines and directly killing even immediate kin.

As they saw it, if Yang Tian fell into the hands of the old Kumu, not only would Yang fear for his life, but the forces behind him would also tremble.

Ignorance of the mighty often led directly to the obliteration of entire families.

As for Hee Wen and Zou Xiaoqin, their gaze glinted with excitement upon seeing the old Kumu target Yang Tian.

These young individuals had long been dissatisfied with Yang Tian’s attitude on the boat and were even more outraged after Hee Wen was injured, yet powerless to retaliate.

So now, if not for being surrounded by strong figures, they would probably clap their hands in celebration together!

Alice stood idly nearby, even wearing a trace of disdainful laughter—the sneers, excitement, and gasps from others failing to interest her.

Seeing Alice’s expression, Zou Xiaoqin, who stood beside her, sighed inwardly and thought, "Even his maid doesn’t care about life or death, as if accustomed to his ignorance and arrogance!"

"Not accustomed but resigned," Zou Xiaoqin muttered inwardly. "Could this maid, undoubtedly an innate strong figure, truly wish to serve beside such an oblivious boy, or is she the one who desires his demise most?" Uncle Wu caught Zou Xiaoqin’s musing and chuckled quietly.

As he spoke, turning his gaze toward Alice, he noticed her staring back. She had evidently heard his analysis.

However, Uncle Wu found not the slightest acknowledgment within Alice’s eyes—only irony.

Mockery?

Faced with Alice’s gaze, Uncle Wu couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Had he said something wrong?

As the old Kumu’s blood mark approached Yang Tian, destined to fight him with blood and ten fingers’ chained collective force...

Some even shut their eyes, unwilling to witness the upcoming slaughter.

But in that instant, a sudden turn of events unfolded.

Yang Tian ignored the approaching blood mark entirely, raising one hand casually as he softly pressed it against the barrier at the cavern’s entrance.

Bam!

In a flash, the Forbidden Mountain barrier dissolved like shattered glass, crumbling directly before Yang Tian.

As for the blood mark issued by the old Kumu, it vaporized alongside the fragmentation.

"This... this... this...!"

Watching this sudden development, the old Kumu’s eyes practically bulged from their sockets.

Up ahead—

"Could it be... a godly myth? Yang... Mr. Yang?"

Within the inner circle, all legendary figures fell to their knees and shouted loudly. Witnessing this, those innate strong ones who had been springing about finally displayed enlightenment, rushing to the ground in surrender.

At that moment, all mighty figures knelt in reverence to the island’s center. Only Yang Tian stood tall and proud—a breathtaking scene to behold.

Moments ago, the talk had been of whether Yang Tian was dead or alive, arrogant or ignorant, yet now even martial arts masters and Uncle Li lay prostrate. None dared lift their heads, their faces filled with abject terror.

No matter how deeply they wracked their brains, none could have imagined that this unexpected youth on the ship would turn out to be the unparalleled Yang Tian—the unrivaled figure the world reveres.

Recalling their own and others’ blatant offenses toward Yang Tian in attempts to provoke trouble, cold sweat dripped endlessly from their brows.

Compared to the martial masters and Uncle Li, the younger ones like Zou Xiaoqin knelt with blank expressions, unsure of what had just transpired.

"Uncle Wu! Uncle Li! What’s happening? Why are we kneeling?"

Zou Xiaoqin asked, turning to Uncle Wu and Uncle Li in confusion.

Uncle Li was too terrified to respond, barely holding himself together. Only Uncle Wu managed to take a deep breath and whisper quickly, "Xiaoqin, don’t speak! That is Mr. Yang! We never expected this!"

"Mr. Yang? Who’s that?"

Zou Xiaoqin’s confusion grew with every word she heard. Hee Wen and others nearby also turned curious gazes toward her.

After all, these youths lacked experience, raised in indulgence and rarely interacting with the outside world—much less the cultivation realm.

How could they have heard of Yang Tianzhi?

Glancing at Zou Xiaoqin’s casual, curious demeanor, Uncle Wu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Her ignorance was astounding. But he continued to explain, "This man embodies the living myth of our times! I cannot elaborate further!"

"The living myth?"

Zou Xiaoqin still had no clear concept of the significance, dismissing Yang Tian as merely arrogant and reliant on his fierce maid.

So she immediately scoffed, "A myth is just a myth. I don’t believe my father would fear him!"

Her father?

Uncle Wu silently cursed Zou Xiaoqin’s words in his heart.

Could she not see that her father was currently kneeling like everyone else?

In addition to this, Zou Xiang was stronger than most legendary figures—what of Yang Tian, then?

When the myth of the world is revealed, the one true God becomes evident.

Such a being would have no parallel with the likes of Zou Xiang or other legendary forces!

But as Zou Xiaoqin was a Torch Master’s daughter, Uncle Wu retained his patience and explained again, "You’re familiar with the Devil King’s Temple, aren’t you?"

"The Devil Palace? The top force within the international underground world?" Zou Xiaoqin nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Having interacted with several international underground forces due to her Southeast Asian connection, Zou Xiaoqin had naturally heard of the Devil Palace’s strength.

It was said the influence of the Devil King’s Temple spanned every corner of the globe.

Entities like the Holy Fire Sect carried skewed positions and annually paid tribute to the Devil Palace just to maintain their standing.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call the Devil King’s Temple the mountain ruler while the Holy Fire Sect remained a mere foothill.

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