Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 334 Extremely Difficult

Chapter 334: Chapter 334 Extremely Difficult

Seeing such a sight, the other senior members of the Jin Family were stunned, even rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

However, they knew that the young man who had just spoken was Jin Zizhen’s newlywed husband, Kim Gen-shuo, a mix of elders and youths from the Bangzi Jin Family!

Meanwhile, the square-faced man who had launched the attack moments ago had been brought by Kim Gen-shuo. These were national masters, warriors skilled in leg techniques, capable of splitting Jin-crushing jade-like formidable opponents!

But now they hadn’t even managed to kick that black-haired young man. Instead, one after another, they groaned in pain, seemingly severely injured. What on earth was going on?

Thinking of this, they turned their gazes to the young man standing near Jin Yizhen. That was Kim Gen-shuo, of the Bangzi Jin Family.

Yet, Kim Gen-shuo was clearly taken aback by the scene before him. His expression grew increasingly grim, tinged with disdain.

"Who are you? Did you kill my father-in-law, Jin Qinyong?"

After all, Kim Gen-shuo was a key figure within the Golden Kingdom. The scope of his vision was not limited to the Binjiang Jin Clan.

So, although he was somewhat surprised, he quickly regained composure.

However, the young man didn’t recognize him at all. He only looked at Jin Yizhen indifferently and said, "If I recall correctly, your name is Jin Yizhen, isn’t it?" His tone carried an air of interrogation, as though mocking her for thinking deception would work on him.

"I..."

After hearing the young man’s words, Jin Yizhen stood frozen, struck as if by lightning.

Kim Gen-shuo saw that this young man not only ignored him, but also seemed to manipulate his newlywed wife, which filled him with immediate rage.

"Boy, you may be some kind of warrior just stepping into the ranks. But do you think you can surpass our Bangzi Golden Family—or me, Kim Gen-shuo?" he sneered.

"Oh? And why not?"

When the young man heard Kim Gen-shuo’s words, he finally cast a glance at him. However, his gaze remained indifferent.

Kim Gen-shuo brazenly emphasized the prestige of the Golden Kingdom without any reservations.

Seeing that the young man had finally noticed him, Kim Gen-shuo sneered and continued, "I don’t care if you have goodwill or grievances toward the Jin Family. Understand this: the Jin Family is but another branch of Bangzi’s lineage! Not only have they forgotten their ancestors, but Jin Yizhen is now my wife. If you think you can do as you please to members of the Jin Family in my presence, you are terribly mistaken!"

Then, with a loud clap, Kim Gen-shuo signaled, and men with overwhelming auras began to appear from all directions.

Clearly, as the sole heir of the Jin Family and the foremost power in Bangzi Kingdom, Kim Gen-shuo had brought a host of masters with him. When entering Jin Zhiyong’s estate, they had already formed a surround.

Facing this, the young man remained composed. He only briefly glanced at Aunt Jin’s face, unmoved.

Kim Gen-shuo noticed that Yang Tian, surrounded by powerhouses, appeared neither afraid nor unsettled. This infuriated him, and he laughed angrily. "Good, very good! It seems you have exceptional confidence in your abilities. Or perhaps, you don’t understand the kind of existence I hold within the Golden Kingdom."

"I am the strongest within the Explosion Kingdom. Be it business, governance, or military influence, my presence runs deep, affecting even Bangzi Kingdom’s state of affairs!"

At this moment, Kim Gen-shuo puffed himself up with pride and cast an arrogant glance toward the young man, as if awaiting him to collapse in fear and kneel on the ground.

But in response, the young man calmly said, "Are you finished?"

Finished? That was his reaction after hearing the power of the man’s family?

Kim Gen-shuo was momentarily stunned, taken aback by such an unexpected response. Rage quickly took over, and he ordered the Jin Family warriors nearby to seize this insolent child.

Thud!

Before Kim Gen-shuo could speak further, Jin Yizhen, standing by his side, suddenly couldn’t hold herself upright any longer and collapsed to the ground in a pitiful state.

Seeing this, Kim Gen-shuo frowned and cursed while stepping forward to help her up, asking what had happened.

What he didn’t realize was that ever since she had recognized the young man, Jin Yizhen had been under immense psychological pressure. It had taken all her strength just to remain standing.

At this moment, looking into the youth’s quiet, smiling eyes, Jin Yizhen finally couldn’t hold back the terror in her heart. Trembling, she stuttered, "Yang... Yang... Mr. Yang!"

Mr. Yang?

What, Mr. Yang?

Hearing Jin Yizhen’s frightened outburst, everyone around was stunned, completely at a loss for an explanation.

But to Kim Gen-shuo, it was like being struck by lightning. Just as he was about to touch Jin Yizhen, he instinctively withdrew his hand and turned stiffly to look at the black-haired, black-clad young man, his heart pounding wildly.

If even Jin Yizhen was terrified to such an extent, and if her first desperate cry was "Mr. Yang," who else could this be?

But... wasn’t he dead?

How could this be possible? How could it be?

With his thoughts in disarray, Kim Gen-shuo carefully examined the young man again, analyzing him with scrutiny, refusing to overlook even the subtlest features.

Although the man’s appearance differed slightly from old photographs of him within the Bangzi family’s archives, Kim Gen-shuo had failed to make the connection earlier.

The longer he looked, the more Kim Gen-shuo’s shock intensified as recognition overlapped with the warnings he had received from his father—about someone they could never provoke.

This was the most powerful spirit in Zhong!

The same man who had once subdued Japan and other tech giants under the myth of a singular legend!

"Yang... Mr. Yang... Yang Tian!"

Kim Gen-shuo choked out the name through bitter lips.

Circles of shock rippled through the protective force around Kim Gen-shuo, atmosphere heavy and oppressing. Even the Jin Family warriors present turned visibly pale.

This was Yang Tian’s reputation, a name that instilled dread wherever it was spoken.

Hadn’t he vanished for over a year?

Didn’t the United States declare him dead?

Hadn’t the Yang Family been driven to near-collapse as a result? And now he had reappeared?

Why now? And why confront the Jin Family first?

All kinds of unanswerable doubts whirled in their minds, but at the root of it all lay a singular emotion—fear!

Yang Tian’s strength was overwhelming, an individual force greater than any family. To those present, it was suffocating.

This overwhelmingly dominant figure now stood here, while Jin Zhiyong—their family leader—lay helplessly on the ground. How could they not feel terror? How could they not feel dread?

Seeing that they had recognized him, Yang Tian took a seat and spoke faintly, "It seems the Jin Family has been enjoying themselves quite well in my absence."

"I..."

One senior member of the Jin Family faltered, unable to make an appropriate reply.

But what Yang Tian said next left him—and everyone else—utterly shaken to their cores.

Though Yang Tian’s tone remained flat, his words struck like thunderclaps: "Enough to bring the Yang Family to near ruin, with the government’s forces pulling back to let you kill them off—would that be correct?"

Thud!

With these words, aside from Kim Gen-shuo, everyone else instantly lost the strength in their legs and knelt to the ground, shaking uncontrollably.

Yet Yang Tian paid no attention to them. Instead, he gazed at Kim Gen-shuo and said, "So, you are Kim Gen-shuo, of the Bangzi Jin Family?"

"I..."

Kim Gen-shuo stood frozen under Yang Tian’s piercing gaze, his body stiff. He wanted to explain, but he didn’t know where to begin—or how.

Moments ago, he had no idea the man they faced was the legendary Death God, Yang Tian. This same man had been the sworn nemesis of the Binjiang Jin Clan’s forebearers, and even now, Jin Yizhen’s personal terror had laid everything bare.