Here is the English translation of the Chinese text:
With a sigh, Bitian respectfully lowered his head and gave Yang Tian a slight bow.
At this mont, Bitian sincerely expressed his submission to Yang Tian, without the slightest hint of resentnt in his heart!
Looking at the deity he revered, Yang Tian remained composed.
He, who practiced dark arts, traveled the path of the Ghost Father. If this path proved successful, it heralded the existence of the Holy Father and ascension to sainthood.
Thus, this kind of respect was only natural for Yang Tian today!
In that instant, amidst the awed gazes of everyone, he stepped forward one step at a ti, facing Zhou Fuyang, and coldly spoke: "It appears you are not Zhou Fuhai!"
"Re... Returning to Mr. Yang, I... I am Zhou Fuhai’s younger brother, Zhou Fuyang..."
Zhou Fuyang, beneath the formidable aura of Yang Tian, quivered in fear, his liver and gall practically shattered. He was but a shadow of his forr self—no longer possessing even an ounce of the authority of the once-proud Master Zhou. Like an old beggar lost on a desolate roadside, his deanor was filled with unspeakable terror.
Seeing this, Yang Tian showed no compassion, simply continuing his interrogation: "How many were killed near Qian Yuan Island, and how many Zhou Family mbers were involved?"
Qian Yuan Island? Surrounding Yang Tian to kill him?
Upon hearing these words, though they didn’t know where Qian Yuan Island was, the word "kill" was clear as day. Suddenly, everyone understood why Yang Tian had annihilated the Zhou household.
This was the God of Killing, Yang Tian!
The Zhou Family had dared to provoke this living legend—was it not a death wish?
And they clearly understood that the Zhou Family had summoned them here for malicious purposes, intending to drag them down into the abyss as well!
As a result, everyone cast a glance at Zhou Fuyang, but the hatred in his eyes was unmistakable.
As for Zhou Fuyang, after hearing Yang Tian’s words, his very instinct was to resist.
But at that mont, when he t Yang Tian’s gaze directly, his psychological defenses crumbled instantly.
"Speak!"
Exiting the Zhou residence, Yang Tian did not leave imdiately but instead stood quietly, curling his lips slightly.
At that mont, Bitian slowly walked out of the gate, staring awkwardly at Yang Tian, unsure what to say.
He didn’t even know why he had pursued him.
However, Yang Tian spoke with a smile: "It’s been a long ti since I last saw you."
Looking at Yang Tian’s smile, Bitian, though still hesitant, finally opened his mouth to respond: "Yes, it’s been a long ti. The last ti I saw you was at the Purple Mist Building..."
After speaking, Bitian took a deep breath and gave Yang Tian a respectful bow with his fists: "Mr. Yang, I don’t know how I might have offended you previously, but I hope you can forgive ."
"Is that so?"
Upon hearing Bitian’s words, Yang Tian couldn’t help but feel a bit distracted.
Despite his cultivation preserving his youthful appearance, keeping him looking no older than eighteen, in truth, five years had passed since the day he answered Bitian’s summons!
And over these years, Yang Tian had been scaling the peaks of cultivation, standing atop a mythical pedestal that made ordinary days feel like re fleeting monts. He had co so far!
In the Spirit Eater’s mory, there was a saying:
"Once you enter the wrong door, you’ll beco a stranger to the world."
This ant that once one embarked on the path of cultivation, their ties with worldly people and affairs would gradually sever.
This was why people often said that the immortal’s fanfare was detached, and the path was rciless!
It wasn’t about not wanting — the level of existence was simply different!
Thinking this, Yang Tian smiled again and said: "I don’t recall anything from back then. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."
Having said that, Yang Tian turned and left.
Bitian, upon seeing this, seed like he wanted to say sothing. But in the end, his mouth opened, yet no words escaped.
Just as Yang Tian had said — the difference in realms now ant there was no common ground for conversation, and the grievances had long since dissipated.
Thus, Bitian finally bowed slightly and watched as Yang Tian departed.
...
"What? Second brother, he..."
Inside Shen Family Hospital.
After hearing the report from their people, Shen Guoguo had been anticipating Zhou Fuhai’s departure. Suddenly, his face went pale as he collapsed in his chair.
And beside him, Zhou Qi was equally ashen-faced.
Though they had conducted investigations and learned of Yang Tian’s moniker as the God of Killing, deep down they never truly believed Yang Tian would act so ruthlessly.
But unexpectedly, not only had Yang Tian killed, but he did so brazenly, in front of the masters of Yanjing’s wealthy and influential families, slaying Zhou Fuyang without hesitation or discretion!
Before long, Zhou Fuhai, trembling in rage and drenched in blood, roared: "Yang Tian, you little beast, my Zhou Family will never coexist with you under the sa sky!"
"Father... what do we do next? Though Zhou Li has gone missing, we... we are still here. Yang might already be on his way to us!"
Compared to Zhou Fuhai, Zhou Qi was clearly more flustered. He was not only pale but shaking all over.
Seeing Zhou Qi in such a panic, Zhou Fuhai grew even colder and bellowed: "Useless! What are you panicking for?"
"I... I... I..."
Zhou Qi, reprimanded by his father, beca even more at a loss.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, Zhou Fuhai suddenly widened his eyes, furrowed his brows, and snorted coldly: "That little beast is coming. So what? So what? Do you understand what this place is? This is the Shen Family, the realm of the Chinese War God! What dare Yang Tian do? Does he truly think he can annihilate the Shen Family outright? If he dares, then there will truly be no place for him in this world."
"Yet... yet Shen Guo hasn’t cleared customs. What if it cos to innocent bloodshed and Yang is killed?" Zhou Qi still asked anxiously.
Upon hearing Zhou Qi’s words, Zhou Fuhai contemplated for a long while. Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed Zhou Qi’s collar.
"Seek... are you seeking out Xiao Li?"
Zhou Qi, evidently afraid of Shen Li, cringed at the ntion, staring doubtfully at his father as he asked: "Father, what are you thinking of finding Xiao Li for?"
"What? You don’t understand?"
Seeing his son’s incompetence, Zhou Fuhai couldn’t help but feel despair.
He prided himself on being clever his entire life, yet both of his sons turned out to be useless!
But the looming threat to the Zhou Family left no room for anger; he imdiately ordered coldly: "Do you know who Shen Li is? Shen Guo’s sister! Since Shen Guo hasn’t arrived, if that little beast nad Yang cos, you can take Shen Li and go to stop him! And what do you think of Shen Li’s personality?"
"What will happen? No, no! Xiao Li’s temper will surely provoke Yang Tian. If Yang Tian’s wrath is ignited, isn’t Xiao Li in danger?" Zhou Qi shook his head decisively.
"Master Wenhua, slow down!"
"Master Wenhua, watch your step!"
"Young master, you..."
"Get lost! Don’t bother !"
At the gates of Hu Yi Villa in the Yanjing suburbs.
A young man, about twenty years old, was walking toward the foot of Hu Yi Mountain, shouting at those around him.
But from his smug expression, it was obvious he didn’t hate the attention—in fact, he seed utterly pleased with himself.
As he climbed halfway up the mountain, after surveying the surroundings, the young man frowned impatiently, grumbling: "Who dares co make trouble for Chenyang? Why don’t I see anyone here? Is my brother-in-law playing tricks on ? Now tell , what’s going on?"
"Master, this... this must be the work of Master Wenhua’s divine power scaring them off!"
"Exactly! Master Wenhua is the most prominent young master of Yanjing. Who wouldn’t flee in terror upon seeing him?"
"Not only flee—they might even die from fright!"
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