Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 497 - 197: Surprise

Chapter 497: Chapter 197: Surprise

It is evident that, although Lin Shu is a renowned genius in cultivation and self-refinement, his strength is far inferior to Ouyang Xu.

Now that even Ouyang Xu has been captured by Yang Tian, what chance does he have?

Thus, we can see that Yang Tian, with the mere wave of his majestic sleeve, unleashed a gust of spiritual force, sending Lin Shu stiffly flying to the summit of Mount Everest, attracting astonished gasps from everyone once more!

And if the cultivators of the mortal world are astonished by Yang Tian’s immense power, then those in the immortal realm are practically exhilarated, even yearning to lift their heads to the heavens and whistle for an eternity!

Before Yang Tian arrived, how did Ouyang Xu and Jiang Feng treat them?

They regarded their existence as insignificant as mustard seeds, wantonly slaughtering them, reducing their lives to nothing more than a cruel game of competition between the two!

This was not only contempt but outright desecration!

Yet now, one of the two killers, Ouyang Xu, has been effortlessly seized by Yang Tian like a helpless chicken.

How could they not cheer? How could they not leap with joy?

How could they not gaze up at the heavens and whistle, proclaiming to these so-called Immortals who see them as ants?

But for Yang Tian, he cared not for any of this. His hand descended directly onto Ouyang Xu’s head, his expression filled with fearsome anger, as he roared, "Absorb!"

Ah!

In an instant, Ouyang Xu’s eyes rolled white as his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Hmm? He’s undergoing self-reflection!"

Witnessing Yang Tian’s action, the beautiful woman standing beside Lin Shu furrowed her brows.

She was Qin Shuang, a core disciple of Hehuan Sect’s elite branch.

Though Hehuan Sect teaches dual practices, it also excels in bewitching the minds.

Naturally, this was the first time anyone had seen such a spectacle.

As Qin Bing’s words reached her ears, Lin Shu’s face immediately turned pale, while Wu Zhi of Lingyun Sect, standing beside her, furrowed his brows and muttered, "What is he doing? Does he want to discover my secrets?"

"I don’t know! But clearly, whatever he’s doing—it’s suicidal for sure!"

Qin Shuang scoffed coldly, her gaze fixed on Su Yi, Ghost King, and Zhao Xiuyuan above.

As one of the three most powerful core disciples, Qin Shuang knew full well that she could never allow Yang Tian to freely probe Ouyang Xu’s soul to unearth the secrets of the mortal and immortal realms!

Indeed!

This was precisely the intent of the trio as they simultaneously drew inspiration from Ghost King, Mr. Wang’s disciple!

Clad in a black robe that seemed to stir without wind, he stepped forward, his movements as swift as lightning and deafening thunder, directly charging toward Yang Tian atop the jagged peaks of Mount Everest.

"Hey, boy, be careful!"

Seeing Ghost King advance, Chenn Yuanba immediately shouted to warn him.

But before his words could even finish, Yang Tian released Ouyang Xu’s mind, stepped forward, shattered the void, and disappeared into thin air.

Witnessing this, Ghost King’s eyes, hidden beneath the black robe, flashed with a trace of confusion.

Yet in the very next moment, Yang Tian reappeared mid-air in front of Jiang Feng.

"You’ve desecrated countless core principles of China, harmed Long Lin, assaulted the Shen Family, and wounded their elders?"

Emerging from the spatial tear, Yang Tian glanced at Jiang Feng and asked flatly, devoid of emotion.

Jiang Feng, whose focus had been fixed on Ouyang Xu, never anticipated Yang Tian to materialize directly in front of him mere seconds later. His face paled instantly, even his hand gripping the blade tightened nervously as he prepared himself.

"He...how could...how dare he do that!"

Watching Yang Tian emerge from the light and then witnessing Jiang Feng already slain, his body split, Qin Shuang, Wu Ting, and even Xiu Zhen’s Lin Shu were utterly stunned.

