Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 478 The Only Opponent

But at that moment, Blood Lord Paul took a deep breath, looked at those True Gods who dared not fight before him, and shouted, "Do you think you can escape today? Who is he? He is the one who kills. In today’s situation, only his death ensures our survival; otherwise, everyone dies!"

Everyone was shaken.

Indeed!

Yang Tian is a God-killer, his flaws will undoubtedly be addressed!

If not for past events, now both David and Ren Yuan would be sealed here, with Paul possessing Ji Yanran.

Would Yang Tian’s temperament forgive them?

The Snake Worshippers, first among them replied with sharp eyes and solemn voices: "Prince Paul speaks well, but the only way now is to fight hard. Otherwise, not only are we doomed, but we might even harm Chenn Yuanba or the Three Immortals without necessarily harming Yang Tian!"

As people heard these words, their fear was suppressed one by one.

Just as the Snake Worshippers and Tiger Worshippers had said, Chenn Yuanba’s injuries brought them great confidence. No single person could ever match Yang Tian, and no one, alive or dead, alone could stop him!

But if we all work hard together, there may be a glimmer of hope!

Paul and Selda exchanged glances and let out a relieved sigh; finally, everyone showed fighting spirit.

Both of them knew that others might have a chance to be spared by Yang Tian, but because the two of them assaulted the Yang Family and kidnapped Ji Yanran, they would never be forgiven by Yang Tian!

Thus, today, only by uniting everyone could hope exist!

At that moment, Paul and Selda quickly stepped forward and shouted to two other most powerful Spirit Snakes, "Rise!"

Upon hearing this, they nodded slightly and stepped forward in unison.

Paul’s hands gleamed with bloodied claws, while Selda’s body emitted thick ghost energy. The Snake Master clutched a bamboo flute, controlling the supernatural creatures, beasts, and snakes at his feet. Mr. Ye and the venerable one shone with golden arms.

Almost simultaneously, the four men unleashed their own killing techniques.

Facing the slaughter strategies of the four Heavenly Gods, Yang Tian’s expression showed neither sorrow nor joy; he stepped forward, disappearing in plain sight.

"Be careful—yes, venerable one!"

Seeing this scene, Paul suddenly shouted.

Mr. Ye and the venerable one, startled, instinctively punched backward without pausing to think.

Bang!

With the eruption of that strike, a golden energy surged behind Tiger Worshipper, and he grunted, "If you want to flee, face my golden fist first!"

And with that hit, the venerable one took another blow.

At that moment, a pair of cold, indifferent eyes appeared before him, staring straight at him, a finger pressing toward him.

Tap!

Just a single finger—Mr. Ye’s impossibly strong and seemingly impervious arm felt searing pain as Yang Tian’s finger utterly shattered its defense.

It must be said that the venerable one’s power resided in his arms, and his arm defenses always stood as his greatest pride!

Even the strongest attackers couldn’t break them!

Did Yang Tian truly smash through them like this?

This made Mr. Ye and the venerable one’s expressions twist in madness, instantly retreating without hesitation.

Even as he retreated, Yang Tian’s fingers stretched forth again, pushing Mr. Ye and the venerable one into a trap within moments!

"This... this technique! What is it exactly? Why does it possess such unbelievable strength while emitting no discernible energy!"

Watching the ever-nearing finger, Tiger Worshipper finally couldn’t help but shout: "Are you waiting for me to die?"

With that anguished shout, he snapped the other three into focus, and together they bombarded Yang Tian, aiming to force him away from pursuing Mr. Ye and the venerable one by surrounding him.

After all, there were few True Gods left, and one had already perished. If Ye Shiwen and this venerable one also died, the fight against Yang Tian would face catastrophic setbacks.

Facing the attacks of the other three, Yang Tian responded calmly.

Original Force?

Chenn Yuanba, heavily wounded on the ground, heard Paul’s remark and immediately displayed a look of suspicion.

Because he too saw that Yang Tian just now wielded Original Force with incredible mastery!

Why would Chenn Yuanba know about it? Because during the Hundred Year War, Chenn Yuanba had once used Original Force atop Hualong Mountain to unleash an extraordinary torrent against Yang Tian!

But Chenn Yuanba had only grasped the barest surface of Original Force; otherwise, he couldn’t have failed to help Yang Tian.

Thus Chenn Yuanba was deeply aware of what Original Force represented.

It is the true force of heaven and earth, running through the Heavenly Dao!

Chenn Yuanba’s ability to manipulate it stemmed from his early grasp of the relationship between Qi Xianjianfeng, allowing him to glimpse the original edge. How did Yang Tian manage it?

What’s more, his mastery was so fluid that it exceeded what Chenn Yuanba himself had achieved over a hundred years to delve into the very essence of Original Force.

Elsewhere, Ren Yuan and David frowned deeply.

It wasn’t just the power; it was Yang Tian’s demeanor.

Everyone knew that Yang Tian’s title as God-Killer derived from his fierce protection of family and friends. It could be said that touching the Yang Family was equivalent to touching Yang Tian’s divine wrath.

Past events clearly proved this!

Yet this time, when told that Ji Yanran was captured, Yang Tian simply uttered a few words. Although his actions remained decisive, they lacked the poignant human emotions from before!

Most crucially, as Yang Tian’s disciple, Ren Yuan couldn’t sense even a trace of ghost energy from Yang Tian. If not for his familiar face, Ren Yuan might have doubted whether the man clad in white was truly Yang Tian!

At that moment, Ma Yu, who had emerged alongside Yang Tian from the fissure, caught sight of the doubts in Ren Yuan, David, and Chenn Yuanba’s eyes. He promptly opened his mouth and said, "He is the master, yet not the master!"

"Master or not, what do you mean, Ma Yu?" Ren Zhengfei asked.

Ma Yu gently shook his head and replied, "This is what Master himself said—I don’t know. I only know that he is certainly our Master, but not the one we knew from every day."

Upon hearing Ma Yu’s remark, Ren Yuanyuan grew even more puzzled, while Chenn Yuanba furrowed his brow slightly.

Only David seemed to recall something and shouted, "White robes, white hair... Isn’t it... Isn’t it him?"

"David, do you mean Loki?"

When Chenn Yuanba heard this, he quickly asked.

David thought back and said: "That’s right; it’s indeed the Master, but not the Master himself. It’s the Master’s avatar left behind in the snow peaks of East Siberia Kolden!"

"An avatar? You mean a separation? My heavens!"

Ma Yu and Ren Yuan were stunned, but Chenn Yuanba’s eyes filled with shock!

As a War God of China from a hundred years ago, mastering the ways of the Sword Battlefield, he knew a thing or two about ancient legends of Truth and Beauty.

To Chenn Yuanba, those myths were mere stories at best—divine techniques reserved for Immortals!

And avatars, as described in legends, were connected to them, rumored to be a skill derived from the Taoist ancients’ Heavenly Dao, the Three Pure Ones, and the Avatar Arts!