Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 265: Congratulations in Advance

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Congratulations in Advance

Just as he was about to move his legs, a hand suddenly appeared before him, piercing into his chest as easily as slicing tofu.

"You..."

Looking at the arm in his chest, then at Yang Tian, Orochi trembled as he said, "Impossible! I’ve already become invincible! Even if you’re unbelievably powerful and capable of breaking my Divine Domain, how is it possible that I can’t even escape? I am... I am god-level!!"

"God-level?"

Hearing Orochi’s words, Yang Tian calmly spoke, "I told you, does being god-level matter? I’ll crush you all the same!"

With that, Yang Tian’s entire arm began radiating a milky white glow.

Orochi instantly felt his power, his consciousness, even his soul, being drawn into a massive black hole.

In an instant, it was all pulled into the black hole, shattered into fragments!

"Devour!"

Yang Tian shouted coldly, and all of Orochi’s power was completely consumed by him. As for Uekizawa Shou’s corpse, it fell lifelessly to the ground.

Orochi, the peerless demon beast that had been passed down in Japan for thousands of years, achieved god-level strength, and had even transformed into a dragon, was utterly erased from this world by Yang Tian!

"Who really won?"

The strong practitioners from various nations on the mountainside couldn’t see clearly because of the blinding radiance at the summit.

But they were cultivators, after all.

The disappearance of the battle’s energy fluctuations was something they could all sense!

However, such an intense display of combat was something even they had rarely witnessed in their lifetimes, making it hard for anyone to determine the outcome of this epic battle.

While others were confused, Makura Daisuke sneered and said with confidence, "Everyone, there’s no need to guess. Uekizawa Sword God is a true god-level expert, and just now he used the Divine Spirit Sect’s secret technique, elevating him to an even higher level! This Yang Tian? He’s nothing but a minor obstacle to him!"

"Indeed!"

Miyamoto Sword Saint, who was privy to the inner workings, nodded and added, "Since we’re all cultivators here, surely we know that Yang Tian’s external inner strength has always been black radiance. But now, the summit is shining with white light—undoubtedly the inner strength of Uekizawa Sword God. This proves that he must have been the final victor!"

With two of Japan’s prominent cultivation leaders speaking up, reasoning logically, the Japanese practitioners erupted in cheers.

Just as decades ago, China viewed Japan as a sworn enemy due to the war,

so too did Japan harbor deep animosity toward China.

Though the war had caused devastating losses for China, it was Japan that ultimately suffered defeat!

Now, with Yang Tian—the representative of China’s strength—defeated by Uekizawa Shou of Japan, it seemed to the Japanese cultivators as if they’d finally suppressed China’s cultivation world.

Although the modern era emphasizes science, commerce, and military might, innate martial artists continue to symbolize the apex of national strength in many ways!

This victory felt like vengeance for Japan’s humiliating loss decades ago!

The jubilant Japanese cultivators became increasingly arrogant, even going so far as to use their gazes to provoke the Chinese martial artists!

Meanwhile, the Chinese martial artists could only endure their anger in silence, letting out despair-filled sighs.

"See? If you hadn’t stopped me earlier, now look what’s happened! Our entire Chinese cultivation world has fallen!"

Qing Luan looked at the sneering gazes of the Japanese cultivators and spoke furiously.

Inside, she cursed Yang Tian to no end!

If he didn’t have the strength, he shouldn’t have put on airs!

Yang Tian being defeated—even killed—was inconsequential, but as the representative of China’s cultivation world, his loss had plunged their nation into a dire situation!

Facing Qing Luan, Red Wolf seemed to ignore her words entirely, staring blankly at the summit where the light was gradually dissipating, muttering, "Did you... did you really lose?"

Seeing the Japanese revel in joy while the Chinese wallowed in despair,

Makura Daisuke let out another sneer and said, "Alright, everyone! Let’s not make too much of a ruckus. Quickly welcome Uekizawa Sword God’s triumphant return!"

With a wave of his hand,

the practitioners from Divine Spirit Sect, Samurai Way, and Ninja Sect all began to move forward, preparing to pay homage to Uekizawa Shou.

Whether deliberate or coincidental, the positions taken by the Japanese practitioners formed a perfect encirclement, trapping the Chinese martial artists inside.

Even those Chinese martial artists who had intended to leave quietly were stopped in their tracks by the Japanese cultivators.

"Makura Daisuke, what’s the meaning of this?" Red Wolf demanded loudly upon seeing the situation.

"Meaning?"

Makura Daisuke stood shoulder to shoulder with Miyamoto Sword Saint and Yuanfei Sect Master, all of them wearing mocking smiles.

Makura Daisuke chuckled lightly and said, "I merely hope our friends from China won’t rush to leave. After all, a god-level expert is about to arrive, and isn’t worshipping the strong something we cultivators ought to do?"

Worship?

Upon hearing Makura Daisuke’s words, not only Red Wolf but nearly every Chinese martial artist was consumed with rage.

Worshipping the strong was indeed an unwritten rule in the cultivation world.

But the opponent was not only an enemy of China, a Japanese expert! He had also slain Yang Tian, pushing China’s cultivation world to the brink!

How could the Chinese martial artists bow down to someone like that?

However, before they could protest, the surrounding Japanese practitioners released their auras.

This was Japan’s territory, where its practitioners far outnumbered those from China by a massive margin!

Moreover, Makura Daisuke, Miyamoto Sword Saint, and Yuanfei Sect Master—the three titans of Japan’s cultivation world—were present!

The Chinese martial artists instantly turned pale.

And a voice echoed in their hearts: The consequences of this failed duel have already begun.

Tap, tap, tap!

At that moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, capturing everyone’s attention.

The light at the summit had mostly faded away.

"Long live our divine one!"

Makura Daisuke’s face lit up with joy as he immediately knelt to the ground, filled with reverence!

Miyamoto Sword Saint and Yuanfei Sect Master followed suit, hastily kneeling alongside him.

For they knew that the opponent who fought Yang Tian was never Uekizawa Shou but Orochi itself!

Confronting this ancient demon beast and god-level expert, they naturally wished to display utmost respect.

The practitioners from Divine Spirit Sect, Samurai Way, and Ninja Sect, witnessing the three giants bowing, all followed suit, kneeling reverently.

One after another, they shouted, "Long live our divine one! Japan’s rising sun never sets!"

For a moment, the mountainside was filled with the zealous cries of the kneeling Japanese.

On the other hand, the Chinese martial artists,

upon hearing the Japanese chants, sank even deeper into their sorrow.

Now surrounded by Japanese practitioners, with Makura Daisuke and the other three figures present, they had no way out.

If the god-level Uekizawa Shou appeared now, today would likely mark the end for them!

"Attack!"

Qing Luan, recognizing the dire situation, flipped her palm to reveal a ball of blue flames and said to Red Wolf.