Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 248 Powerless to Resist

Chapter 248: Chapter 248 Powerless to Resist

What he wanted to see was Yang Tian kneeling before him, powerless to struggle, powerless to resist!

Forced to accept his fate obediently.

Yet Yang Tian merely shrugged, his tone dripping with regret as he said, "Apologies, but everything you possess will ultimately belong to me, and you shall never be reincarnated!"

"Haha! What a joke! I am the one True God of this world! And you dare to act so insolent in my presence? Fine! Let me show you what it truly means to be a True God!"

With that said, Orochi floated into the air once again.

This time, however, the serpent shadow formed by the aura emanating from his entire being was especially vivid.

Eight heads and eight tails, incomparably grotesque!

Moreover, the piercing momentum it exuded continued to intensify with every motion of the serpent shadow, so much so that its clashes with the air produced a grinding noise akin to that of sharpening blades, causing the entire temple—and even the entirety of Rice Field Mountain—to tremble under the sheer tyranny of its presence.

At that moment, Orochi arrogantly fixed his gaze on Yang Tian and declared, "Foolish mortal! I, the god Orochi, hereby sentence you to guilt!"

Swish!

As soon as these words fell, Orochi slowly opened his right hand, which transformed into a menacing serpent head, lunging directly at Yang Tian.

On the sharp fangs of the serpent, icy glimmers radiated in all directions!

It was as if any defense, no matter how impenetrable, would crumble like tofu before these fangs!

"A mayfly attempting to shake a tree, that’s all!"

Faced with Orochi’s strike, Yang Tian sneered dismissively.

With a mere flick of his hand, his signature black crescent moon was unleashed from his hand blade, radiating a deep black brilliance that met Orochi’s serpent fangs head-on.

Whoosh!

When the two forces collided, there was none of the explosive impact that might have been anticipated. Instead, the black crescent moon merely paused briefly before effortlessly severing Orochi’s fangs, and further slicing off the entire serpent head.

The massive serpent head fell to the ground with a thud, dissolving into a pool of foul-smelling blood!

Orochi’s face darkened at this, and he coldly remarked, "As expected, truly a monster! To think you could directly sever one of this god’s heads! But ultimately, it seems that is the extent of your ability!"

"As the True God of the Divine Domain, my power isn’t something a mere insect like you can comprehend! Congratulations on successfully angering this god. Now, prepare to face my true wrath!"

Orochi finished speaking and transformed in a flash. The handsome figure he had previously taken morphed into an enormous serpent with eight tails and seven heads, all snapping their jaws simultaneously as they lunged toward Yang Tian.

Yang Tian, on the other hand, raised his single hand in a summoning motion. The Heavenly Slash Demon Saber appeared instantly in his grip. With a grin, he said, "This just makes it easier to cut you down!"

At the temple entrance of Rice Field Shrine.

Great Spiritualist Makura Daisuke stood in the shrine courtyard’s center, his gaze resembling a vulture’s as it fixated on the temple, silent for a long while.

The eyepatch-wearing man beside him, noticing this, curiously inquired, "Lord Makura, why has there been no movement inside for so long? Could it be that the Great God Orochi has not appeared?"

Akita Junko also looked at Makura Daisuke with a curious expression, her face filled with perplexity.

"Has not appeared?"

Makura Daisuke’s countenance grew grim as he replied, "The Great God Orochi is the sole Divine Spirit of this world. How could mere mortals like you dare to question him? Since he responded to us during the events at Ruyun Shrine, his appearance here is certain!"

"The Divine Spirit Sect has revered the Great God for centuries. Such phenomena are not uncommon, so how could you not grasp their significance yet?"

Listening to Makura Daisuke’s words, the eyepatch-wearing man still harbored some doubts. Akita Junko, however, suddenly realized what was implied and exclaimed, "Lord Makura, are you saying that the Great God Orochi is after Mr. Yang’s physical body?"

"His physical body?"

