Rebirth of the Peak Young Master Chapter 283: Had Enough Fun?

He knew that what these family heads said wasn’t wrong—this was indeed a world where the rich ruled supre.

But who exactly was this man standing before them?

This was none other than the strongest man in China: Mr. Yang!

To speak of wealth reigning supre in front of him?

Utterly laughable!

Of course, no one could know what Sunx Yuanzheng was thinking.

Especially not Zhao Junyuan, who stood arrogantly amidst everyone at this mont!

Even though he hadn’t comprehended Yang Tian’s earlier thod of blowing away Cao Yu with a single shout, in his view, it didn’t an he, himself, was inferior to Yang Tian.

After all, Magic Users and Martial Artists were fundantally different types of beings!

Thus, he once again clasped his hands arrogantly toward the crowd and said, "Ladies and gentlen, as well as Miss Su, rest assured. Since I’ve co to attend the Su family’s banquet, I naturally won’t allow anyone to act recklessly here!"

Hearing Zhao Junyuan’s self-assured words, Sunx Yuanzheng frowned slightly and asked, "You are..."

"I am a disciple of Lu Yuanming from North Island!" Zhao Junyuan declared with renewed arrogance.

Lu Yuanming?

Upon hearing the na, Sunx Yuanzheng couldn’t help but feel slightly startled.

After all, Lu Yuanming was a renowned leader among Magic Users and even held the title of True Spirit Dharma King!

As it turned out, Zhao Junyuan was Lu Yuanming’s disciple—no wonder he exuded such confidence!

The others quickly began exclaiming in astonishnt.

Unlike the reclusive Martial Artists who hid in plain sight on the mainland, Lu Yuanming often held public lectures and open forums.

Especially for the prominent family heads present, nearly all of them were familiar with Lu Yuanming’s illustrious na!

"To think he’s a disciple of Master Lu! No wonder he has such an impressive deanor!"

"I’ve heard that Master Lu is akin to an Earthly Immortal. Wouldn’t his disciples also be at the level of Immortals? Truly admirable!"

"Haha, with a disciple of Master Lu here, how could so re Martial Artist dare to act out? Just as I expected, no waves will be stirred!"

Previously, the crowd had so reservations due to the aura Yang Tian displayed.

But upon learning that Zhao Junyuan was Lu Yuanming’s disciple, their concerns evaporated entirely!

Compared to the seemingly naive and ignorant Yang Tian, who looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, Lu Yuanming was undoubtedly the true Immortal in the eyes of these prominent families.

If Zhao Junyuan, as the disciple of such an Immortal, were to deal with soone like Yang Tian, would it not be a simple matter?

Even Su Mi’s eyes flickered with brilliance. She smiled sweetly and addressed Zhao Junyuan with a hint of admiration, "To think Mr. Zhao is actually Master Lu’s disciple. I must apologize for my earlier neglect!"

"No need for formalities!"

Facing Su Mi, Zhao Junyuan waved his hand arrogantly before turning to Yang Tian and speaking coldly, "Boy, now that you know who I am, I will give you two choices. First, kneel and apologize to Brother Cao Yu, Miss Su, and everyone here; I may spare your life. Otherwise, you will not leave the Su family alive today!"

As he spoke, Zhao Junyuan deliberately unleashed the aura of a Magic User, spiritual energy swirling around his hands, aiming to intimidate Yang Tian into submission.

But Yang Tian showed no reaction whatsoever. He didn’t even glance at Zhao Junyuan, as though he were an insignificant presence. Instead, he continued walking towards Su Mi, completely unperturbed.

Zhao Junyuan couldn’t stand such disregard and instantly roared, "Since you’re bent on courting death, don’t bla for being rciless!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhao Junyuan began weaving spells with his hands, a series of spell seals flying between his fingers. In the next mont, a formation of Wind Blades took shape, encircling Yang Tian completely.

"Thousand Blade Dance!"

Zhao Junyuan sneered coldly and said, "This is an advanced magic spell taught to by my master. It creates a formation of a thousand Wind Blades, each sharper than a Divine Weapon!"

