The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3335 - 3330: Taking Action Afterward_1

“You’re correct; we shouldn’t underestimate this, and preparing for the worst is essential,” Yang Chen remarked.

Bao Lu let out a relieved breath, believing she had persuaded Yang Chen. She continued, “That’s precisely why fleeing now seems like our smartest option.”

Yang Chen gazed at Bao Lu, chuckled, and shook his head: “Hold on a second!”

“What more do you intend to do?” Bao Lu fixed her stare on Yang Chen.

Yang Chen responded steadily: “Suppose I assure you that I can at least defend myself against the Four-sided Ghost King, even if outright victory isn’t certain—what would you say to that?”

His statement caused Bao Lu to hesitate: “You mean it? You could really slip away unharmed from the Four-sided Ghost King? Yet you witnessed his immense strength and might earlier.”

Yang Chen nodded once more: “Absolutely, I observed it all distinctly.”

“And yet you insist you can flee from him without harm?” Bao Lu’s eyes widened in disbelief as she regarded him.

Yang Chen grinned and answered: “To be honest, prior to encountering Xing Tong, my confidence was low. But at this point, it’s solid.”

Bao Lu found Yang Chen’s vague remarks completely baffling.

The events unfolding between Yang Chen and Xing Tong remained a mystery, leaving her with lingering curiosity about their interaction.

Bao Lu peered intently into Yang Chen’s eyes, puzzled by the source of his bold assurance and conviction in evading the Four-sided Ghost King’s grasp.

Still, she recognized that Yang Chen wasn’t one to fabricate tales or exaggerate without cause.

Given his declaration, he undoubtedly possessed secret aces up his sleeve and faith in his own capabilities.

Thinking along those lines, Bao Lu stated: “Fine, Yang Chen, avoid overconfidence. We’re allies, and I hate losing comrades, especially a friend like you. If your certainty isn’t strong enough, please refrain from acting.”

A faint smile crossed Yang Chen’s face. He viewed Bao Lu as a true friend, mirroring her sentiment toward him.

This very bond motivated his initial desire to assist her.

“Rest easy.” Yang Chen directed his gaze forward, his expression steady and brimming with resolve.

Such an intense gaze clearly indicated he was entirely serious.

“So, what’s your strategy?” Bao Lu inquired with curiosity.

“What approaches as the optimal path in your view?” Yang Chen countered with his own question.

After a brief reflection, Bao Lu murmured: “Rescuing my companions first strikes me as wiser. Once freed, you’d gain additional support. Even if detection follows, our odds of extracting Yue Xingzhenren would rise considerably.”

Yang Chen had to shake his head: “It’s a decent notion, yet they lack faith in me, and I harbor none in them.”

“How so?” Bao Lu failed to grasp it.

Yang Chen gave a slight shake of his head, remembering Qian Li and the rest’s demeanor toward him. Rather than explaining, he abruptly disappeared from sight in an instant.

He possessed his unique scheme and approach.

Prioritizing Yue Xingzhenren’s rescue formed his core tactic.

Given the present circumstances, the Four-sided Ghost King had recently seized a bunch of captives and felt at ease, convinced he’d netted them all at once. He wouldn’t anticipate two individuals lurking undetected.

Furthermore, he couldn’t foresee that after beholding his dreadful prowess, these two would still venture forth to meddle in this nightmarish affair.

This very complacency created the opening. With the Four-sided Ghost King now at ease and no longer directly overseeing Yue Xingzhenren, the prospects for his liberation multiplied.

Harboring this thought, Yang Chen employed spacetime manipulation to reach a secluded spot beyond the formation.

Posing as a spectral being and merging with them offered a solid plan.

Yet his command over spacetime proved superior.

Concealed in the darkness, Yang Chen observed the detained experts, their gazes rife with dread and alarm. Though they might embrace death, being taken alive tormented them.

In the clutches of these Netherworld specters, the unknown torments awaited. As ancient beings who had endured for eons, they could infer grim possibilities.

Panic clouded the eyes of Fu Xuanbing, Qian Li, and even those who had been boldly defiant earlier.

Every one of them lamented their journey here. Had they not rushed in so impulsively, they might have avoided this perilous bind.

Yang Chen regarded these figures and shook his head inevitably. He held no desire to liberate these experts.

That said, this ‘Ming Hu’ had shown him considerable kindness.

Even though Ming Hu ultimately felt some dissatisfaction with him for his initial reluctance, it stemmed from his hesitation to lead the charge.

Overall, Ming Hu had placed trust in him and escorted him to the Ice and Fire Phoenix Clan’s domain on that basis. It appeared there was ample justification to rescue her.

Initially, he aimed to extract Yue Xingzhenren before turning to Ming Hu. After all, aiding Ming Hu could wait without issue.

Unexpectedly, upon nearer examination, subtle flames enveloped Ming Hu’s form. Through his sharp perception, Yang Chen surmised she was attempting self-immolation.

This discovery stunned Yang Chen, who inwardly noted that Ming Hu’s mild exterior hid a fierce resolve. Faced with recapture, she preferred ending her own life.

It aligned logically, marking her second ensnarement, likely leaving her despondent.

Yang Chen sensed frustration, noting the sparse ghost creatures patrolling nearby. The majority had departed to revel in their triumph. No one spared thought for the prisoners’ fates.

In light of this, Yang Chen moved swiftly. In a mere instant, spacetime manipulation transported him right beneath Ming Hu.

Next, by reshaping the ambient space via spacetime, he ensured his presence evaded soul detection.

“Fellow Daoist Ming Hu, hold off on ending it all. Stay put, and I’ll return to pull you out!” Yang Chen urged.

His voice sent a subtle quiver through Ming Hu’s slender frame. She hadn’t foreseen that at the moment of her desperate act, a savior’s call would emerge.

Her fellow captives had surrendered to despair, ignoring her bid for death.

Attuning her ears, she recognized the voice’s familiarity—it belonged to Yang Chen.

“Is that... Brother Yang Chen?” Ming Hu queried in surprise.

Yang Chen answered composedly: “Indeed, it’s me.”

Ming Hu’s lips parted in astonishment, joy barely containable: “Brother Yang Chen, how... how have you reached this place? Didn’t you mention you wouldn’t join us... ”

“I merely stated I wouldn’t travel with the others.” Yang Chen explained evenly: “In truth, Ming Hu, you ought to realize this mission was overly hasty. The larger the group, the greater the risks. Isn’t the outcome now a clear testament?”