Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 452: The Wealthy Young Master

What is going on?

What is going on?

Aren’t these people those high-and-mighty heirs from Yanjing’s wealthy families?

Why did you suddenly kneel?

And kneel in front of Yang Tian?!

Seeing this scene before him, while no one else spoke, Bitian suddenly felt like he was going insane!

It felt oddly familiar!

Wasn’t it during that banquet at Purple Mist Mansion when everyone thought Yang Tian was just a poor kid, and then he climbed the social ladder so high that even the thirteen top bosses of Jiangsu bowed to him?

Though now the thirteen city bosses have changed in the face of Yanjing’s wealthy elites, standing before everyone now is still Yang Tian!

That calm yet terrifying gaze of his—almost as if all of this was as natural as breathing for Lord Tian!

Meanwhile, Bitian, standing beside Luo Wei, was staring wide-eyed at the scene, utterly disbelieving.

But just as he was about to speak, his father, Luo Xinrong, suddenly grabbed him tightly, shaking his head with an uncharacteristically stern expression.

Luo Xinrong’s gaze wasn’t just harsh; beads of sweat were even forming on his forehead, a strand of white hair already visible!

"Stand up! This ritual is quite unique, but I don’t like it!"

Finally, under the shocked gaze of everyone present, Yang Tian slowly spoke.

The moment those words left his mouth, the kneeling Fang Zheng and the others shuddered uncontrollably at the corners of their lips.

Don’t like it?

But last time in the King’s Clubroom, didn’t he let everyone kneel one by one and yet didn’t have the heart to stop them?

Of course, none of them dared to say this out loud.

Thus, those from the wealthy families who had knelt immediately got up with smiling faces at Yang Tian’s words.

Then Hou Zhixue, the young master of the Hou Family, was the first to speak, stammering: "Yang... Mr. Yang, it’s...it’s such an honor to meet you again..."

"Honor?" Yang Tian smiled faintly.

Seeing Yang Tian’s smile, Hou Zhixue shuddered violently and quickly corrected himself: "No, no—it’s not an honor—it’s not just an honor... Uh... I..."

In no time, everyone saw Hou Zhixue fumbling his words into utter incoherence due to Yang Tian’s remarks.

Luckily, Hou quickly shifted the topic, saying: "Mr. Yang, we... we didn’t know you’d be here at the Zhou Family, unrelated to us!"

"Yes, yes! Had we known you’d be at the Zhou Family, we never would have come!"

"Exactly! Mr. Yang, please don’t misunderstand!"

Following Hou Zhixue’s lead, the other wealthy figures who once trampled others underfoot now hurried to put on humble smiles and clarify themselves.

After all, the man standing before them wasn’t just anyone; he was a legend, the living myth of their era.

Yang Tian obviously made this stance to target the Zhou Family, and they naturally wanted to distance themselves as quickly as possible, hoping they had never set foot in this place to begin with!

But while they scrambled to do so, others unfamiliar with the dynamics of these wealthy families only grew more perplexed.

Especially Tang Yu, who, hearing the crowd sever their ties with Zhou Daqing just because of Yang Tian, grew so furious he could barely hold himself together!

Yang Tian? What is this?

Are these rich families truly afraid of him?

Could he have some monumental background?

But the Zhou Family stands behind the War God Chenn Family. What background could surpass the Chenn Family?

At this thought, Tang Zhongyu sneered coldly: "Have all of you gone mad? Each one of you bowing and scraping before this little brat—have you forgotten your loyalty to the Zhou Family?"

Lost your mind?

Hearing Tang Yumin’s words, the heads of the Wu Family, among other wealthy attendees, turned to glare at him as though staring at a dead man.

He dared say Yang Tian had "lost his mind"?

That was fatal!

If Yang Tian is crazy, then you, Tang, haven’t even been born yet!

But Fang Yi, who had a fair bit of standing and decent ties to the Tang Family, immediately intervened, saying: "Tang Family young master, mind your words. You are addressing Mr. Yang here."

"Mr. Yang? Him? This little brat?"

Unfazed, Tang Zhongyu sneered coldly and said, "You may betray the Zhou Family, but I won’t sell out the Tang Family!"

"Whatever madness has seized you, it won’t affect me. This kid dares intrude upon the Zhou Family today and injure so many under our watch? He must die today!"

Saying this, Tang Zhongyu intentionally exchanged a glance with Zhou Fuyang, implying that he alone remained loyal to the Zhou Family!

Then he reached for his phone, prepared to summon reinforcements using Tang Family’s connections.

But as he moved, Wei Wei, who stood next to Zhou Fuyang, trembling all over under the palpable pressure of Yang Tian’s icy gaze, finally couldn’t hold it together and collapsed to the ground on one knee.

Zhou Fuyang, the younger brother of Zhou Fuhai, was already in his seventies by now.

"Living... Living myth of our era? What... what kind of nonsense is this?"

Watching all these wealthy and powerful figures bow to Yang Tian in awe, Bitian and Luo Wei—the younger generation—were struck dumb.

The man standing before them was a leader among the wealthy families of Yanjing.

Any one of them, leaving Yanjing, would be the epitome of envy!

But now they were humbling themselves so much before someone their own age, leaving Bitian and Luo Wei feeling as if they had just swallowed a lightbulb in shock!

"Why are you standing there like statues? Don’t you dare delay your greetings to Mr. Yang!"

Noticing his son’s dazed expression, Luo Xinrong snapped sternly.

Startled, Luo Wei quickly lowered his head but still whispered curiously, "Dad... What is this... What exactly is going on?"

"What’s going on? You still don’t get it? Don’t you see it’s Mr. Yang?! The myth of our era, invincible under the heavens, a single man who is an enemy to nations—Mr. Yang!"

Terrified his frivolous son might unintentionally offend Yang Tian, Luo Xinrong immediately lowered his voice and explained Yang Tian’s exploits.

When he brought up Yang Tian singlehandedly storming the small island, blowing up Jinggou Shrine, and wiping out the masters stationed there, Luo Wei almost jumped out of his skin.

Such legendary tales seemed utterly impossible to him!

But seeing his father’s grim and serious expression, he knew it was all true!

"So it’s true... A living myth!"

Looking at the proud and composed Yang Tian before him, Luo Wei couldn’t help but bow his head under the immense pressure.

On the other side, Bitian stood there frozen, as though petrified.

"I’ll surpass Yang Tian one day, treating him the way he treated me!"

"What Yang Tian can do, I can do. What Yang Tian can’t do, I can still do!"

"At the Bi Family gates, Yang Tian is but a general. At the Zhou Family doors, Yang Tian is nothing more than a bug beneath a general’s heel!"

"Yang Tian barging into the Zhou Residence like this—what else could it be but suicidal?"

This thought flashed across Bitian’s mind when Yang Tian first stepped into the Zhou Residence, flooding him with shame and humiliation as his face turned beet red.

Because at this moment, his words had become nothing more than the punchline of a bitter joke!

Bitian thought he had long rid himself of the fear Yang Tian had once instilled within him years ago.

But now, he realized that everything unfolding now was precisely the same as what had played out back at Purple Mist Mansion, when the sky seemed to fall, and Yang Tian soared!

He was still the insignificant figure unworthy of Yang Tian’s attention, while Yang Tian was just as towering as ever, forcing him to retreat far away!

"A living myth of the modern era...?"

Fixing his gaze on Yang Tian, Bitian sighed deeply, as if venting all the resentment held within his heart.

When someone stands so far beyond your reach, all the resentment, fear, or comparisons within you dissipate like the morning mist.

Because such a person exists on an entirely different plane than your own.

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