Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 488 Legendary Realm

Chapter 488: Chapter 488 Legendary Realm

Luo Wenchang saw the situation and furrowed his brows slightly. "Why are you still dazing off? Are you not leaving yet?"

"S-sect master... leave... no way!"

A disciple of Xuanling Sect spoke in agony, "Because... because Brother Mu and Sister Jia, they... they were defeated by just one move from the opponent."

...

"Hahaha! Such waste, truly a waste!"

At the gate of Xuanling Sect, a man in a blue long robe, armed with a sword, gazed down arrogantly. At this moment, Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang lay on the ground, blood spilling from their mouths like thick pillars of liquid.

Behind him stood a woman in a green blouse, her brows furrowed slightly.

They were core disciples of Xi’an Saint sect from Arctic Snow Mountain: Xiu Zhen, Shenjian Gate’s Ouyang Xu, and Lin Shu.

Evidently, they had descended from the snow-capped peaks and traveled southward to Xuanling Sect to engage in this clash.

Ouyang Xu, fearing he might not reach Xuanling Sect directly, had already passed numerous major sects beforehand.

Because Fang Xuanling and Zong Qinghou, with Lin Shu at his side, hadn’t even drawn their waist swords, it was clear that from beginning to end, only Ouyang Xu acted—and no one could resist his moves. Even Mu Yong and Jia Qing at this moment lay defeated on the ground!

Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang were Luo Wenchang’s direct disciples, born strong. Now, after so much cultivation, they had finally broken through, both reaching the Legendary Realm.

Yet, despite their combined strength, Ouyang Xu not only dominated them but reduced them to the ground with one strike, unable to continue the fight.

Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang, so young yet so powerful—how could people not be shocked?

"W-who exactly are you?"

Mu Yong looked at Ouyang Xu in panic, his eyes filled with anxiety.

This was Yang Tian’s second visit to Zong Xuanling.

While uneasy, Mu Yong’s heart remained steady, and he uttered coldly, "Your power is indeed impressive. But we are not some deceitful Xuanling Sect! My master is even stronger than God himself. I advise you to stop immediately and surrender to him. Otherwise, when my master appears, he will not spare you lightly."

"Master? God-level? Hahaha!"

Upon hearing Mu Yong’s words, Ouyang Xu burst into laughter.

"Yang Tian!"

"The legend of our time!"

"An invincible figure in this world!"

Luo Wenchang looked at the proud Ouyang Xu before him, uncertain how Yang Tian could even compare. More importantly, in the world of cultivation, he had never heard of Ouyang Xu’s name before.

Yet now, Ouyang Xu had come knocking on their door and used his sword to kill his disciple Mu Yong.

So even though Luo Wenchang knew he was no match for the opponent, he scoffed coldly, "Who are you? Why did you kill my Tang Xuanling?"

"You don’t deserve to know who I am!"

Ouyang Xu sneered arrogantly, glancing at Luo Wenchang. "Are you the so-called God-level warrior? Then let’s see."

With that, Ouyang Xu’s wrist trembled, and his treasured sword transformed into a dragon, roaring as it lunged straight at Luo Wenchang from above.

Luo Wenchang was visibly shocked at this sight.

Not surprisingly, he understood the devastating power of the blade as it descended before him.

Without hesitation, Luo Wenchang let out a loud roar and unleashed his most profound skills.

"Nine Ghost Hands!"

Luo Wenchang’s hands suddenly extended forward, countless Gray Ghosts wrapping around them, turning his arms into fiery red phosphorus. As a general of great expertise, he truly lived up to the title of "Ghost Hand!"

Other Xuanling Sect disciples watched with anticipation.

They knew the Nine Ghost Hands were Mu Yong’s ultimate skill, but with Luo Wenchang as his master, the power unleashed was unprecedented.

In their minds, such strength was bound to secure victory against Ouyang Xu!

Yet reality is often brutal and unforgiving!

As the Azure Dragon collided with Luo Wenchang’s Ghost Hands, it instantly shattered them, breaking through with devastating force, destroying all paths for the ghosts to retreat.

As for Luo Wenchang, he screamed and collapsed to the ground.

When the Xuanling Sect disciples examined the scene closely again, they were drenched in sweat, their legs trembling uncontrollably as they fell to their knees.

Because before their eyes, Luo Wenchang—the one elevated to divine-level—was severely defeated. His arm was broken, and the spilling blood seemed fatal.

Ouyang Xu stood arrogantly, slowly closing his eyes.

With just one slash, Luo Wenchang, and the so-called Divine Power, were left discarded by Ouyang Xu.

However, compared to the trembling Xuanling disciples, Luo Wenchang, though pale, seemed less shocked.

After all, before this encounter, he already knew he was no match for Ouyang Xu. He simply stared at Ouyang Xu, his face grim.

Ouyang Xu spared him only an indifferent glance before sneering, "So this is a God-level warrior? Is this all?"

"Heavenly Thunder Pass, Chuixue Tower, Nine Stars Village, Xuanling Sect..." Every camp along my southern journey boasted impressive names, but in the end, waste remains waste! So far, not one has been worthy to face my second sword!"

"Heavenly Thunder Scenic Spot? Chuixue Tower? Nine Stars Village?"

Hearing Ouyang Xu’s words, Luo Wenchang’s expression darkened further.

Those names were ones he had heard of—and they were close to his disciples!

Had Ouyang Xu gone there?

As for the outcome, Luo Wenchang didn’t need to imagine. His broken arm and the deaths of Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang told everything!

Grinding his teeth, Ouyang Xu hissed, "Who are you really?"

"I said, ants like you aren’t worthy to know!" Ouyang Xu chuckled, preparing to leave.

Luo Wenchang looked at his arrogant demeanor, summoning all his strength to shout, "You are so powerful, yet the world is vast. Do you truly believe no one can deal with you?"

"Oh? You think someone can defeat me?"

Ouyang Xu turned back upon hearing this, letting out a scornful laugh.

"I don’t know about others, but there is one person who could kill you like an ant!" Luo Wenchang gritted his teeth.

Hearing this, Ouyang Xu didn’t become angry but smiled instead, replying, "Haha, kill me like an ant? I haven’t heard such amusing nonsense in ages. Who is this person?"

"The legend of the world!" The one who slayed Gods—Mr. Yang!"

Almost word by word, Luo Wenchang muttered fiercely, "In this world, Mr. Yang is an invincible existence! Starting at the young age of eighteen, in just a few short years, he conquered everything great in the world—even the Three Sages were no match for him!"

"Three Sages?"

Rao Shiou exclaimed in surprise, "Are there truly Three Sages in this world?"

Lin Shu quickly explained to his companions, "Brother, unlike what is said about us Three Sages, the Three Sages in this region aren’t mere practitioners who rob Nascent Soul cultivators—they represent the pinnacle of Nascent Soul Peak cultivation."

"Nascent Soul Peak?"

Ouyang Xu nodded slightly in response but quickly sneered dismissively, "In our three sects, four gates, and a single valley, even core disciples like you and me wouldn’t consider these peaks worthy."

"What? Tang Xuanling was destroyed? How could that be? Who did this?"

"Who else could it be? You’re clearly clueless! In this past month alone, over thirty sects have been attacked, with more than ninety percent of them annihilated."

"Thirty or more? My God! Who was behind this?"

"I don’t know, but it’s said the attacker is not only very young but also exceptionally powerful! Some even believe the attacker’s power has reached the pinnacle of the Three Sages!"

"Saint... Xi’an Saint! This... how could this be possible?"

Such conversations occurred endlessly across the world of cultivators within the span of one month!