The eyepatch-wearing man gasped aloud in shock, "I see! No wonder the Great God Orochi was enraged and intent on attacking him at the outset, only to take great pains to set up such a deathtrap after learning more! All of this was to seize that kid’s physical body!"

"Hehe, that’s correct! It seems you’ve caught on!"

Makura Daisuke nodded and said, "That boy named Yang, despite being so young, has reached a level that most can’t achieve in their entire lifetimes. There must be something extraordinary about him!"

"While we may not wish to admit it, China is an Ancient Divine Country with thousands of years of heritage. Its countless secrets are inscrutable. If it weren’t for the collective disappearance of China’s gods, countries like ours would never have risen!"

"As for this Yang boy, his strength could only stem from two possibilities!"

"Two possibilities? What are they?" The eyepatch-wearing man asked, puzzled.

Makura Daisuke sneered as he replied, "First, he obtained the Ancient Inheritance of China, which grants him power beyond imagination! The second is that he acquired an Ancient Treasure from China! Either way, if the Great God Orochi takes possession, he will undoubtedly return to his peak form. Uekizawa Shou, as a Sword Saint descended from the Uekizawa Clan, can you truly not understand this?"

The eyepatch-wearing man—Uekizawa Shou—was momentarily stunned.

As a successor of the Uekizawa Clan, he, like Hanzo, bore the title of Sword Saint handed down generation after generation, making him one of the most formidable warriors in Japan!

Such a master, upon hearing Makura Daisuke’s explanation, immediately came to his senses and said, "Indeed! Though I hate to admit it, Mr. Yang of China truly is unparalleled. At only seventeen or eighteen years old, he has already surpassed legends and is merely a half-step away from God Realm. Such a figure may even rival Sword Saint Uekizawa of old!"

"Haha, I know you’re unwilling and have always hoped to duel him."

Makura Daisuke chuckled coldly at Uekizawa Shou’s words. "But since he’s been chosen by the Great God Orochi, no one can lay a finger on him now! If fortune favors him, he may ascend to become the new Great God Orochi. At that point, our nation will once again stand at the brink of worldwide conquest!"

Uekizawa Shou heard Makura Daisuke’s high praise for Yang Tian, and let out a deep sigh.

After all, the Divine Spirit Sect had worshiped Orochi for countless years, and those near-God Realm experts who had been devoured by Orochi weren’t unheard of.

Yet, those individuals at most served as avatars of divine thought, existing as mere Divine Thought Avatars in the world!

Given the immense energy of Orochi’s true form as a being in God Realm.

Ordinary cultivators would simply explode while attempting to host one of his Divine Thought Avatars, utterly incapable of bearing the strain.

Only those prodigies who approached God Realm could barely withstand even that.

But now, Makura Daisuke was speaking of Yang Tian potentially becoming the new Great God Orochi, which implied that Yang Tian would host Orochi’s very true form!

"What a pity! What a pity! Such a figure, whom I didn’t get to cross swords with, is now poised to perish—that shall be a lifelong regret!"

Uekizawa Shou said this with another shake of his head, but soon flashed a faint smirk.

No matter how great a person was, death made them irrelevant!

Uekizawa Shou wouldn’t be foolish enough to disrupt Orochi’s grand scheme out of his own ambition for a duel with Yang Tian.

As for Akita Junko, hearing the two men’s exchange, she simply sneered silently in her heart.

"Foolish Chinese people! Foolish Yang Tian! How dare he challenge the might of the Great God Orochi?"

"From the moment you stepped onto Japanese soil, your death was inevitable! Now, you’ve walked straight into the trap laid at Rice Field Shrine. Though I have little fondness for Orochi, through your idiocy, I’ll gain favor within Divine Spirit Sect—that alone makes it worthwhile!"

Thinking of Yang Tian’s impending doom, and recalling his past triumph of slaying four and escaping one in her meticulously orchestrated ambush, she smiled darkly.