Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 360: Evading Steps

Chapter 360: Chapter 360: Evading Steps

Suddenly, a hollow sound echoed, and Yang Tian immediately realized he shouldn’t raise his hand to block it.

It happened right there, but it left Yang Tian slightly surprised.

Because the feeling of this attack was entirely different from the gods’ attacks before.

When he fixed his gaze, he was startled to find that the one attacking him wasn’t a maggot, but an old man with white hair.

"Wang Tianrui!"

Yang Tian immediately frowned, for this old man was none other than someone who had been killed by a katana atop the Purple Cloud Peak—once the overseas-first King!

But now, Wang Tianrui’s strength had ascended to a level surpassing the divine, on par with the early days of Yang Tianyuan’s power!

"Heh heh! Boy, it’s this old man here. I’ve returned from the depths of hell to seek my revenge!"

Wang Tianrui grinned maliciously, his voice reverberating like thunder.

Yang Tian, though perplexed, immediately dodged.

But just as Yang Tian retreated, Wang Tianrui smirked coldly, refraining from giving chase, as if he’d readied a counterattack in advance.

A second move?

Yang Tian, noticing Wang Tianrui’s grin, instinctively stepped aside again, shifting to another position.

*Shua!*

The air was filled with the sound of something manifesting, as seven figures slowly appeared. Behind these seven figures stood a tall, thin middle-aged man, his face twisted into a smile.

"Young friend Yang, it’s been quite a while!" The middle-aged man sneered coldly.

Master Wei!

Yang Tian furrowed his brows once more.

Because this man was the protector of the southern Ma Family State, a man Yang Tian had once destroyed.

Yet another person who was supposed to be dead.

And those seven figures were none other than the seven innate Kings of Wu manipulated by Gu Luwei. Judging just from their auras, these seven innate Kings of Wu possessed power nearly equal to Yang Tian’s own strength, just like Wang Tianrui!

In addition, disciples from the Xuantian Sect such as Luo Wenchang, Yin Zhihang, and Liu Tianwu had also appeared.

Akita Shunzi, the Wolf King of Xiao Country, the very ones Yang Tian had slain and killed for revenge, had also made an appearance.

Asakura Daisuke, Miyamoto Sato, and three other aerial grandmasters with no allegiance, prominent figures from the islands, had also fallen to Yang Tian’s hands.

Lu Yuanming, the Grandmaster of Gold and Silver Island, had met his end at Yang Tian’s will.

Even the eight-headed serpent that had occupied the mountain’s upstream spring and the two double-headed lizards in the Astroon Mountain Range were here as well.

Figures like the Evil God Kate, the Lion King Leo, the Fallen Knight of Germany, Master Gandhi, and the Ice Snow Queen Wendy.

Everyone Yang Tian had ever killed now stood before him once again.

And without a doubt, each of them had risen to Yang Tian’s current level of power, wielding boundless strength in both their hands and feet!

"Hahaha! Unexpected, isn’t it? Surprised?"

At that moment, a chuckling voice echoed from all directions, its tone dripping with pride: "While we maggots may not walk the righteous path, our methods are among the most peculiar of the seventy-two arts. I call this the Death Mist of Maggots—it’s rather fitting, don’t you think?"

"Death Mist?"

Yang Tian couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

"Hahaha, exactly!"

The Maggot God’s laughter brimmed with arrogance as he continued, "This is a unique technique. Since I perfected these maggots, no one has ever managed to counter it! They are all your former enemies, and now they stand on par with you in strength. You will inevitably fall under their siege, and when that happens, I will have avenged them all! Hahaha!"

And then, suddenly, the sound of drums reverberated through the air.

Immediately, Wang Tianrui and the other resurrected figures launched their attacks on Yang Tian with sinister grins.

In just moments, Yang Tian found himself overwhelmed, struggling to hold his ground against a horde of enemies equal to his own strength, causing Ji Yanran to watch anxiously.

