The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3162 - 3157: Sun and Moon Struggle_1

Just as Xuan Zhen prepared to unleash chaos, a staggering aura and a crushing weight suddenly plummeted from the sky like a colossal mountain peak.

Xuan Zhen was instantly elated upon sensing this overwhelming pressure. Could it be Yang Chen?

"No, that's not right. The pressure Yang Chen exerts doesn't feel like this," Xuan Zhen mused, his mind filled with confusion.

During their initial clash and their second encounter, the sheer force Yang Chen radiated had already instilled a deep, genuine terror within his soul.

Yet, this particular oppressive force failed to evoke that same level of dread.

As the pressure settled, a figure materialized. It was Mo Wanchou, who had been lying in wait for Xuan Zhen’s arrival.

Mo Wanchou spoke with a chilling tone: "Spirit God Royal Clan? Xuan Zhen? Hmph, I have been expecting you for quite some time."

With a dark expression, Xuan Zhen replied threateningly: "Why is it you, Mo Wanchou, the top ranker of the Great Luo Celestial Stele?"

Mo Wanchou let out a sneer: "You seem shocked. I came here with the sole purpose of taking your life."

Xuan Zhen burst into a mocking laugh. Did Mo Wanchou truly believe he was the source of his surprise? His only wonder was why this man had appeared instead of Yang Chen.

"I have no interest in wasting breath on you. You are no match for me. Move aside," Xuan Zhen commanded, his voice freezing cold.

Infuriated by such blatant disrespect, Mo Wanchou could barely contain his rage. He retorted icily: "Xuan Zhen, your arrogance knows no bounds. It seems I must strike today to teach you that there is always a higher heaven and mountains beyond mountains."

As the words left his lips, Mo Wanchou suddenly launched a palm strike.

This palm was infused directly with the power of laws, descending from the heavens like a massive mountain or a divine Buddha’s hand, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Xuan Zhen was certainly no weakling. Witnessing Mo Wanchou’s assault, he immediately expanded the innate domain of the Spirit God Royal Clan, meeting the attack with an absolute, domineering posture.

"Mo Wanchou and Xuan Zhen have engaged!"

"Our Young Master is truly formidable, fighting Xuan Zhen on equal footing."

In a heartbeat, a crowd of spectators was mesmerized. Many within the Grand Abyss Palace had been holding their breath in suspense. They were overjoyed to see a champion of their own side standing tall against Xuan Zhen.

Crucially, Mo Wanchou was proving his worth, managing to suppress Xuan Zhen for the moment. This sight bolstered the waning confidence of the humans within Shi Ye City.

While the cultivators of Shi Ye City felt relieved, the attendants following Mo Wanchou reacted differently. Exploiting the moment to either flatter their master or mock others, they spat out all manner of boastful words to get into Mo Wanchou's good graces.

"Hehe, our Young Master Mo is truly peerless. A single move makes it clear that while the Spirit God Royal Clan might be strong, they are nothing before our Young Master. See how he is being suppressed?"

"This is far superior to those who only know how to brag. Forcing Xuan Zhen to retreat in ten breaths? Who actually saw that person fight Xuan Zhen? It’s nothing but rumors. How can anyone take such stories seriously?"

The cultivators bickered back and forth, and many onlookers found it difficult to argue against them.

After all, who had actually witnessed Yang Chen in combat?

The masses had only heard rumors that Yang Chen had intimidated Xuan Zhen into fleeing. Even those who claimed to have seen it only saw Yang Chen repel him. No one had witnessed a true, life-or-death confrontation between Yang Chen and Xuan Zhen.

Without a direct, visible clash, proving anything was nearly impossible.

But now, Mo Wanchou was engaged in a head-on battle with Xuan Zhen—a tangible feat that everyone could see with their own eyes.

Naturally, these conversations reached the ears of Yang Chen and his companions.

Yang Chen, Han Bo, Lin Tianyi, and Ji Yue Shuang had reached the battlefield the moment the fight began. They remained concealed in the shadows, keeping their presence hidden.

Listening to the gossip surrounding Yang Chen, Ji Yue Shuang grew indignant: "These people are truly loathsome. They know nothing but how to spread rumors. If Mo Wanchou were truly that capable, why would Xuan Zhen not fear him in the slightest?"

While Ji Yue Shuang felt this way, Han Bo and Lin Tianyi were genuinely awestruck by the power Mo Wanchou displayed.

"This Mo Wanchou is truly a reincarnation of the Sky Extreme Realm. His power is terrifying. He has suppressed Xuan Zhen in such a short window. On Bi Shuangxing, he could likely rival or even slay powerhouses of the Sky Separation Realm," Han Bo remarked with a sigh.

Yang Chen’s true depth remained a mystery to them, but Mo Wanchou's skill was undeniable and right before their eyes.

"Mo Wanchou is indeed a frightening talent, worthy of his status as a Heavenly Extreme Realm Reincarnation..."

Yang Chen remained stoic, observing the duel between Mo Wanchou and Xuan Zhen without a flicker of emotion.

Mo Wanchou possessed talent, but at his current level, he lacked the means to actually defeat Xuan Zhen.

Even in his previous battle with Xuan Zhen, Yang Chen had to utilize necromancy. Without it, securing a victory would have been grueling, likely resulting in a stalemate at best.

Mo Wanchou was currently in a similar position to where Yang Chen had been; he appeared to have the upper hand, but he wasn't dealing any lasting damage. He had no definitive way to finish Xuan Zhen off.

Still, it was undeniable that Mo Wanchou held several hidden trump cards.

Just as Yang Chen suspected, although Mo Wanchou seemed to be winning, he was growing incredibly frustrated. No matter how he varied his angles of attack, he couldn't break Xuan Zhen's spirit or stance.

Xuan Zhen’s defensive capabilities were as immovable as a fortress.

Xuan Zhen was equally irritated. Mo Wanchou was not his true target. The man had some skill, and if Xuan Zhen were at his peak with his Asura army at his side, he might have enjoyed testing his strength against him.

But right now, Xuan Zhen had no patience for this game.

"Mo Wanchou, you are powerless against me. How much longer do you plan to dance around? I have no time for these games!" Xuan Zhen bellowed.

Unable to strike Xuan Zhen down immediately, Mo Wanchou replied with a frigid glare, "Xuan Zhen, do not get ahead of yourself. Watch closely as I claim your life this very day!"

As he finished speaking, Mo Wanchou began to chant ancient incantations.

Suddenly, a spectral shadow resembling him manifested behind his back. The shadow shared Mo Wanchou’s appearance and aura, clutching a string of Golden Pearls in its hand.

Seeing this, Yang Chen recalled when Ji Yue Shuang had channeled the power of Princess Wenqi. However, unlike her, the power Mo Wanchou was tapping into was a force that originated from himself, yet was not entirely part of his current self.

This reminded Yang Chen of the claims made by Mo Wanchou’s followers—that he had reconnected with the power of his past life.

Could this be the strength of his previous incarnation?

"Behold my Sun and Moon Struggle!"