Rebirth, cultivation, revenge.

Chapter 4: Nie Tian's Arrogance

"Nie Tian, you... you dare to hit me?" Ba Ziyang covered his swollen and red cheek, looking at Nie Tian in disbelief.

"So what if I hit you? You should be thankful that my strength hasn't recovered. If it had, you'd already be a corpse by now." A glimmer of coldness flashed across Nie Tian's face.

The Ruoye Feihong Steps were really worth learning. They enabled Nie Tian to slap Ba Ziyang easily.

However, his strength was too weak. Otherwise, with one slap, Ba Ziyang's face wouldn't just be swollen; there'd be a bloody hole instead.

At this moment, Nie Wenyuan, Nie Santong, and Ba Wuren were all petrified, looking at Nie Tian blankly.

How did Nie Tian manage to do that?

This was the doubt in everyone's mind.

Even Nie Wenyuan, whose strength had reached the third level of the Vientiane Realm, hadn't been able to see Nie Tian's steps clearly.

"Nie Tian, your talent has really returned! There's hope for our Nie Clan to rise again!" Nie Wenyuan was shocked in his heart but excited on his face.

If Nie Tian's evading of Nie Santong's fatal blow just now was merely a coincidence, then his slapping Ba Ziyang now was undeniable proof of his strength.

Nie Tian was killed by the Chen Hun Great Emperor and Lu Ziyan in his previous life.

In this life, he would never be anyone's subject again, let alone someone's lapdog.

Ba Ziyang's words had successfully enraged him, so he got slapped as a reward.

"Nie Tian, you're asking for death!" Ba Ziyang flew into a rage and roared furiously, "Do you think you're still the genius you were three years ago? If you still had the strength you had three years ago, I might have been a bit wary of you. But now, you're just a waste, an ant. I can stomp on you however I like!"

"You want to stomp on me?" Nie Tian couldn't help but chuckle, and there was a glimmer of pity in his eyes as he looked at Ba Ziyang.

He really pitied Ba Ziyang because, in his eyes, the latter was an i***t.

Stomp on the number one God of War in the Celestial Realm?

Even the Chen Hun Great Emperor, who ruled the Chen Hun Divine Region, wouldn't dare to say such a thing.

Back in the day, Kuang Wu Heavenly Emperor Long Aotian, known as the number one madman in the Celestial Realm, once said something bad about Nie Tian being stingy. As a result, he was chased by Nie Tian's Ancient God Guards for nine days and nine nights.

In the end, Long Aotian knelt outside the God of War Palace for half a month before Nie Tian reluctantly let him off.

Later, Long Aotian accidentally became Nie Tian's sworn brother, but that's another story.

Now, the young master of a local clan in the Three Thousand Small Worlds was actually vowing to stomp on Nie Tian.

If these words got out, the Celestial Temple would probably collapse from laughter.

"Nie Tian, I could beat you into a serious injury yesterday, and I can do the same today! As long as you dare to step out of the Nie Clan's gate, I'll beat you into a dog!" Ba Ziyang wasn't completely stupid. Noticing the disdain in Nie Tian's eyes, he immediately gritted his teeth.

If it weren't for being in the Nie Clan's hall at the moment, Ba Ziyang would surely have torn Nie Tian to pieces.

"Beat me into a dog?" Nie Tian sneered. The next moment, his figure moved.

As he moved, Nie Tian put his two fingers together and jabbed out suddenly. Two streams of energy that could break through the air flew out through the air.

"Boom! Boom!" With two dull sounds, Ba Ziyang suddenly knelt down.

Nie Tian retracted the Ruoye Feihong Steps and sat back in the clan leader's seat, looking extremely**.

He didn't even bother to look at Ba Ziyang and said coldly, "Kid, this is a lesson for you. Be more careful with your words next time. It could cost you your life."

As Nie Tian spoke, he shook his head slightly, let out a bitter laugh, and sighed in his heart, "This body is really too weak. I couldn't even bring out half the power of the domineering Donghuang Finger. It's really embarrassing."

The technique he had just used was the most domineering finger technique in the world, the Donghuang Finger.

