The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3388: 3383: Strengthening, Five Elements Turn Heaven Palm_1

Should a Spirit God Clan Destiny Realm expert fear the capabilities of a Heaven-separated Realm cultivator? Certainly not. In his usual domain, being the one who inspires terror in others, he had never known the feeling of trembling before an enemy. This was doubly true when facing an opponent whose cultivation was significantly inferior to his own.

King Feng Yin let out a disdainful scoff. Assuming victory was within his grasp, he flicked his wrist with effortless grace, intending to use the power of the law to obliterate Yang Chen’s twin souls. However, Yang Chen was not a target so easily disposed of. It was not merely a matter of exchanging some laws for personal gain.

Harnessing the Space-Time Law, Yang Chen bypassed the barrier instantly. A heartbeat later, the Crimson Ox Soul and the Spirit of the Firefox had narrowly escaped the reach of King Feng Yin’s strike, remaining entirely unscathed. Taken aback, King Feng Yin felt his initial arrogance waver. He had underestimated Yang Chen’s agility.

Only then did it occur to him that Yang Chen was a master of the Space-Time Law. Yet, he had never imagined that the application of this law could be refined to such a degree, or that it could be utilized in such an unorthodox manner. By the time he realized the danger, it was far too late. Both the Crimson Ox Soul and the Spirit of the Firefox, being anything but pushovers, launched a ferocious coordinated strike that landed squarely upon King Feng Yin.

Caught off guard by his own overconfidence and the necessity of managing both Xingtong and Yang Chen, King Feng Yin found himself unable to retreat. Violent gales erupted in the wake of the collision. While Yang Chen’s technique lacked raw, overwhelming force, its focus on the essence of life, death, and the soul made it devastatingly precise and agonizing. Watching from a distance, Yang Chen narrowed his eyes, waiting to see the extent of the damage. While he didn't expect a single blow to end such a powerful foe, even a minor advantage would have been welcome.

The results were disheartening. King Feng Yin vanished in a flicker of movement, reappearing safely in the high altitude. Though he bared his teeth in evident pain, his inner Qi remained untarnished, suggesting that the strike had caused discomfort but no lasting injury. Enraged, King Feng Yin glared at Yang Chen. “Very well, Yang Chen. I had intended to deal with you later, but since you are so desperate for an early grave, I shall grant your request.”

With those words, he launched a sweeping assault aimed at silencing Yang Chen permanently. Xingtong, gripped by panic, immediately unleashed her insects in a desperate bid to create an opening and alleviate the pressure on Yang Chen. In her frustration, she cursed Yang Chen’s recklessness silently—she was supposed to be the vanguard, not him. Yet, by aggressively targeting the King, Yang Chen had only succeeded in drawing the full fury of a wounded predator.

Despite her desperate counterattack, she vastly underestimated the depth of King Feng Yin’s wrath. As she directed her Heaven-appointed Realm insects, the King unleashed a cold, resonant roar. “Scram!” With a wave of terrifying pressure and a symphony of thundering law fluctuations, he obliterated the insect swarm using an unknown technique.

Aghast, Xingtong readied her next move. “Rolling Thunder Pearl, go!” Sensing her intent, King Feng Yin pushed forward, shielded by a shroud of protective thunder orbs. Her attack struck the spheres with a sharp hiss before being completely nullified. Recognizing the danger of his new technique, Xingtong retreated, deciding that the time for hesitation had passed; she would have to use her most lethal arts to prevent him from crushing Yang Chen.

However, her resolve came too late—King Feng Yin had already reached Yang Chen. Standing face-to-face with the man, Yang Chen remained cold and expressionless, fully aware that a head-on clash was now unavoidable. King Feng Yin looked at him with disdain, his aura shimmering with the power of laws as he cast a thunder sphere aside. “Consider dying by my hand a blessing, Yang Chen,” he declared.

Yang Chen’s only response was a sharp, mirthless laugh. “My apologies, King Feng Yin, but I have no inclination to accept such a blessing. I have no plans to die today.” He flipped his palm, initiating an ancient technique: the Five Elements Turn Heaven Palm. It was a familiar move, one he had set aside because he feared that excessive reliance on dated Dao techniques would warp his own understanding of the laws, leading to a dead end during his progression toward the Heaven-appointed Realm. But the situation had changed.

Yang Chen had no intention of relying solely on the old iteration of the technique. He had already unlocked the second layer of the Ten Thousand Law Dao Embryo, granting him the ability to ‘Strengthen’ his Dao techniques. He knew that any technique reforged by the embryo became something entirely new, free from the constraints and risks of his original cultivation path. “Five Elements Turn Heaven Palm, strengthen!”

As his palm descended, the very atmosphere trembled and shifted colors. A gargantuan hand manifested, looming over the firmament with divine authority. It was indeed his Five Elements Turn Heaven Palm, yet it was transformed—infused with howling winds, roaring thunder, and a swirling harmony of ice and fire that pierced through the heavens.