If Ouyang Xu being captured by Yang Tian earlier made his predicament akin to a wolf being cornered, then now—untouched by any interference—he was truly dead!

Unlike Jiang Feng, who met his end completely differently; this was genuine death!

Jiang Feng became the first to die in the Cultivation World under the hands of someone who he most disregarded and scorned.

This shocking event was enough to leave those present in the Truth Domain frozen on the spot.

Never in their wildest imaginations did they think one of their own would perish right here on Earth, despite descending from higher realms.

As for Ghost King—though his face remained shrouded under the black robe—it was evident that toxic murderous intent radiated from him, his rage uncontainable!

Compared to the stunned reactions of Qin Shuang and the others, Ghost King felt only fury and humiliation!

Jiang Feng’s death meant nothing to him!

But the crux of the problem lay in how Jiang Feng died!

Right before his very eyes, under his protection, Jiang Feng was forcibly slain by Yang Tian!

This was undoubtedly a direct challenge and an utter insult to him as the disciple of the Ghost King.

"I want you dead!"

Ghost King roared in maddened rage in that instant, unleashing an aura saturated with homicidal resolve, making it blatantly clear that Yang Tian’s death was his sole objective.

But Yang Tian looked at him as if he were nothing, slowly raising his head to stare at Qin Shuang and Wu Yin, who stood in the sky at the moment. "Were you just attacking Benbing?"

"I..."

Gazing into Yang Tian’s indifferent eyes, Qin Shuang and Wu Xin suddenly felt a chill pierce through their hearts, emanating from the soles of their feet and freezing their entire bodies!

Who were they, precisely?

Core disciples of Hehuan Sect and Lingyun Sect, the two most powerful factions among the Four Great Sects! Even in the cultivation realms, they were celebrated as celestial prodigies, dominating with arrogance!

Yet now, confronted by someone they had utterly despised, they were trembling, filled with fear—crippling fear!

But while terror consumed them, Yang Tian showed no pity. With an abrupt movement, he unleashed his fury, snarling, "Slay the devil! Condemn the soul!"

Whoosh!

At that very instant, as Yang Tian’s fist swung forward, countless black swords coalesced from his punch, shooting toward Qin Shuang and Wu Bing with incomparable speed.

"Oh no! Run!"

Wu Yin, seeing the devastating black swords closing in, spun on his heel and fled amid gales of wind.

Yet while he fled swiftly, the black swords were even swifter.

In mere moments, the black swords pierced through the roaring winds, dispersing the chaotic currents.

As the tempest cleared, Wu Yan’s figure was exposed.

At that moment, Wu Bing—the core disciple of Lingyun Sect, famed as "Shadow Wind" for his mysterious and traceless methods—found himself surrounded by despair.

In his Dantian region, there was a massive void. The Yuan Ying that should have been seated within it was nowhere to be found!

Evidently, under Yang Tian’s condemnation, the spirit of "Shadow Wind" played by Wu Huan had already been obliterated by the black sword!

Thud!

With a resounding crash, dust flew as Wu Qi’s body fell lifelessly to the ground, becoming the second person in the Cultivation World to perish in the mortal realm!

"Wu... Wu Ting, he’s dead too?"

Qin Shuang, who had been fleeing, froze in horror upon witnessing this, while even Ghost King’s black-robed face twisted in anguish.

Yet Yang Tian still did not relent, stepping forward, breaking through the void, and reappearing before Qin Bing.

Faced with Yang Tian’s sudden arrival, Qin Shuang knew escape was futile. Resolutely, he took a deep breath, half-unfolded his robe, revealing a faint ruddy blush encircling his face, and tenderly stroked his shen body before uttering in a soft voice, "Watch closely, my Lords, the house of your servant!"

Ha!

The cultivators watching the battle unfold in the mortal world felt their throats dry out upon witnessing Qin Shuang’s actions. Worse, a streak of indescribable flame burned within them, rising incessantly!