Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 416 Shocking News

Powerful!

Grand!

Beyond imagination!

Under the combined assault of nine Divine-level Experts facing Yang Tian, not only did he shine briefly, but he repelled them one by one.

The legendary figures watching this all widened their mouths in astonishment.

They knew Yang Tian was formidable, but never did they imagine Yang Tian could reach such an appalling level of strength.

Those were nine genuinely powerful gods!

Each one a veteran of several centuries, any single one of them many times Yang Tian’s age!

One could call it strength, yet they were utterly crushed by Yang Tian!

Is this a world myth?

Is this the true power of the world’s greatest individual?

How could such a person exist in this world?

Those below looked to the skies, where he stood mighty enough to surpass the gods themselves.

In reality, many of the gods present had thought that Saturn’s plan to destroy the sky this time was over-cautious.

To them, it seemed absurd to mobilize for just a young prodigy and a ragtag group incapable of truly posing a threat.

They claimed to be here for two reasons: first, because the appearance of such Divine Power could make even the strongest nations tremble!

Second, to ensure Yang Tian had no alternative route of escape!

And third, to protect Saturn’s reputation as he approached a breakthrough to the realm of the True God.

Yet, before the battle even began in earnest, they realized they had been wrong. They had all been gravely mistaken.

Yang Tian at this moment was a monster.

Even with nine of them striking together—excluding Sutton—they had gained no advantage and, instead, were repulsed in a single move by Yang Tian.

What did this mean?

It indicated that Yang Tian’s power wasn’t just on their level, but far above it.

In other words, if any one of them had come alone to face Yang Tian, they would most likely already be dead!

"Sutton, what do you think of that young man?"

The master of the Qingming Gate, Zuo Zhenhai, was the first to address Saturn.

The other powerful gods also looked to him.

Sutton was the strongest among them besides Yang Tian and the one who had gathered everyone to assault and kill him. Thus, it fell to him to decide.

"Although I don’t want to admit it, my disciple Kate died at his hands."

Sutton’s voice was grim.

Although he hadn’t acted earlier, it was not because he was unaware of Yang Tian’s power.

Zuo Zhenhai wasn’t much stronger than Sutton himself, and Sutton asked himself, if their positions were reversed and he’d been the one surrounded where Yang Tian stood surrounded by nine powerful gods, how long would he last? Likely, he would have been torn apart already!

He couldn’t possibly be as mighty as Yang Tian.

The other gods furrowed their brows upon hearing Sutton’s words.

What did he mean? Was he suggesting withdrawal?

But at that moment, Sutton added, "But there’s no way we can let this go. Can we?"

Could any of them shoulder the consequences of sparing this young man?

Upon hearing this, the other nine gods, for the first time, displayed a rare unity of thought.

Not just because of Yang Tian’s current power, but also because of his age, his potential!

Yang Tian was only eighteen years old.

At eighteen, he already had the ability to withstand the coordinated assault of nine Divine-level experts. What heights could they imagine he would reach by the time he turned nineteen?

In his twenties?

At twenty-one?

Within five years, they could already foresee Yang Tian not merely ascending to invincibility on Earth, but also dominating the gods in most of the known world!

What role would they play in Yang Tian’s rise to power?

Would they just await their extinction?

So now, there was no choice: they had to kill him today or regret it forever. Yang Tian would surely soar to the heavens, and they would all become nothing more than the stones beneath his feet.

"We must kill him!"

Lei Ting, whose temper was notoriously volatile, spoke with uncharacteristic seriousness, free of any prior arrogance.

"That’s right! We must kill him!"

The Pope, clutching his scepter, looked neither solemn nor virtuous, but grim and battle-ready.

"Good! If he doesn’t die, tomorrow will spell our doom."

"Either he dies today, and we live, or we die, and he lives!"

"Unite and slay this fiend!"

The other mighty gods nodded in agreement.

Saturn saw the unanimous resolve and exhaled slowly before commanding, "Kill!"

"Kill!"

Boom!

In an instant, all ten powerful gods unleashed their strongest killing intent.

The ferocity of it stained half the sky blood-red.

They were utterly determined to see this through.

Would five fall? Would death claim even them? Was this Yang Tian’s counterattack against the ten gods?

The Pope’s lips curled into a faint sneer as he saw Yang Tian clench his fists.

The other gods shared a similar disdainful expression.

Before arriving here, they had learned much about Yang Tian. They knew he was indeed the world’s greatest, that not even two or three mighty supernatural forces could oppose him under normal circumstances.

But now? What was the situation?

They stood as ten Divine Spirits.

Each one was at least at the mid to late phase of the Divine Level, with Zuo Zhenhai already touching True God’s realm and Saturn at the cusp of a breakthrough to the Half-step True God!

They felt an unshakable confidence that, even if Yang Tian were immensely strong, he could not possibly survive their unified assault!

Yet in that moment of arrogance and certainty, the Pope suddenly felt something indescribably peculiar. The blazing light emanating from his staff seemed to falter for a moment.

"What... what’s happening? Why does it feel like there’s no sound around me?"

Holding this thought, the Pope instinctively turned to look at Pharaoh Kamon beside him, only to find Kamon’s lips moving incessantly—roaring, it seemed.

Yet the Pope could hear nothing. Only silence.

A deadly silence!

"What... what is going on here?"

The Pope tried to shout, but he quickly realized he couldn’t even produce a sound!

He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, moving his lips as though trying to speak. But it was as if the moment he opened his mouth, the ability to speak had been stripped from him!

The deprivation of both hearing and speech finally sent the Pope into panic.

But this strange phenomenon was far from over.

Soon, the Pope discovered that he could no longer smell the explosive scent of energy in the air.

No sense of smell?

What was happening here?

At that moment, the Pope felt his heartbeat quicken as a profound unease gripped him.

But that unease was fleeting, because soon after, he could no longer feel his own heartbeat. Even the sensation of wind brushing against his skin vanished.

It was then that the Pope realized he’d lost control of his body.

His sense of touch, too—gone.

"My five senses! Have my five senses really been stripped away one by one? Is this... is this Yang Tian’s doing?"

The continuous loss of his senses finally sent the Pope reeling. His deadened gaze locked onto Yang Tian, who stood indifferent and unwavering, lips barely moving. From the shape of his lips, it almost seemed like he was whispering some ultimate spell of annihilation.

Then the Pope’s vision went dark.

The same happened to the other nine gods.

Almost simultaneously, their sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch were stripped away completely, plunging them into a void where they could neither see, hear, smell, nor move!

This was Yang Tian’s first world-shattering technique, achieved in the Primordial Era’s mid-phase—"Silent Reaping."

A mystical art that deprived all five senses of its enemies!

But all this seemed unfathomable to those mighty heroes watching from afar.

To their eyes, it seemed that the next exchange would determine the battle’s victor.

Yet just as Saturn and the ten strongest gods were about to deliver their most devastating blow, they suddenly froze mid-action, as though negotiating some unseen agreement, and then stood motionless.

Meanwhile, Yang Tian remained utterly still.

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