The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3378 - 3373: The God-slaying Spear!_1

The Soul of the Red Bull and the Soul of the Fire Fox act as the two primary instruments for Yang Chen’s law of life and death, with the former specializing in subduing ghosts, while the latter focuses its assault on spirits.

However, the Red Bull’s Soul possesses a distinct limitation; it functions optimally against Netherworld Ghosts, yet its effectiveness wanes when confronted with Royal Spirit Gods like those currently opposing Yang Chen.

Despite this, Yang Chen never intended to overcome these two Royal Spirit Gods using only the souls of the Red Bull and the Fire Fox.

His true objective was to utilize both spirits as a means to obstruct these Royal Spirit Gods temporarily.

As he anticipated, within his space-time domain, the Red Bull and Fire Fox souls proved more than capable of fulfilling a delaying function, even if they were not explicitly created to counter such divine entities.

Han Tian and Di Zun, gripped by sudden trepidation, fumbled to comprehend the origin of these two spectral entities. In their desperate panic, they instinctively unleashed their innate abilities to parry the encroaching souls.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen maintained his distance, observing with detached composure as the two souls held the opponents at bay.

Swiftly, he gripped his long spear, locking his gaze firmly onto one of the two figures.

"The God-slaying Spear, commence," Yang Chen uttered quietly.

The spear’s spirit whined in reluctance, its tone laced with a tremor of fear and unease: "Young Master, must we resort to this technique again?"

"I am well aware of your reservations," Yang Chen replied, "but circumstances permit no other choice."

The God-slaying Spear conceded grudgingly: "Very well. My loyalty remains with you, Young Master, so I shall endure this agony."

Yang Chen’s lips twitched slightly. "Cease these theatrics. You have reaped your fair share of rewards during calmer times, after all."

As their exchange concluded, the long spear began to vibrate rhythmically.

Momentarily, the Spear Dao Intent flooded the weapon, imbuing it with an aura that seemed to swell in scale.

A manic, blood-curdling cackle erupted from the God-slaying Spear, resonating through the air in a haunting display.

Without warning, Yang Chen locked his sights onto Han Tian.

"God-slaying Spear!"

As the command rang out, Yang Chen vanished from his position. His movement defied simple description; in a flash of blinding light, he had manifested directly behind Han Tian.

The strike landed instantly. Han Tian’s pupils dilated in terror, his reactions paralyzed, until his head shattered, and he collapsed where he stood.

Di Zun watched the scene, utterly dazed, his mind unable to process the sudden carnage.

All he knew was that a trail of vivid, crimson light had blazed past, and his companion, a Royal Spirit God, had been brought down in a heartbeat.

"How can this be!" Di Zun gasped, his eyes reflecting intense dread.

He and Han Tian had remained close specifically to avoid being picked off by Yang Chen individually, given their intimate knowledge of his monstrous power.

During their time in the Realmless, Yang Chen’s prowess had already ascended to demonic heights, repeatedly humbling them despite the invincible reputation of the Royal Spirit Gods.

Upon entering the Heaven-separated Realm, they had meticulously studied every report of Yang Chen’s exploits. They were keenly aware that his power had not only persisted but had grown more formidable upon his arrival in this higher realm.

This awareness had made them paranoid and cautious. They clung to each other in battle, hoping to weather his turbulent onslaughts rather than facing a swift defeat.

Yet, Di Zun realized with a jolt that his assumptions were dreadfully naive.

He had assured himself they could not be beaten so easily, but following a mere flicker of starlight, his partner had been obliterated.

He fell dead, right under his very nose.

Now, Yang Chen loomed beside him.

The speed at which he merged with spacetime transcended mortal comprehension. Yang Chen moved like a deity of war; a mere sweep of his spear collapsed laws and flattened the surrounding peaks.

The very fabric of space ripped asunder.

Di Zun instinctively scrambled to dodge, his anxiety reaching a fever pitch.

At this moment, Yang Chen inspected the Slaughter God Spear in his grip with a calm gaze, though the weapon itself was far from placid.

"It stings, it stings! Young Master, I beg you, spare me from the Way of Ten Thousand Laws next time! It is enough of a torment as it is..." The Slaughter God Spear groaned, vibrating with the phantom echoes of its suffering.

Yang Chen showed no surprise; this reaction was the inevitable tax of employing such a technique.

He had spent decades of grueling cultivation developing this Dao Technique, weaving the laws of the Spear together into a single, cohesive force.

This maneuver surpassed simple spear work; it was a complex convergence of multiple laws he had mastered.

Crucially, this spear integrated the element of spacetime. Unlike his passive use of the spacetime domain to merely enhance his movement, this strike saw his very essence fuse with spacetime itself.

The attack became unavoidable; once unleashed, it would strike its target, leaving the opponent with only the desperate hope of sensing it early enough to mount a defense.

Because the cost of this spacetime fusion was so great, the Slaughter God Spear was forced to bear the searing strain of transit. It demanded everything from the artifact spirit, pushed to a threshold only Yang Chen himself could withstand.

This was why he bestowed the name "God-slaying Spear" upon the technique, mirroring his bond with the weapon itself.

It was the same power he had wielded during his hunt in the Ice River Secret Realm to crush the Four-direction Ghost Kings.

Now, with Han Tian eliminated, only Di Zun remained.

"Yang Chen!" Di Zun snarled, his veins engorged with rage, though he could not mask the trembling fear in his voice.

Poised atop the firmament, Yang Chen held his weapon like a god overseeing a slaughter. Though he remained still, his mere presence exerted an crushing dominance over the sky.

"After expending such an attack," Di Zun muttered, his voice cold and low, "you cannot possibly have another one in reserve."

Yang Chen’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Who can say for certain? Why not test your theory?"

Di Zun, initially poised to probe Yang Chen’s remaining capacity, found himself frozen—he could discern no tells in Yang Chen’s posture.

The realization sent a chill down Di Zun’s spine. He had no confidence he could survive a second strike as potent as the first if Yang Chen truly possessed the strength to repeat it.