"Anyone trapped within the Thousand Blade Dance cannot move an inch. Those who attempt to step forward will instantly be dismbered by a thousand Wind Blades. In other words, your life is entirely in my hands!"

After finishing, Zhao Junyuan walked over to Su Mi with a smile and said, "Miss Su, this intruder is now restrained by . Whatever you wish to do with him, just give the order."

"Many thanks, Mr. Zhao!"

Seeing this, Su Mi gave Zhao Junyuan a slight nod, then looked mockingly at Yang Tian, who was trapped within the Thousand Blade Dance.

"Yang Tian, oh Yang Tian! Who told you to be so blind to the situation, daring to co to the Su family? Now, there’s no need for my Su family to act. Just Mr. Zhao alone has already subdued you. You don’t even deserve to stand before anymore!"

As Su Mi thought this, she was ready to instruct Zhao Junyuan to deal with Yang Tian.

But at that mont, Yang Tian moved!

Seeing this, Zhao Junyuan imdiately sneered, "Seeking death! Everyone, avert your eyes; you wouldn’t want to witness the bloody scene that’s about to unfold!"

However, the more Zhao Junyuan spoke, the more the guests widened their eyes in anticipation.

After all, for people of their status, watching underground fights and bloody spectacles was commonplace. Such scenes didn’t frighten them—they excited them.

Just then, Yang Tian took a single step forward.

To everyone’s disappointnt, the bloody scene Zhao Junyuan had predicted didn’t happen!

The mont Yang Tian moved, all the Wind Blades began to stir. Yet, it seed as though an invisible armor surrounded him. The Wind Blades disintegrated upon contact with his body, vanishing instantly.

"Outer projection of Inner Strength? This... how is this possible?"

Seeing this, Zhao Junyuan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Although he wasn’t a Martial Artist, he knew that the ability to project Inner Strength outward was a skill exclusive to an Innate Martial King!

Could it be that this seemingly unremarkable young man, who appeared no older than seventeen or eighteen, was actually an Innate Martial King?

He considered that his master, Lu Yuanming, was rely equivalent in rank to an Innate Martial King as a True Spirit Dharma King. Could this boy be at the sa level as his master?

This notion had only just crossed his mind before Zhao Junyuan dismissed it entirely!

He had cultivated diligently for years, becoming a Magic User comparable to the Hua Realm, hailed as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy in the cultivation world!

How could an obscure boy surpass his abilities?

With this thought, Zhao Junyuan imdiately let out a cold snort, his hands shifting through spell seals once more. The Wind Blades that had dissipated reappeared, but this ti, they began to change color, turning white and emitting chilling mist.

"This... this is condensing air into ice? What a technique!" Sunx Yuanzheng exclaid in astonishnt upon seeing the transformation.

It was common knowledge that Magic Users specialized in a single elent. Few could utilize two elents, let alone rge them. Zhao Junyuan’s ability to convert Wind Blades of the Wind Elent into Ice Blades of the Water Elent was a clear demonstration of his exceptional strength!

Even Yang Tian was sowhat surprised by Zhao Junyuan’s magical transformation. However, the surprise was short-lived.

In Yang Tian’s eyes, as soone at the Golden Core Middle Stage, such techniques were nothing more than child’s play—not even worthy of being viewed as a threat.

Yang Tian’s gaze shifted slightly, and black Demon Flas suddenly erupted around him. Under the oppressive heat of the flas, the razor-sharp Ice Blades instantly vaporized, leaving no trace behind.

In the next instant, Yang Tian’s footwork shifted, covering distance in an instant. He appeared right in front of Zhao Junyuan, grabbing him by the throat as one would a helpless chicken. With a calm expression, Yang Tian asked, "Are you done playing?"

Done playing?

Hearing Yang Tian’s words and seeing Zhao Junyuan, now reduced to a pitiful state, hanging in Yang Tian’s grasp like a chicken, everyone’s jaws hit the floor, wide enough to fit a lightbulb.

Wasn’t Zhao Junyuan supposed to be a disciple of Lu Yuanming, soone revered as an Earthly Immortal?

Wasn’t Zhao Junyuan supposed to be at the level of an Immortal?