Back in his prime, even Heavenly Emperor-level powerhouses could hardly withstand one of his fingers.

Unexpectedly, now, when using the Donghuang Finger, he couldn't even kill a mere Yuan Meridian ninth-level martial artist.

Ba Ziyang's current strength was at the Yuan Meridian ninth level, the same as Nie Tian's three years ago. At the age of twenty, achieving this level of strength was really mediocre.

In his previous life, Nie Tian had already become a Heavenly Emperor-level powerhouse at the age of twenty!

There are nine levels of cultivation for martial artists: Yuan Meridian Realm, Yuanling Realm, Vientiane Realm, Giant Spirit Realm, True Yuan Realm, Divine Wheel Realm, Tianyan Realm, Heavenly Man Realm, and Heavenly Emperor Realm.

Each level is further divided into nine minor levels from the first to the ninth.

Is there a level above the Heavenly Emperor Realm?

Yes!

Above the Heavenly Emperor Realm is the legendary God Realm!

However, very few people have ever reached it, so the world doesn't know about it.

In his previous life, the highest level Nie Tian had reached was the ninth level of the Heavenly Emperor Realm, almost touching the threshold of the God Realm.

At the most crucial moment, he was betrayed and died with everlasting regret.

But now that he had been reborn, he would definitely strive to reach the legendary God Realm in this life!

Ba Ziyang was on his knees, his expression blank at this moment. He never expected that he would be kneeling in front of Nie Tian now!

"Young Master, are you okay?" Ba Wuren, who had been stunned for a long time, finally came to his senses and hurried to help Ba Ziyang up.

Ba Ziyang sprang to his feet, staring at Nie Tian with a resentful, furious, and venomous gaze. If looks could kill, Nie Tian would have been torn to shreds by now.

"Nie Tian, I, Ba Ziyang, swear that I will repay today's humiliation a hundred or a thousand times over!" Suddenly, a venomous and angry voice rolled out from Ba Ziyang's throat.

He was the eldest young master of the Ba Clan and was usually respected and feared by others.

When had he ever been slapped in public and forced to kneel in public like this?

He couldn't swallow this insult!

If he hadn't still had a shred of sanity, Ba Ziyang would have rushed forward and torn Nie Tian apart alive.

But at the moment, they were in the Nie Mansion. As long as Ba Ziyang dared to make a move, the several elders of the Nie Clan, plus the young martial artists outside the hall, would each give him a slap, ensuring that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.

Ba Wuren didn't know what to do either.

He never expected that what was supposed to be a great opportunity to humiliate the Nie Clan would turn out like this.

The Ba Clan had been too careless. How could they have imagined that the Nie Clan, which was on the verge of collapse, would dare to fight back so toughly?

"Hmph!" Nie Tian curled his lips and said with a faint smile, "The eldest young master of the Ba Clan has quite a temper, vowing to repay a hundred or a thousand times over. Such threats might work on little kids, but trying to intimidate me? You're way too naive."

Reborn in this life, Nie Tian understood the principle of the strong being respected better than anyone else.

If he wasn't tough at this moment, then it would be the people of the Nie Clan who would be kneeling and begging tomorrow.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp. The law of the jungle, where the weak are prey to the strong, is an unchanging rule.

This is the way of survival in this world.

Simple! Direct! Savage! Rough!

Ba Ziyang gritted his teeth, and his venomous voice rang out again: "Nie Tian, at the Mo Yang City Martial Arts Tournament half a month from now, I'll kill all the martial artists from the Nie Clan who step onto the stage!"

When he uttered the last word "kill", Ba Ziyang was already roaring.

After saying that, he turned around angrily, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Before leaving, Ba Wuren glanced at Nie Tian and sneered, "Nie Tian, you've offended our eldest young master. Your Nie Clan had better be prepared to bear the Ba Clan's overwhelming wrath."

After Ba Wuren finished speaking, he left with Ba Zixing.

Nie Tian sat upright in the clan leader's seat, looking at the backs of Ba Ziyang and the others as they left in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he murmured, "I'm starting to look forward to the Mo Yang City Martial Arts Tournament half a month from now."