Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 476: Heartbeat Stops

Chapter 476: Chapter 476: Heartbeat Stops

But they were like cats and mice, trailing far behind Ma Yu, watching his out-of-control state with sarcasm and smiles.

"Impossible! This way, I’ll be burned alive by them! You can’t just sit here waiting to die!"

Ma Yu’s inner turmoil grew more intense as his body continued to devour the Demon.

As he looked hopelessly toward returning to China, he suddenly turned around, no longer facing Selta and the others.

"Hmm?"

Gazing at Ma Yu’s back, everyone seemed a bit perplexed.

But given their age and experience, they quickly deduced Ma Yu’s predicament.

Only Selta’s mocking smile could be heard: "Why don’t you run away, child? Relax, we won’t hurry until you’ve seen the land. I’m no mortal; when others find hope, I love to crush it. That despair when hope is strangled is the most delightful expression, hahahaha!"

As Selta spoke, the surrounding ancient God-monsters let out chuckles.

For creatures of their years, surprises were sparse.

In their view, tormenting Ma Yu was a fine form of entertainment!

However, faced with Selta’s mockery, Ma Yu’s heart began to calm. Perhaps he accepted that his end was near. He deeply inhaled, fixing his gaze, then roared with gravity: "Magic Seven Punches!"

With Ma Yu’s bellow, his fists suddenly struck at Selta, making him appear far beyond mortal strength.

"Interesting!"

Selta, a True God, reacted swiftly.

Though Ma Yu’s fists were faster than he anticipated, Selta effortlessly extended a hand to block.

"Child, is this what Mr. Yang taught you?" Hah, a bit disappointing! With a flick of Selta’s finger, a streak of blue flame shot forth, shattering Ma Yu’s festive spirit.

As for the other True Gods, they watched as if enjoying a play, folding their arms and relishing Ma Yu’s futile resistance.

In their eyes, any one of them could easily crush Ma Yu like an insolent child.

Let alone Selta, the strongest among them, an immortal being before their eyes.

Thus, they disdained engaging Ma Yu one-on-one.

Ma Yu noticed their contempt and found joy in it.

This disdain was exactly what Ma Yu wanted!

You see, Ma Yu was now unleashing the most potent Magic Seven Punches, once forbidden by Yang Tian.

Because the glorious Magic Seven Punches, when unleashed, could undoubtedly kill with untold collateral damage!

Yet these terrifying side effects made the Yellow Seven Split Fists’ power exceptionally astounding!

Back then, when Ma Yu lacked divine status and battled with David. It was with these Seven Dazzling Punches that Ma Yu narrowly defeated David, then the supreme God.

Thus, at this moment, facing Selta, a True God, Ma Yu knew his chances were slim!

But Ma Yu also understood that there was only one shot. If he failed, it was over!

With this thought, Ma Yu’s focus sharpened, his entire skeletal frame emitting cracking sounds, as he silently intoned: "One split, two splits, three splits, four splits..."

"Child, what are you muttering? Praying, perhaps?"

Selta snorted at Ma Yu, then slowly extended a hand and said, "If you won’t attack, let me do the honors."

As he spoke, Selta’s outstretched palm roared to life, once again erupting with the same blue flames as before, but this time transforming into a giant fiery feather, blazing fiercely.

The heat seemed to scorch all it touched!

At that moment, Ma Yu abruptly raised his head to stare directly at the fire and feather, then sneered at Selta: "Go to hell." The final Chapter of Magic Yellow Seven Split Fist—Seven Split Fist’s devastation!

Click!

Suddenly, Ma Yu’s divine presence, initially just a God-level force, surged dramatically to True God status as he struck toward Selta.

Faced with Ma Yu’s transformation, Selta barely reacted. The flames that had only just condensed in his palm were shattered by Ma Yu, and his chest was hammered like a massive mallet.

This turn of events left the surrounding ancient monsters astounded.

No one could have imagined that Ma Yu, once seen as merely a mischievous ant, could suddenly wield such formidable power.

For a moment, they were stunned.

But Ma Yu didn’t care about their shock. His focus was purely on Selta!

Once the Magic Yellow Seven Split Fist was invoked, there was no turning back!

Ma Yu didn’t know when his strength would dissipate, so he could only aim to kill.

"Selta, how dare you end him?" Stop it!"

In blind rage, Selta extinguished Ma Yu in a burst of annihilation flame, enveloping him completely.

The surrounding Gods and monsters were shocked.

After all, what they desired was a living Ma Yu, as only a living Ma Yu could solve Yang Tian’s mystery.

If Ma Yu was dead, wouldn’t they gain nothing?

Just then, Selta, still enraged, sneered: "Too late! An ant dares to harm me? Naturally, they must die for their sins. Once the extinction flame is unleashed, if the body within hasn’t been burned, it won’t extinguish!"

"Besides, what’s the loss in three deaths? It’s no big deal!"

With a snort, Selta turned and walked away.

Though the other God-level ancient monsters were displeased with his actions, Selta was, after all, the strongest amongst them. And as he mentioned earlier, losing one of three wouldn’t hinder them from unraveling Yang Tian’s secrets.

So they suppressed their dissatisfaction and prepared to leave.

But then, in that moment, an ancient monster caught sight of a figure flashing amidst the blue destruction flame and murmured: "Who’s that?"

At the sound, the others turned to look, curiosity piqued.

The blue extinction flame fluttered, revealing an empty area. In this void, a white-robed man stood, his back to them, beside the supposedly dead Ma Yu. The annihilation flame burned fervently but could not approach Ma Yu—as though repelled. Everything was bizarre. Truly bizarre!

Selta, the wielder of the extinction fire, naturally found the sight peculiar and swiftly turned to investigate.

To his astonishment, he couldn’t fathom any trace of power or oppression from the white-robed figure. If not for the fact that the man hovered amidst flames and extinction without harm, Selta might have mistaken him for an ordinary human.

If there were anything peculiar, it was undoubtedly this aura of otherworldly anomaly!

Selta immediately scoffed: "Someone’s come to rescue the ant? Who are you?"

Save Ma Yu?

The other ancient monsters perked up at the statement.

But excitement brewed alongside curiosity!

The one coming to save Ma Yu was unfamiliar, seeming unrecognizable among cultivators of their domain—perhaps another descendant of Yang Tian!

Though unsure if Ma Yu was alive, for them, the appearance of another disciple of Yang Tian was surely a boon.

Armed with these thoughts, their gazes turned fierce as they evaluated the white-robed figure.

Yet the white-robed figure neither acknowledged Selta’s words nor reacted to the piercing gazes of the others. He remained indifferent. Instead, his hand rested carefully on Ma Yu’s head, seemingly performing some sort of healing.

To Selta, this scene was infuriating!

Who was this man?