Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 460: Hee Qi’s Strength

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Looking at Yang Tian and Chenn Yuanba, both of them came from distant horizons, mere low-level cultivators, yet their overwhelming momentum forced the wealthy disciples to kneel in worship.

However, the true masters merely squinted slightly, their gazes flickering from the heavens to the mountaintop, watching the two individuals closely.

The Bloody Crown Prince Paul and the ascetic Selda, though carrying demonic spirits within them, were ultimately cultivators to their very core!

Thus, when Yang Tian and Chenn Yuanba arrived, an uncontested understanding passed among them: their battle would bring massive harvests on their cultivation paths.

At that moment, the enormous Hualong Mountain fell into a deafening silence, as if the entire world had shrunk down to just Chenn Yuanba and Yang Tian.

As the two stood facing each other, Chenn Yuanba first let out a cold and commanding hum, sending golden light rippling and surging throughout the sky.

"Begin!"

Everyone watching the duel held their breath at the sight of this scene. Some clenched their hands so tightly that sweat dripped, their eyes fixed intently on the mountaintop.

They knew the cold hum from Chenn Yuanba had set into motion a battle that would stir countless hearts worldwide—this was indeed the beginning!

In contrast to Chenn Yuanba’s frosty hum, Yang Tian simply closed his eyes gently, then abruptly opened them. From his gaze, black light trembled fiercely!

When their eyes collided, the sky was split—half dyed in shimmering gold, half cloaked in oppressive black—transforming the elements into substance!

Golden light twisted and sparkled, forming a massive golden dragon stretching hundreds of miles, roaring as it tore toward Yang Tian.

The black light above Yang Tian condensed at once, converging into a majestic black blade that slashed against the dragon’s claws, shattering them.

Crash!

In that instant of collision, both heaven and earth were transformed—colors blurred and brilliance danced chaotically!

Between the golden and black light emerged a boundary dividing heaven and earth.

Around this dividing line, the surrounding mountains groaned under the strain, echoing deeply. Trees snapped, wild winds raged, and a fissure began to spread between them, splitting Hualong Mountain into two halves!

"Amazing... so powerful! This is merely the collision of their momentum, yet it carries such overwhelming force!"

On the hillside, countless spectators were left gaping in shock, staring as the fissure spread all the way to their feet.

This was, after all, just the clash of their momentum—a spectacle to rival the greatest cinematic apocalypse!

What if they were to meet directly?

Within mere moments, many instinctively retreated several steps, fearing the ripple effects of their eventual battle might harm even the innocent bystanders of the pond nearby.

And those foolishly arrogant ones, kneeling in desperation, could only display helpless terror, their faces blank, not daring to utter a single word.

"Well done!"

Watching the duel of momentum unfold, Chenn Yuanba laughed heartily and declared, "I’ve cultivated for over a hundred years and never met defeat—never encountered someone worthy to truly battle against until today. I must say, young man, your drive and spirit... they qualify as worthy of a first half!"

Arrogance!

Such arrogance!

Yang Tian—this mythical existence in the world—was, in Chenn Yuanba’s words, only worthy of being someone he could fight against in the first half of his life.

But staring at the ground fissures, no one refuted his claim!

For everything before their eyes proved Chenn Yuanba fully deserved to say such words!

He truly embodied the most refined essence of a century past!

And so, all eyes shifted to Yang Tian, waiting for his response.

Unlike Chenn Yuanba, Yang Tian released a gentle sigh: "Make your move." If I were to start, I fear this entire battle would end."

Crash!

Upon hearing these words, Chenn Yuanba’s expression changed instantly.

His prior praise of Yang Tian had been earnest approval, yet now Yang Tian deferred the start to him—what exactly was he implying?

Did he think Chenn Yuanba lacked the qualifications to compel Yang Tian into action?

"Very well!"

Chenn Yuanba burst into laughter, anger overtaking him, "You insolent boy—today, I shall see exactly how you fare in the end!"

As he spoke, golden flames flashed in Chenn Yuanba’s eyes. His left foot pressed powerfully against the mountaintop, making Hualong Mountain quake violently.

Meanwhile, his right hand slowly curled into a tightened fist.

Crash!

As Chenn Yuanba clenched his fist, the surrounding stones shattered instantly, and fierce winds howled more savagely!

Between heaven and earth, an enigmatic energy began to gather, concentrating entirely into Chenn Yuanba’s hand. It was as though, in this moment, he was seizing the essence of creation itself with that singular fist.

At a distance, the suspended Bloody King Paul instantly paled, followed by Groove.

Shock! Impact! Dread! Reverence! Mania!

On the mountainside, spectators of the battle erupted with overwhelming emotion as Yang Tian countered Chenn Yuanba’s devastating strike. Expressions varied wildly!

Though many anticipated that Yang Tian would have some kind of countermeasure...

No one could have imagined that Yang Tian would break Chenn Yuanba’s heavy blow in such a manner.

Only sound?

But one thing was certain—Yang Tian’s approach transcended the bounds of worldly myths!

Even demigods like Paul and the Blood King—true paragons of power—remained quiet, gazing at Yang Tian with utter fear.

For they knew—it wasn’t merely a simple roar!

If Chenn Yuanba represented the peak of True Godhood, then Yang Tian was...

"The apex of the Divine Realm—or perhaps..." No, it should be something even sturdier!"

A muscular black man standing beside Prince Paul spoke gravely, "Humans are the most mysterious beings. Whether it’s Mountain Spirits or God Demons, they inevitably take on human forms to some degree. Hence, human potential is incomparable! What we practitioners strive to do is unlock these potentials!"

"Indeed! Developing bones and muscles is an Innate legend; advancing blood vessels is a miracle. But true miracles lie in refining force into meridians!"

Prince Paul nodded solemnly and added, "Each meridian’s development varies, and so does its strength. But we all know—the head is the most mysterious and intricate part."

Yang Tian had merely drunk and vocalized, channeling the Heaven and Earth Spirit into his mouth and tongue. If Chenn Yuanba’s fist manifested the mastery of bodily apertures to an extreme, creating domains of divine hands, then Yang Tian had doubtlessly elevated such mastery to the head—the most complex center!" another European elder spoke with furious indignation.

Stunned by Yang Tian’s incredible strength, he was ashamed of his complacency after a hundred years of seclusion.

It seemed that even though Yang Tian showed no signs of divinity, he had undoubtedly touched the threshold of the mythical Three Immortals. With time, he might very well ascend to become yet another wandering celestial, reviving ancient winds!

Elsewhere in Europe, another elder belonging to the true deity-tier of a century past quietly muttered upon hearing the comment, "But Chenn Yuanba is a senior—should this not be his stopping point? Today’s outcome is indeed unexpected!"

Upon hearing this, others nodded lightly while continuing to observe closely.

"The new generation is frightening!"

On the mountaintop, as Yang Tian struck powerfully, Chenn Yuanba’s anger gradually cooled.

Just as the spectating deities and demigods discerned the mysteries of Yang Tian’s stance that exceeded their comprehension, how could Chenn Yuanba—stronger than them—not recognize the truth?

Witness how formidable Yang Tian had became?

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