Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 270 Taotie

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Taotie

He fixed Yang Tian with a venomous gaze and sneered cruelly, "At this moment, I suppose you’re already at a loss for words, aren’t you?"

"Oh, really?" Yang Tian replied with a disdainful smirk.

The tone instantly enraged Miyamoto Sword Saint once more. He roared, "Attack! Kill him!"

Swish!

A hundred and three hundred Demigod-level Dead Souls immediately surged toward Yang Tian.

"Perfect timing!"

As he watched the mass of Demigod-level Dead Souls charging at him, Yang Tian’s expression grew serious, yet there wasn’t the slightest hint of fear in his demeanor.

Demigods? With Yang Tian’s Golden Core Middle Stage cultivation, they were nothing to crush!

Although their sheer number was indeed formidable, if he devoured them all, the benefits for Yang Tian would be enormous. This was an opportunity not to be missed!

Thus, whether to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage sooner or to uphold the dignity of a true powerhouse, Yang Tian had no choice but to fight!

"Blade, come forth!"

Yang Tian’s eyes turned as sharp as blades. He pointed a single finger skyward as a surge of Demon Flames erupted from his body. At the same moment, the Heavenly Slash Demon Saber burst forth from the Black Tiger tattoo on his arm, growing to the size of a person and landing in his grasp.

"Dark Demon Slash!"

He didn’t hesitate for even an instant!

The moment he gripped the Heavenly Slash, Yang Tian launched the demon skill Dark Demon Slash. At the same time, his movements carried an ethereal grace as he performed Shrunken Steps in the confines of Jinggou Shrine.

As they say, "Through a sea of blossoms, not a single petal clings to him."

Though the Demigod-level Dead Souls were numerous, they were without consciousness, and those controlling them were merely a group of Innate experts.

Thus, under Yang Tian’s precise Shrunken Steps, not one of the thirteen hundred Demigod-level Dead Souls even brushed the hem of his garment.

At that moment, Yang Tian softly called out. Swinging his blade repeatedly, streaks of black crescents shot from the Heavenly Slash Demon Saber, their trajectories inscrutable. They struck seven Dead Souls nearest to Yang Tian, scattering them instantly.

"Ah!!"

The Island cultivators controlling those seven Dead Souls immediately turned pale, blood spilling from their mouths.

Yet they dared not falter. Waving their hands again, the seven scattered Dead Souls reassembled, launching another assault on Yang Tian.

Miyamoto Sword Saint, witnessing this scene, erupted into boisterous laughter. "Hahaha! Yang Tian, you should never have dared to fight us here at Jinggou Shrine! Here, they are immortal!"

Immortal?

Hearing this, Yang Tian let out a derisive snort.

Even the likes of the Devouring Spirit Demon Venerable wouldn’t dare claim to be immortal. Just a few measly Dead Souls—how dare they?

"If they’re immortal, then I’ll cut them down until not a single one is left!"

As Yang Tian spoke, the movement of his Heavenly Slash Demon Saber quickened, and the black crescents multiplied.

But no matter how many Dead Souls he destroyed, they would instantly reform under the control of the Island cultivators.

Moreover, the sheer number of Dead Souls made it impossible for Yang Tian to approach the cultivators controlling them and halt the process of reformation.

For a moment, it seemed Yang Tian was caught in a precarious situation.

However, in that instant, Yang Tian suddenly released the Heavenly Slash Demon Saber, letting the Magic Treasure autonomously protect its master. Clenching his fist, he unleashed an overwhelmingly explosive aura throughout his entire body.

"Demon Slaughter First Form, Heart Punishment!"

BOOM!

Countless streams of black Sword Qi erupted from Yang Tian’s fist, obliterating a tenth of the Dead Souls in an instant, contorting Miyamoto Sword Saint’s expression in rage.

"Demon Slaughter Second Form, Evil-breaking!"

"Demon Slaughter Third Form, Stepping Heaven!"

Yang Tian launched another set of attacks with both fists and stepped into the void, eradicating half of the Dead Souls in one go while the earlier tenth had yet to reform.

