Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 477: Keep Distance

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Keep Distance

A hundred years ago, Satan granted the first ten rewards.

A horse injured him, angering him. Now, there’s this guy whom he doesn’t even know where he’s from, yet ignores his words.

"Seeking death!"

With a thunderous roar, Selta directly charged at Yang Tian.

As for the other ancient monsters, when they saw Selta initiate the attack, they stood there, smirking coldly and reminding him, "Selta, this time, don’t kill anyone!"

After hearing this, Selta merely snorted coldly but then lowered his head, aiming directly at the Dantian of the man in white.

If you don’t kill him, you can erase him completely.

With this thought, Selta strode behind the man in white, intending to smash his Dantian into oblivion.

But just then, Ma Yu, who had been unconscious and lying on the ground, opened his eyes under the treatment of a man in white.

As soon as he opened them, his expression immediately became one of astonishment and ecstasy, shouting, "Master!"

Master?

Yang Tian?

When Selta heard this, his entire body trembled.

The other ancient monsters also slightly changed their expressions and stared intently toward him.

The man in white stood tall, slowly turning around.

However, the face of the young man, about 18 years old, was ice-cold, his eyes filled with indifference. Apart from his snow-white hair and a white robe distinctly different from the past, this was a god among mortals—an invincible Death God!

"Yang... Yang Tian?"

As the blood returned to the white man’s face, the ancient monsters were all stupefied, and Selta froze entirely.

Apart from the cries of those losing their voices to grief, at this very moment, time and space seemed to stall. It was as if they were still trapped in the ordinary course of events!

Who could have imagined that Yang Tian, who was thought to have died under space-based weapons, would appear before them in such perfect form?

At this moment, even the weaker ancient monsters felt their hearts skip a beat!

This wasn’t cowardice—Yang Tian’s name as the God of Killing was simply too monumental!

"David! Ren Yuan!"

Above Qian Yuan Island, Chenn Yuanba—surrounded by Paul and the overwhelming divine power of a god—was fighting desperately against David and their followers. Seeing Cang Yahweh and the imposing seal powers of Selda, his face suddenly turned pale.

This time, he accompanied Ma Yu to meet three beings, hoping to use his status and honor as one of the Three Immortals to calm these True Gods and rescue Ji Yanran, who had been abducted by Paul and Selda.

But now, not only did they fail to find their people, but even he himself was surrounded. David and Ren Yuan had been captured and handed back. Wasn’t this equivalent to overturning the entire army?

"What? Chenn Shangxian’s state seems off today. Are you still worrying about others?"

Paul sneered as he noticed the moment Chenn Yuanba lost his composure. He immediately stepped forward with Blood Claw, tearing a piece of flesh from Chenn Yuanba, and mockingly laughed.

In truth, since the siege began, whether it was Paul’s presence, the Blood Prince, Kakun the Monster King, serpent worshippers, or Yadi, all had noticed something unusual about Chenn Yuanba’s condition. He was far from the formidable power he had as one of the Three Immortals when facing Yang Tian at Hualong Mountain.

For this reason, they were able to surround Chenn Yuanba so smoothly, gradually weakening his strength.

Moreover, under Paul’s blows, Chenn Yuanba was heavily injured, his face turning pale. It was apparent he was no longer a threat.

Oh!

After several rounds of attacks, a venomous serpent suddenly struck, biting into Chenn Yuanba’s shoulder, while the Ogre King Kakun and the fallen Immortal Yadi mercilessly struck a massive blow to Chenn Yuanba’s chest.

Chenn Yuanba immediately spat out blood, collapsing heavily to the ground, trapped in a dire predicament.

"Master Chenn!"

David and Ren Yuan, both imprisoned, cried out in panic as they witnessed Chenn Yuanba’s terrible state.

But Paul lowered his head and sneered at Chenn Yuanba, saying, "Immortals falling so far, what a pity."

"Chenn Yuanba, even if you surrender, things won’t get better for you! You should know that with these ants’ strength, escape is impossible. Today, Yang Tian is destined to be destroyed by me. Why insist? I recall you had some grievances with Yang Tian, didn’t you?"

The other True Gods chuckled and cast mocking glances at Chenn Yuanba.

After all, to force an immortal to such a state, naturally, their moods soared.

Chenn Yuanba slowly stood up from the ground, placing his hands on his knees, and coldly replied, "This old man is not here for Yang Tian, but for China. If you uncover Yang Xiaozi’s secret, China will never see a peaceful day! Thus, this old man cannot allow your success!"

"Is the ’you’ here today worth anything?"

Selda listened and laughed, saying, "Chenn Yuanba, your heart is dead. Yahoo and I have already captured these two ants; soon, the Immortal Devil will catch the other one. By then, we will wrap all of you in one net."

Selda then turned his eyes toward the direction Ma Yu had fled, grinning, "The immortal fairy runs so slowly yet took ages to catch a mere immortal ant. I truly wonder how he made it into Satan’s top-ten reward list..."

Nonsense!

Before Selda could finish his words, a space fracture suddenly opened up before him. An immortal devil-like Selta flew out.

Without waiting for Selda to speak, Selta’s lifeless body appeared before him, carving a dreadful arc in the air before landing lifelessly at his feet.

No breath remained, only a pair of wide eyes frozen in abject horror!

Selta was here, but he was not alive!

With this sight, the expressions of all True Gods instantly turned pale, and the Blood King Paul stared in terror at the dimensional fracture.

Under everyone’s gaze, a single foot lightly stepped out, followed by a white robe, white hair, and an icy face slowly revealed. There was no mistaking it—this was Yang Tian, clad in white, appearing as he did when rescuing Ma Yu before at the Pacific!

"Yang..."

Paul looked at the familiar yet terrifying face and stuttered, unable to speak.

The once-proud Ogre King Kakun, serpent worshippers, Yadi, the Tibetans, and Selda all changed their expressions, their entire bodies drenched in cold sweat.

As for David and Ren Yuan, they cried out with excitement:

"Master!"

"Master!"

It was him!

Yang Tian, the mythic figure of the mortal world, the invincible God of Killing, once again stood before them!

Ren Yuan immediately exclaimed, "Master, Master, Master—Father and Mother were kidnapped by Paul! You can’t let them leave!"

Upon hearing these words, those still dazed broke into a cold sweat.

Everyone knew: Yang Tian’s grudges would be repaid tenfold. That was the source of his reputation as the God of Killing.

For a time, even the ancient monsters among True Gods maintained their distance from Paul and Selda.

Death... dead?

Kakun, the Ogre King, who a hundred years ago was a renowned God-level figure and among Satan’s top-five reward list?

This? Just this?

They stared at the blood mist Kakun had turned into, as serpent worshippers grew stupefied, Tibetans stared blankly, Selda froze in disbelief, and even God Aditya trembled in his legs and abdomen, nearly kneeling.

Because, from Yang Tian’s strike on Kakun, there was no ferocious battle, no intricate tactics—it was as if Kakun were a flying insect, a faltering ant, obliterated by Yang Tian without effort.

Who had ever seen such power?

No one!