Chapter 253: A Slap That Sent Him Flying

Tianxin exuded a demonic aura, a suffocating pressure that made even the weaker onlookers tremble.

With each step he took, his robes rustled. Tianxin built up his momentum, trying to crush Yang Tian with sheer arrogance.

“I heard an invincible figure emerged from the Eastern Continent. He’ll be my stepping stone soon enough. Like you, his life is mine.” Tianxin’s black hair danced as murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

“You talk big! Our invincible figure from the Eastern Continent will crush you into a furnace!” some youths shouted. A few held genuine reverence for Yang Tian—a man with no backing who had come this far, defying many predictions.

“Such arrogance. He’s right beside you,” Shan Qu muttered inwardly.

“Crush the invincible figure of the Eastern Continent? Who do you think you are?” Qing Yuan sneered, contempt plain in his eyes.

Invisible killing intent spread. Tianxin, like a sharp sword, radiated a piercing edge as he strode toward Yang Tian.

Yang Tian looked up at Tianxin, a cold murderous glint in his eyes.

Tianxin’s momentum peaked. He struck, his body turning into a black beam of light that shot forward with incredible speed, the air around him howling.

A chilling black mist surged from Tianxin’s fist, cracking the void around it. Like a black sun, it hurtled toward Yang Tian’s forehead.

“Bang!” Yang Tian held nothing back. The full force of his physical strength erupted, crimson light flooding the air. He swung his palm—crystalline, radiant red—slapping toward Tianxin’s fist.

Many onlookers were stunned, shock in their eyes. The mysterious youth was actually meeting the fist with his palm—a suicidal move.

Some women closed their eyes, unwilling to witness the bloody scene.

Boom! Suddenly, under the clear sky, a thunderous crash erupted like a bolt from the blue, shaking the surrounding buildings.

His palm met Tianxin’s fist. The energy released surged like a tidal wave, like ten thousand horses galloping, producing a deafening roar.

The clash was terrifying. The ground’s rock shattered, as if a great river had been churned up, rolling back into the void.

When the dust cleared, everyone’s eyes locked on the scene ahead. Many were dumbfounded, frozen like statues.

Tianxin’s hand dripped blood; his tiger’s mouth was torn open. His face was dark and grim, nearly dripping with rage. He felt as if he had been struck by a savage beast; his bones still rang from the impact.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Yang Tian hadn’t moved an inch. He had sent Tianxin flying with a single slap—utterly dominant.

“Haha, damn it! See if you still act cocky now!” Qing Yuan laughed inwardly, his face twitching. Yang Tian’s physical body was terrifying—he had undergone three rebirths!

“He’s strong indeed. In pure hand-to-hand combat, I’m no match for him,” Dan Chen murmured, awe in his eyes, though his fighting spirit remained undimmed.

Even Dan Xueyi’s beautiful eyes showed surprise. Tianxin had been defeated by an unknown youth, slapped flying—so overwhelmingly!

The two elders of the Heavenly Dao Alliance looked grim, itching to charge down and strike the mysterious youth dead.

Yun’er’s eyelashes curved like crescent moons. She clenched her jade-like fists, cheering Yang Tian on.

Tianxin’s eyes burned with venom. His face twisted in humiliation. He charged forward, his body surging with rainbow-like blood energy. His black fist erupted with rolling black smoke, like a mountain, as if it could crush the sky.

The power within was several times more terrifying than before. He had activated some secret technique, a dreadful aura rising. This punch was immensely powerful, shaking the void.

Bang! Yang Tian remained dominant. He slapped again, his internal energy surging like waves. His jade-like palm carried incomparable force, making the void tremble—extremely terrifying.

The clash unleashed immense power. A violent energy storm swept in all directions.

The void around them cracked with a piercing clang. Rocks from the ground were lifted and hurled into the sky, a scene of flying stones piercing the clouds.

Yang Tian delivered dozens of slaps in succession. Overwhelming force struck, nearly collapsing the sky. The surroundings roared like a tsunami, heaven and earth seeming to invert.

The exchange lasted only an instant. As Yang Ba had predicted, Tianxin was sent flying into the sky, slapped dozens of yards away.

Bang! Like a dead dog, Tianxin crashed heavily to the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood. His face was swollen red, clearly from the slaps.

Many were petrified. The once-arrogant Tianxin had been slapped flying by Yang Tian’s big hands—utterly humiliating.

“Oh my god, that’s too powerful!”

“Look at Tianxin’s face, all red and swollen. How embarrassing.”

“This youth is so dominant. Which clan does he belong to? A single slap sent him flying—he’s a role model for us all.”

The crowd buzzed like a wave, washing over Tianxin’s ears. His face twisted hideously, rage reaching its peak.

“His physical body is indeed formidable. Perhaps Elder Gu would be interested,” the old patriarch, shrouded in golden mist inside the palace, murmured with a hint of surprise.

Nearby, several girls in leather attire, wild expressions on their faces, gazed at Yang Tian’s body with sparkling eyes. To wield such force…

Dan Chen’s eyes blazed with battle intent. A unique aura of defiance radiated from him, his pent-up fighting spirit spilling out. He wanted to fight Yang Tian!

The two elders of the Heavenly Dao Alliance looked grim, their wrinkled faces twisted with malice. The teacups in their hands had developed cracks.

“Stealing the spotlight like this—I wonder how you’ll clean up later.” The woman in white, her face solemn, watched the two elders who seemed ready to act, as if she had guessed they would interfere.

“How boring. You’re too weak. Go home and practice for a few more years.” Looking at the youth lying like a dead dog, Yang Tian shrugged and flexed his slightly numb hand.

Though he had dominated the exchange, it was mainly due to his physical strength. He was surprised that after entering the Rebirth stage, his body had become so terrifying.

“Could Tianxin be dead?” some youths below discussed. After being slapped flying, Tianxin still hadn’t gotten up.

“He’s probably playing dead. I bet he’s too ashamed to face anyone,” a big man shouted.

After waiting a while, seeing the youth still lying on the ground, Yang Tian sneered and strode toward the white jade cauldron.

Hum! At that moment, Tianxin’s body suddenly leaped up. He soared through the air, his body erupting with terrifying energy waves, blazing and dreadful.

Above his head was a mountain—dark and eerie, with black trees and even a waterfall visible, extremely bizarre.

The mountain shifted through the void, terrifyingly real, like an actual mountain descending, crushing down toward Yang Tian’s head—a scene of earth-shattering upheaval.