Due to Yang Tian’s relentless onslaught, Jinggou Shrine collapsed entirely, sending dust billowing through the air.

"I’ll kill you!"

Watching the shrine collapse and so many Dead Souls annihilated, Miyamoto Sword Saint’s eyes were filled with bloodlust and madness as he roared, "I said it before! Here, at Jinggou Shrine, they are unkillable! But you, you must die!"

"Me, die? Heh, you’re not worthy!"

Yang Tian sneered coldly, stepping into the void as he slowly extended one hand, as if to seize the heavens and earth within his grasp.

A milky-white vortex of energy abruptly appeared in Yang Tian’s palm. It swirled rapidly, emanating an intensely chilling aura that dyed the sky black and white. Amid the monochrome world, Yang Tian stood proudly, resembling an unparalleled Demon God!

"Demon Slaughter Fourth Form, Taotie!"

"Demon Slaughter Fourth Form, Taotie!"

Over Jinggou Shrine.

Yang Tian stood like a Demon God, while below, Miyamoto Sword Saint, Yuanfei Sect Master, and the many Island cultivators could only gape at him as if they were beholding an Immortal.

At the same time, a single question surfaced in their minds.

Wasn’t it said that Yang Tian lacked a Divine Domain?

Then what was this before them?

A world devoid of color, reduced to pure black and white—was this not the manifestation of a Divine Domain?

"We were wrong! So wrong! This black-and-white domain... Could it be his Divine Domain? We’re doomed!" Yuanfei Sect Master stared at his skin, now drained of color and turning black and white, as terror surged within him.

The wisdom and composure of the once-prestigious Sect Master of the Ninja Sect were completely gone.

The other Island cultivators were in an even sorrier state!

Each of them scrambled desperately to escape the black-and-white radiance emanating from Yang Tian’s palm.

Seeing their desperation, Miyamoto Sword Saint took a deep breath and shouted, "Why panic? This is clearly not a Divine Domain!"

Not a Divine Domain?

The crowd, bewildered, turned to Miyamoto Sword Saint.

An ability so vast and transformative, with the power to alter the surrounding environment—if not a Divine Domain, then what?

The new leader of the Divine Spirit Sect, Yugong Longjie, suppressed his fear and hastily asked, "If it’s not a Divine Domain, then what is it?"

"What it is, I don’t know!"

Shaking his head, Miyamoto Sword Saint’s gaze turned icy as he continued, "But legend says that when a God-level expert activates their Divine Domain, they exert total control over the space within it. Yet here, apart from this black-and-white hue, what else has changed?"

"These thirteen hundred Demigod-level Dead Souls are Yang’s greatest adversaries at this moment. If this were truly his Divine Domain, would he allow them to repair themselves so freely?"

With that, Miyamoto Sword Saint waved his hand, and the previously destroyed Miyamoto Musashi Dead Soul instantly reformed.

His comrades were momentarily stunned but quickly followed suit, restoring the vanquished Dead Souls and regaining their confidence!

Miyamoto Sword Saint, satisfied, declared, "This is the way of the Japanese! Fear not! Here in Jinggou Shrine, these Dead Souls are invincible. No matter how powerful this boy might be, we can wear him down!"

"Invincible?"

Just then, standing at the very heart of the monochrome domain, Yang Tian slowly descended to the ground and said indifferently, "Are you so sure?"

"Am I sure? Heh, Yang Tian, spare me your theatrics!"

Miyamoto Sword Saint sneered disdainfully. "I don’t know why you turned the heavens and earth black and white, but we remain unharmed, and even the Dead Souls have..."

"Yes, unharmed, and the Dead Souls have reformed!"

A faint smile tugged at Yang Tian’s lips. "But how do you know it wasn’t my intent to let you remain unharmed and allow the Dead Souls to recover?"

Intentional?

Miyamoto Sword Saint was about to retort when he saw that same hand, the source of all this chaos, rise once more. Yang Tian’s eyes turned icy, and with a voice like a curse from the Nine Netherworld Hell, he uttered, "Taotie—Devour the heavens and the earth!"

Whoosh!