"Hey! Brother Sunx, how can you say that! Besides, the man in front of us should be the forr Young Master Yang, now the Junk Yang!" Bao Liang scoffed coldly.
Unlike them, Jin Yizhen didn’t insult Yang Wei as directly, but her eyes carried a mocking glint as she said, "Yang Wei, why are you here today? Where’s that Major General from your family? Why hasn’t he shown up?"
"Hmph! Yang Tian has so matters to attend to..."
Yang Wei had just started to speak when Sunx Tianming directly interrupted, "Matters to attend to? I think he’s dead, isn’t he?"
"Watch your mouth!" Yang Wei roared in anger.
"Watch my mouth?"
Sunx Tianming sneered, "I have evidence. Yang Tian is definitely dead! Otherwise..."
Speaking as he closed in on Yang Wei, Sunx Tianming whispered, "Otherwise, do you think we’d dare mock you like this? Let’s be clear: your Yang Family has always depended on that guy. Now that he’s dead, your family is finished!"
"Bullshit!"
Yang Wei, though spoiled, was still a mber of the Yang Family.
Upon hearing Sunx Tianming, who used to follow him around like a sycophant, dare suggest the Yang Family was finished, Yang Wei was furious. He imdiately shouted back, "Sunx Tianming, let tell you sothing! Don’t think your rumors an anything—Yang Tian is coming back, and when he does, you all won’t be able to afford the consequences!"
With that, Yang Wei rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight.
Sunx Tianming and the others, seeing this, were montarily stunned by Yang Wei’s intimidation.
After all, their belief that Yang Tian had died abroad was rely speculation.
If Yang Tian were truly alive, then their actions today would be nothing less than courting death.
"Yang Tian coming back? Haha, let tell you—Yang Tian won’t be coming back!"
Just then, a sinister voice suddenly erged.
Yang Wei imdiately yelled in anger, "Who? Have the guts to step out and say it!"
Tap, tap!
The sound of footsteps echoed as Sunx Tianming and the others slowly parted to make way, letting a flamboyant man walk out with a cold sneer.
If Yang Tian were present, he would undoubtedly recognize this man—Fan Benshu, the eldest son of the Fan Family, who had soiled himself twice when terrified by Yang Tian in Japan.
Fan Benshu first glanced at Yang Wei with disdain, then sneered, "Here I am. What do you want to do about it?"
"You... you’re Fan Benshu?"
Yang Wei took a deep breath and said, "Why are you spreading rumors..."
"Spreading rumors?"
Fan Benshu laughed wildly, "That little bastard Yang Tian went into Jinggou Shrine—I saw it with my own eyes! The Eastern Capital is now a wasteland, and Jinggou Shrine was leveled. That little bastard is as dead as he can get!"
Yang Tian is really dead?
Hearing Fan Benshu’s confident words, Yang Wei was montarily stunned.
He knew full well that the Yang Family’s current standing relied entirely on Yang Tian!
Even his ability to intimidate Sunx Tianming and the others earlier had depended on Yang Tian.
If Yang Tian were truly dead, wouldn’t that an the end of the Yang Family?
Thinking of this, Yang Wei imdiately wanted to find his father, Yang Zhixiong, to inform him of the news.
But before he could turn around, Fan Benshu sneered, "What? Now that I’ve stepped forward, you’re trying to leave?"
Saying this, Fan Benshu motioned with his hand, and Sunx Tianming and the others quickly stepped forward, blocking Yang Wei’s path.
"You... what do you want?" Yang Wei, realizing he couldn’t leave, turned to Fan Benshu with visible trembling and asked.
"What do I want?"
Fan Benshu looked at Yang Wei’s face, which bore so resemblance to Yang Tian’s, and spat out venomously, "I want you to kneel before !"
"In your dreams!" Yang Wei imdiately refused.
"In my dreams? Haha, then let show you whether I’m dreaming or not! I couldn’t destroy that little bastard Yang Tian, but at least he died. Destroying you will be just as good..."