However, Ji Yanran and the magical spirit concealed in darkness both keenly observed that, although Yang Tian’s expression was serious, there was a startling calmness in his eyes.

Even when struck directly by one of the Kings, shaking the defenses of his Magic Flame Armor, his gaze remained unshaken.

Rather, his eyes seemed to dart around constantly.

The Death Mist was indeed a technique unlike any Yang Tian had encountered before.

If the Maggot God hadn’t spoken, Yang Tian might not have even realized what was happening.

But such clarity came only in moments of silence within the mind.

And so, Yang Tian, dodging attacks as he scanned his surroundings, suddenly formed a singular hand sign, summoning a Black Beetle into his palm.

"Found it!"

Yang Tian broke into a faint smile, halting his evasive movements.

"Wh-what is this? Is this... a god’s domain?"

The Maggot God, upon seeing the black-and-white light radiating from Yang Tian’s shen body, suddenly knit his brow.

A magician who had survived for 300 years, the Maggot God wasn’t easily shaken. After devouring countless strong ones, he had seen nearly every kind of move.

But Yang Tian’s actions, resembling a holy domain yet filled with intense suppression, stirred confusion within him.

But who was Yang Tian?

A rightful Devil!

How could a Devil possibly possess a god’s domain?

Had Yang Tian not cultivated the path of demons? And what of the other practitioners?

For a moment, the Maggot God’s mind was in disarray.

Yet despite his internal chaos, as a seasoned being of immense power, the Maggot God wasted no time. His hands swiftly formed an incantation, unleashing the darkness of his Black Beetles toward Yang Tian.

"Hahaha, devouring ability? I’ve divided myself into countless forms; you’ve taken but a morsel, how will you consume me entirely?

"I’ve survived 300 years, devouring more beings than you’ve ever laid eyes on. How will you overcome me?"

"Though I am of the ancient lineage of Gu Xiu, what can you, a servant of orthodoxy, possibly understand of me?"

"And remember this—I am immortal. No matter what you do, you cannot devour me!"

The Poison God’s voice echoed from every direction, brimming with fury and defiance.

Yang Tian ignored him entirely, instead slowly raising his hand. Suddenly, the entire black-and-white domain began to ripple, and a faint milky-white radiance started to emerge.

As the radiance grew brighter and more dazzling, Yang Tian’s voice rang out calmly: "Indeed, you’ve divided yourself into countless forms. But in this moment, in this space under my control, do you truly believe there’s a place where you cannot be consumed?"

"You may be immortal, but if I devour your very essence, can you still claim to live?"

"You understand the orthodoxy of demons, but have you considered what I know in turn?"

Without waiting for another word, the pure-white light intensified, engulfing the myriad Black Beetles spawned by the Poison God. Each fell silent, lifeless in its glow.

As the Maggot God’s anger reached its boiling point, he found himself gradually losing control over the Black Beetles with the light’s relentless advance. Even his physical body began to lock in place, unable to move.

He could only watch as the radiance consumed the swarm, leaving his core form exposed.

When all the Black Beetles had been devoured by the light, only one remained, writhing in the air—a Black Worm unlike the rest. Its small body twisted violently, and its blood-red eyes gleamed with panic.

It was as if he now truly understood despair.

And in that fleeting moment of vulnerability, Yang Tian appeared before him, grasping his essence tightly between two fingers.

Finally, face-to-face, Yang Tian murmured coldly, "This... how could this be? What kind of power is this? Why... why have I never encountered such a thing?"

"Never seen it? Haha, that’s exactly the point," Yang Tian replied fiercely, his voice chilling. "Perhaps you’ve devoured countless formidable beings in your 300 years of existence. But there is one thing you’ll never surpass."

"What... what is it?" The Maggot God stammered, his voice trembling.

Yang Tian’s reply was whispered so quietly that only the Demon God could hear: "Have you... ever devoured a Devil?"

A Devil?