The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3278 - 3273: Fu Xuanbing’s Fury_1

Yang Chen had mastered this strategy as well.

Although aware that Fan Tian possessed numerous untapped techniques, Yang Chen felt no desire to permit their deployment. He stunned his foe with a swift spacetime suppression, brief as it was, yet sufficient to claim Fan Tian's life.

Regarding that ultimate technique?

If it proved unusable, it hardly qualified as an ultimate one.

With Fan Tian slain, Yang Chen waved his hand casually, revealing beneath the mangled remains a crimson item resembling a bull's horn.

This turned out to be the horn Fan Tian carried.

Uncertain of its function, Yang Chen decided it wise to store it away for now.

Fan Tian's demise left the remaining Flame Spirit Race individuals in utter dismay and chaos.

"Not good, Sir Fan Tian is dead!"

"Sir Fan Tian is dead, let’s run away!"

Fan Tian's fall split the Flame Spirit Race fighters apart. While some recognized the dire turn and sought flight, others pressed on with the battle.

This chaos highlighted the weakness of a leaderless band.

The burly, bearded Fu Xuanbing had dominated with ease against a pair of Flame Spirit foes earlier. Fan Tian's death only intensified the human forces' onslaught, overwhelming the Flame Spirit Race further.

In moments, escapees scattered and the wounded fell. The Flame Spirit Race contingent was swiftly eradicated.

A handful did manage to flee, though these survivors appeared insignificant enough that Yang Chen dismissed them without concern.

Standing amid the scene, Yang Chen brimmed with varied thoughts. Clashes near the Earth Spirit Hall evidently occurred often, drawing plenty of formidable warriors.

Upon his initial arrival, he'd encountered multiple Heaven-separated Realm experts—figures scarce back in the Taiyuan Star System.

After all, combatants in the Universe Starry Sky typically held cultivation at least at the Heaven-separated Realm.

Battle concluded, onlookers gazed at Yang Chen in awe, puzzled by this abrupt hero who felled the notorious Fan Tian.

Yet Yang Chen noticed a trace of pity in their stares, leaving him to ponder his misstep.

Turning to Heng Ye, who approached with a bow, Yang Chen heard, "Thank you, Daoist friend, for saving my life. I don’t know the name of your esteemed self."

"Yang Chen," Yang Chen replied.

"I’ll remember that." Heng Ye committed the name to memory with effort, then pivoted and departed.

This abrupt exit baffled Yang Chen briefly—was Heng Ye dismissing him so casually? Just a pair of exchanges, and he was gone?

Yang Chen had intended to inquire about the other Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes from him.

In his bewilderment, an elder approached Yang Chen grinning and explained, "Don’t blame Heng Ye; his Plane fell to invaders recently, with his kin enslaved or slaughtered. He's the sole survivor of the Ice and Fire Heavenly Phoenix Royal Clan. In his shoes, I'd be just as withdrawn."

Yang Chen regarded the elder's bushy brows, wide eyes, and friendly demeanor, then stated, "My name is Yang Chen; may I know your name, Daoist friend?"

"Old man, Mo Wenfeng." The elder caressed his beard warmly.

Yang Chen inclined his head, "Mo Daoist friend spoke of the Ice and Fire Sky Phoenix Daoist friend’s Plane as..."

"Naturally, it’s the Ice and Fire Star, the dedicated Plane of the Ice and Fire Sky Phoenix." Mo Wenfeng responded.

Yang Chen expressed surprise, "How did the Ice and Fire Star fall under occupation?"

"This tale stretches long. Centuries back, the Netherworld seized the Ice and Fire Star. Now, Gates of Life and Death infest this Plane. Humans have attempted multiple rescues to purge them, all in vain. The inhabitants of Ice and Fire Star suffer endlessly. We humans share their pain; imagine Heng Ye's anguish as kin of the Ice and Fire Heavenly Phoenix Royal Clan." Mo Wenfeng elaborated.

Sudden clarity struck Yang Chen.

Yet this revelation stirred faint anxiety within him.

Should the Ice and Fire Star serve as the Ice and Fire Sky Phoenix homeland, Bao Lu might hail from there too. With its occupation, could Bao Lu face peril?

His worries made approaching Heng Ye for questions tricky, given the latter's poor sociability.

"Daoist friend Yang Chen appears new here. You rarely battle near the Ancient Divine Realm, right?" Mo Wenfeng inquired.

"Yes, I hail from the Divine Night Sect and journeyed straight from the Taiyuan Star System." Yang Chen answered.

Hearing this, Mo Wenfeng marveled, "So you're a core disciple of the Divine Night Sect—I've heard much of your fame!"

"And Mo Daoist friend? From which place do you originate?" Yang Chen questioned.

Mo Wenfeng shook his head, "This old man comes from Daming Star, a obscure Plane. Even if I shared it with Daoist friend Yang Chen, you'd likely not know it. I've long yearned to join the Divine Night Sect, but fear they'd reject an ordinary soul like me."

"Mo Daoist friend understates himself." Yang Chen remarked.

"Alright, have you guys talked enough?"

As Yang Chen conversed with Mo Wenfeng, the bearded Fu Xuanbing had silently drawn near.

"Captain Fu." Mo Wenfeng eyed Fu Xuanbing, paused briefly, then offered a respectful bow.

Fu Xuanbing's rank clearly commanded deep respect, evoking instinctive caution.

Indeed, his innate aura of command was palpable. His eyes now locked on Yang Chen as he bellowed, "Are you Yang Chen?"

Facing Fu Xuanbing's furious glare and hostile vibe, Yang Chen furrowed his brow, "Yes."

"Do you realize Fan Tian was my mark? How long I've hunted him? Who are you to interfere and steal my prey?" Fu Xuanbing seethed with fury and resentment.

He'd declared Fan Tian his sole target, deterring all rivals, yet this obscure Yang Chen snatched the kill. How could rage not consume him?

Yang Chen had anticipated thanks for his aid, only to receive icy glares instead.

No surprise the bystanders' looks held pity—they foresaw Fu Xuanbing's retaliation.

Yang Chen smirked inwardly but offered no deference outwardly to Fu Xuanbing. "If Fu Daoist friend sought this Fan Tian and held the power to end him, why let a newcomer like me seize the moment? It appears your shot at slaying him matched mine exactly."

Fu Xuanbing found himself at a loss against Yang Chen's sharp retort. True, he'd had ample chances, each foiled by his own setbacks.

Who'd foresee Yang Chen dispatching the foe so effortlessly in one strike!

"Fine, excellent. Yang Chen, is it? I've got your name etched. Now, two options for you: first, become my foe; second, hand over Fan Tian’s horn. We'll call this even then. Refuse, and don't fault my lack of mercy!" Fu Xuanbing declared coldly.