As he said this, Fan Benshu motioned for Sunx Tianming and the others to act.
But just then, a voice suddenly whispered in his ear, "Who are you going to destroy?"
"Who the hell dares to interrupt ... ... ?"
Fan Benshu was ready to curse but instantly turned tongue-tied!
Because he saw soone casually strolling over to stand beside Yang Wei.
The figure was dressed in black, with black hair, appearing no older than twenty, his expression indifferent. He was none other than Fan Benshu’s haunting nightmare.
"You... you... Yang... Yang... Yang Tian!!"
Yang Tian?
Why was he here?
Wasn’t he supposed to have died in Japan?
Seeing Yang Tian standing before him, Fan Benshu was dumbfounded, and his legs suddenly felt the urge to give way again.
It wasn’t surprising. After all, during his two encounters with Yang Tian in Japan, the horrifying thods Yang Tian displayed had proven unbearable for soone like Fan Benshu.
His boldness in bringing trouble to the Yang Family in Binjiang stemd entirely from hearing about Yang Tian entering Jinggou Shrine and knowing that the shrine had been destroyed in a bomb attack.
But now, Yang Tian stood before him, unhard. How could he not be terrified?
As for Sunx Tianming, Bao Liang, and the others behind him, they were all trembling, practically ready to drop to their knees before Yang Tian!
This was the Yang Family’s God of Killing, Yang Tian!
Although most of them had never had the privilege of eting Yang Tian, they were more than familiar with the stories of his exploits.
In Yingtian, he was the giant, Mr. Yang!
A Major General, Yinglong, from the *departnt!
More importantly, heavyweight figures like Ann Province’s Wu Family had been suppressed by Yang Tian at his command.
Southern Province’s Ma Family had been entirely exterminated by Yang Tian!
Even the fall of the Southern Province’s Du Family had whispered rumors implicating Yang Tian’s involvent.
He was simply a legend—a figure whose status and power surpassed even the elders of their own families!
Now this God of Killing had returned to Binjiang, and he’d caught them bullying Yang Wei. It was enough to make them wish they were already dead!
Of course, aside from Sunx Tianming and Bao Liang, who were utterly terrified, there were others who reacted differently to Yang Tian’s appearance.
Wang Yuting of the Wang Family had an unparalleled perspective.
Her entire life had been drastically altered by Yang Tian’s sudden rise, so seeing him again now filled her eyes with complex emotions.
As for Jin Yizhen, the eldest daughter of the Jin Family, her face was full of curiosity.
As the Jin Family’s prized gem, her high standards were understandable.
People like Sunx Tianming, Bao Liang, and Yang Wei held no value in her eyes whatsoever—only Li Tian of the Li Family was worth a glance.
But she hadn’t expected Yang Tian’s sudden appearance, which instantly overshadowed all of Binjiang’s younger generation, reducing them to insignificance. Even the older generation spoke of Yang Tian with an incomprehensible trepidation.
This left Jin Yizhen curious about the truth behind Yang Tian.
Yet, standing face-to-face with him now, she felt disappointed despite sensing the domineering aura that had cowed everyone present.
Her impression was affected not only by Yang Tian’s youth but also by his unremarkable appearance.
His features? While neat, they weren’t particularly handso, even falling short compared to Li Tian.
His deanor? Entirely unassuming—if she hadn’t known this was Yang Tian, she might have mistaken him for an ordinary student.
How could soone so seemingly ordinary achieve such heights?
With this thought, Jin Yizhen stepped forward gracefully, offering a charming smile as she gazed at Yang Tian and said, "It’s an honor to finally et the famous Mr. Yang. I am Jin Yizhen of the Jin Family."
Then, she slowly extended her delicate hand, seemingly awaiting Yang Tian to kiss it.
After all, with the recent influence of Western culture, hand-kissing had beco customary in China’s upper-class circles.
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