Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 496: Burial

Chapter 496: Chapter 496: Burial

Jiang Feng burst into laughter upon witnessing the scene, his treasured saber immediately slicing through the air. The transformation of Sea Fire would not involve many practitioners.

A man and a woman standing nearby presented contrasting demeanors. The man’s gaze grew colder, as if he contemplated joining them.

Meanwhile, the woman wore a charming smile and shouted provocatively to Jiang Feng and Ouyang Xu, "Brother Jiang, Brother Ouyang, you’re amazing! This slave has no idea who to cheer for!"

In that instant, Jiang Feng’s laughter paired cruelly with Ouyang Xu’s icy demeanor, as merciless as the screams of Earth Cultivators dying at their hands. Mount Everest resembled a living hell.

Many practitioners, fleeing with their whole hearts, glanced back at this tragic spectacle. Suddenly, a figure flickered in their minds, prompting cries of agony:

"Yang... Mr. Yang, where is our legend now?

"Mr. Yang, please come save us as soon as possible!"

"Mr. Yang, if you do not return soon, all practitioners of Earth will be... buried alive!"

These cries naturally reached Lin Shu and others atop the mountain. A beautiful woman standing nearby laughed as she asked Lin Shu, "Sister Lin Shu, what are they saying? Who is this Mr. Yang? Is he the indigenous people’s god they worship in faith?"

"What they need is the mightiest figure of the underworld," Lin Shu replied, nervously glancing toward Ouyang Xu. "He is said to be a resolute man in his twenties capable of elevating children to their pinnacle."

"Absurd! A man in his twenties can reach the peak of greatness? I doubt even Brother Su, Ghost Brother, and Brother Zhao could accomplish such feats in their twenties! The imagination of these indigenous Lower Realm people is laughable!"

Before the beauty could respond, the man beside her interjected.

"Who is it?"

Emerging suddenly, a fractured space revealed an arm which directly pierced into the Flame Saber, extinguishing the fire beast in an instant.

Jiang Feng furrowed his brows involuntarily, while Ouyang Xu halted his strikes and stared apprehensively.

As Lin Shu and the other pair watched curiously, they noticed no sign of the Earth Cultivators who once clung to despair and desperation. Instead, their eyes glimmered with hope, and everyone voiced the same thought:

"Is it... could it be him? Has he arrived?"

"Black? It must be him! It has to be him!"

Click!

As the fervent prayers surged within their hearts, the spatial rift widened further. A foot stepped out, followed by the silhouette of a familiar black-clad figure. When black hair and a cold face finally came into view, the Earth practitioners erupted in excitement amidst their despair.

"It’s him! It’s him! The Killer God has returned, Mr. Yang is here to save us!"

In that moment, not only the warriors of China but also the Western practitioners who once feared Yang Tian as a terrifying devil treated the black-haired man emerging from the void as their savior and kin.

The legendary Killer God!

The invincible figure who once dominated the world—Yang Tian!

Indeed, Yang Tian had finally arrived!

Ouyang Xu and Jiang Feng heard the crowd’s ecstatic cheers and furrowed their brows skeptically. "Could it truly be Mr. Yang?"

Lin Shu, a prodigy of the Chenjian Sect, clenched her brows and muttered to herself. "This is breaking through emptiness itself." If what these Lower Realm natives claim is true, could such a person possibly suppress those at Nascent Soul Peak?"

On one of Mount Everest’s slopes, the exhausted Chenn Yuanba gazed at Yang Tian before him, taking a deep breath and then laughing. "Young man, you’re finally here. If you had delayed longer, I’m afraid Earth would have been entirely buried!"

"The predecessors have labored hard!"

Upon hearing Chenn Yuanba’s words, Yang Tian stepped out from the spatial rift and smiled faintly. The elder seemed afflicted by old injuries. "The younger generation shall first heal your wounds!"

With that, Yang Tian extended his empty hands, his palms shimmering with a sudden radiance, which he projected directly onto Chenn Yuanba.

Instantly, Chenn Yuanba—previously at the brink of exhaustion—felt a warm flow coursing through his body, restoring his depleted Inner Strength and healing the anti-devouring injuries caused by opening the spatial tear.

Experiencing such miracle-like rejuvenation, Chenn Yuanba immediately stood up, astonished as he stared at Yang Tian. "Young man, you are..."

"Just a few minor tricks!"

Yang Tian smiled again, then turned to Chenn Yuanba and curiously asked Chenn Bangguo, "What’s the current situation here?"

"Mr. Yang, take a look. The people of the Immortal Realm treat me and other cultivators like ants, slaughtering at will! Among them, the Green Robed Blade God and the ferocious Sword Madman have committed the most atrocities. And now, most others lean toward similar ways—they are all butchers!"

When Chenn Bangguo saw Yang Tian inquire, he wasn’t surprised. He immediately spoke angrily, his expression filled with rage and his eyes bloodshot.

As a respected leader within China, Chenn Bangguo devoted himself to maintaining the nation’s peace.

Now, not only were numerous cultivators being massacred within China, even its warriors faced rampant slaughter.

This rendered Chenn Bangguo enraged and filled him with deep guilt!

"Green Robed Blade God? Burning Sword Madman?"

Though Yang Tian hadn’t heard their names before, he did not need introductions to identify Ouyang Xu and Jiang Feng immediately.

After all, at this moment, Ouyang Xu and Jiang Feng hovered mid-air, utterly drained, blood dripping from their shoulders. It was clear that the two-man combination of sword and saber were indeed the infamous Swordman and Sword Madman.

When Yang Tian gazed in Jiang Feng’s direction, the latter instinctively readied his blade with a mocking smirk.

To his shock, Yang Tian’s gaze didn’t pause on him at all but instead swept over and landed directly on Ouyang Xu. "Are you Ouyang Xu?"

"Indeed!"

Clearly, Ouyang Xu hadn’t expected Yang Tian to single him out first. But he quickly sneered in response, "So, you are Mr. Yang, the person these ants desperately plead for. Though your ability to tear through emptiness surprised me, it’s merely secondary. If you were to perish, then lending my next divine soul sword to you would not trouble me in the least!"

It was evident that Ouyang Xu’s narrow-minded nature revealed itself, especially considering Yang Tian’s sudden arrival through empty space. Yet, amidst the confrontation, he maintained arrogance.

"What... How is this happening?"

Watching Yang Tian simply grip lightly—without exerting significant force or wielding anything with the terrifying power of Ouyang Xu’s Dragon Sword—it was astonishing how the Dragon Sword snapped instantly under Yang Tian’s grasp as easily as catching a chick.

In that moment, whether Jiang Feng or any observer on Mount Everest, the men and women of Xiu Zhen widened their eyes with excitement and disbelief!

It was known that while Ouyang Xu was narrow-minded, in the end, he was a core disciple of the Shenjian Gate at the pinnacle of Nascent Soul cultivation, already halfway to achieving Divine Separation.

Not to mention that Ouyang Xu—who had long refined his cultivation—stood among the highly respected masters of the Divine Sword Sect, with mastery over techniques like the Dragon Sword.

No one thought such an outcome was even remotely possible.

Even from their vantage, they hadn’t blinked. As they observed Su Yi, Ghost Brother, Zhao Xiuyuan, and Yang Tian, they couldn’t help but frown slightly, their eyes carrying a hint of wonder as they looked at Yang Tian.

Similarly emerging from Shenjian Gate, Lin Shu charged ahead with her blade pointed, crying furiously, "Don’t harm my brother!"