The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3339 - 3334: Crimson Ox Soul_1

Nearly everyone stood there in utter bewilderment, their gazes locked on the enormous spectral face that had materialized from nowhere high above, doubting whether their vision was playing tricks on them.

The throng of spectral entities examined it closely, and in that instant, they recoiled in surprise, murmuring in awe.

"What is this!"

"How does this resemble a method from our Netherworld?"

"No, it’s not quite right. This method does resemble one from our Netherworld, but it differs at its core from our Netherworld’s methods."

A massive circular visage emerged in the heavens, flanked by two enormous hands, each clutching a scythe.

And its gaping maw proved even more astonishing.

Though they were ethereal Yin spirits themselves, the Netherworld folk found themselves utterly speechless, for no such spectral beings existed in their realm. It marked their first encounter with these peculiar Yin spirit apparitions.

Yet, the might of this spectral entity could not be dismissed.

For in a single breath, that ghostly face had devoured the Four-direction Ghost Kings whole.

"You, how can you possess knowledge of our Netherworld’s methods?" The Four-direction Ghost Kings blurted out in sudden alarm toward Yang Chen.

Of course, what truly stunned him inwardly was how Yang Chen had nullified his own techniques.

At this point, Yue Xingzhenren turned his gaze to Yang Chen, intrigued by the method he employed.

Yang Chen’s lips curved into a subtle grin.

This was among his recently mastered techniques, known as the Crimson Ox Soul!

This method represented a fresh creation tied to the Death Law, born from his long years of arduous study in the Law of Life and Death.

Delving into death, he had contemplated deeply. In a way, the Netherworld embodied a form of death, and the myriad spectral beings there were essentially souls. Such souls embodied death as well.

Ghost?

A ghost was simply a term to inspire fear, and these Netherworld Yin Soul entities were fundamentally souls.

Yan Luo wielded command over life and death, as did he. Yan Luo governed the path of souls, and so could he.

Thus, drawing on his insights into Netherworld yin soul specters, he embarked on his own innovations.

He gathered souls from 3,281 varied species across diverse locales and forged this Crimson Ox Soul.

The Crimson Ox Soul integrated the Death Law, crafted expressly to neutralize Yin Soul specters and eradicate Netherworld Ghost Qi!

Beneath the Crimson Ox Soul, ordinary methods intertwined with Ghost Qi faced total suppression. It could be said that Yang Chen’s relentless efforts had fully harnessed the Death Law.

Viewing the outcome now, the effects appeared remarkably effective.

Yang Chen regarded the Four-direction Ghost Kings with their faces full of shock and disbelief, then spoke calmly, "Four-direction Ghost Kings, you overestimate your Netherworld. You and all your Netherworld Yin Souls are merely souls at heart. Souls do not belong solely to your Netherworld. My command over souls—how could that be deemed part of your Netherworld?"

As his words concluded, Yang Chen bellowed forth, directing the Crimson Ox Soul to lunge toward the Four-direction Ghost Kings.

In a flash, the Crimson Ox Soul bellowed like an ox, thunder rumbling beneath it, charging directly at the Four-direction Ghost Kings.

The Four-direction Ghost Kings beheld the spectral ox hurtling toward them, trembling in terror. From their prior clash, they had felt the potency of Yang Chen’s Crimson Ox Soul and refused to take it lightly.

Yet, pursued by the Crimson Ox Soul, they felt their dignity shattered.

Furious, the Four-direction Ghost Kings unleashed a piercing wail, and abruptly, a colossal palm imprint materialized, wreathed in swirling Ghost Qi. Infused with the Law, a fierce Yin Wind howled, blanketing half the firmament in gloom.

All present recognized that the Four-direction Ghost Kings were evidently incensed. This assault showcased his genuine prowess.

"Human brat, do you believe I cannot handle you? Shatter for me!" The Four-direction Ghost King bellowed, and amid the dark gale, the overcast heavens birthed numerous massive thunderbolts within the ashen tempest. These bolts merged with the Ghost Qi, darkening to pitch.

The ebony thunder, slithering like serpents across the sky, was seized by a gigantic hand descending from the celestial heights.

This immense hand clasped the dark thunder and lightning like a lance, thrusting straight toward Yang Chen.

This descending blow, eclipsing the sun, was no trivial matter, stirring widespread concern. Could the Crimson Ox Soul endure such an onslaught?

Presently, Yue Xingzhenren observed with a racing heart and profound astonishment. While fretting over Yang Chen, he marveled at him too.

After all, he had never imagined Yang Chen capable of clashing with the Four-direction Ghost Kings to this degree, regardless of circumstances.

The foe hailed from the Heaven-separated Realm, no less.

"What sort of method is this?" Yang Chen expressed genuine surprise, unfamiliar with such an bizarre technique.

This Four-direction Ghost King proved resourceful indeed.

Now, this colossal ghostly hand, trailing thunder and lightning, plummeted while drawing the bolts into every corner of the atmosphere. Guided by the ghostly hand, it poised to sweep toward him at any moment.

Upon the ghostly hand’s arrival, it would unleash the Four-direction Ghost Kings’ ultimate assault.

The Four-direction Ghost King smirked with malice; this blow stemmed from his decades of enlightenment, and he yearned to witness how Yang Chen would counter it.

Yet, he had clearly misjudged Yang Chen.

He had lowballed the supremacy of the strongest law and Yang Chen’s enduring labors.

Yang Chen’s Crimson Ox Soul was far from defenseless. Despite the vast disparity in scale, the Crimson Ox Soul snarled savagely from Yang Chen’s invocation. Abruptly, it expanded and swelled in size.

With this surge, the Crimson Ox Soul transformed into a colossal soul form.

This soul’s expansion directly eclipsed half the sky.

"Bigger, even bigger!" Yang Chen commanded.

The Crimson Ox Soul’s form steadily obstructed the path of the gigantic ghostly hand’s descent.

The following instant, the Crimson Ox Soul parted its jaws, as if poised to engulf half the heavens outright. In that realization, the Yin Wind and prior thunderous clamor—all of it—fell eerily silent.

Only the Crimson Ox Soul lingered aloft, appearing content as it cradled its belly, gazing down at Yang Chen with a pleased grin.

And the Four-direction Ghost King, so assured of victory and subduing Yang Chen in one stroke, shrank his pupils in total dismay.

His attack had vanished.

"How is it possible!" The Four-direction Ghost King refused to accept the reality.

Simultaneously, every captive onlooker reeled from Yang Chen’s method.

Qian Li, Ming Hu, Hu Kui, and Ling Fei, whom Yang Chen had rescued early on yet failed to thank, observed intently.

They had previously believed Yang Chen’s solitary power could never match Fu Xuanbing’s!