The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3395 - 3390: Your Situation Isn’t Great_1

The King of the Netherworld wore a savage, sneering expression, treating Fairy Qing Wan as nothing more than a trivial ant or a disposable plaything.

To his eyes, whether she lived or died was utterly inconsequential, as her presence alone posed no threat to him.

This realization caused Fairy Qing Wan’s pupils to contract, plunging her into the depth of despair.

There was no agony quite like this sense of utter impotence. Despite her burning hatred, the brutal reality highlighted a gap between her and the King of the Netherworld as vast as the divide between heaven and earth.

With a cruel, mocking grin, the King of the Netherworld unleashed a powerful strike toward her.

The massive construct of water he commanded surged forward, poised to extinguish Fairy Qing Wan’s life with a single devastating blow.

Stripped of all strength to defend herself, she remained trapped in the tight grip of the King of the Netherworld, immobile and defenseless.

She let out a hollow, self-deprecating laugh; when faced with the finality of death, she found she could do nothing else.

As the lethal punch neared, she realized with bitter clarity that no savior would emerge. Surrounded by individuals preoccupied with their own survival, none were willing to risk themselves to rescue her.

While these frantic thoughts raced through her mind, a sound like a sudden clap of thunder rolled across the air.

Instantly, a flash of azure energy manifested, and a lone figure planted himself firmly before her.

With a smooth, effortless motion, he thrust his spear straight into the heart of the aquatic giant.

The water titan shuddered as the spear pierced through its body, carving out an immense void. Cascading streams of water splattered outward, causing the construct to fragment and scatter, though it sluggishly attempted to coalesce once more.

While the blow lacked the force to annihilate the entity, it successfully stalled the lethal assault.

Fairy Qing Wan stared in disbelief; this strike, which had proven too much for the likes of Dao Feng and the Knife Edge Brothers to withstand, had been halted by a single newcomer.

Sensing his Qi, it was evident he held power within the Heaven-separated Realm.

Overcome with shock, she fixated her gaze on the figure standing before her, her awe deepening upon recognition.

The silhouette was painfully familiar, a presence that had occupied her thoughts both day and night. She knew that to stand against the King of the Netherworld, this man was her only true hope for victory.

Perhaps she could have reached out to others, but Yang Chen was simply indispensable.

"Is… is it really you, Yang Chen?" she stammered, fearing this was a mere hallucination born of her desperation.

How could Yang Chen possibly be standing here?

He had not intended to journey to the Forbidden Spirit Palace, so what had transpired to bring him here?

Confused and filled with trepidation, she waited for an answer.

Yang Chen replied with unruffled composure, "Indeed, Fairy Qing Wan, it is I."

Upon hearing his voice, she gasped, her lips parting as she urgently demanded, "Yang Chen, by what miracle are you standing in this place?"

"I will explain everything in time. For the moment, we must focus on surviving the ordeal at hand," Yang Chen answered calmly.

"Yang Chen!"

At that precise moment, the Heavenly Bone Ghost King and White Claw Ghost King materialized, their interest piqued. To them, Yang Chen was a target of significantly higher value than the minor cultivators present.

With a hefty price on his head via the Red Arrest Warrant—not to mention his recent theft of the Golden Light Relic from the Spirit God Race—he was a prize they could not ignore.

The two ghost kings appeared in a blur of movement, eyes locked onto Yang Chen with predatory intent.

"We did not seek you out, Yang Chen, yet you chose to deliver yourself to us. This is truly an auspicious turn of events," the Heavenly Bone Ghost King rasped with a smirk.

Yang Chen stood with his hands locked behind his back, a faint smile gracing his features. "I wouldn't call it seeking. In fact, I believe you two would do well to realize that your own survival is now in question."

The comment drew sharp, unconcealed laughter from both the Heavenly Bone Ghost King and his companion.

"This is delightful! Did you hear that?" the White Claw Ghost King scoffed, chuckling harshly. "This boy claims our situation is dire? How absurd!"

"Yang Chen is quite right; you are in deep trouble," a feminine voice interjected from the shadows.

Following closely behind Yang Chen, her form coalesced into reality.

It was none other than Xingtong.

Xingtong giggled, revealing the presence of her Destiny Realm Insect Mother. The sudden, overwhelming surge of power from the creature caused the previously arrogant Destiny Realm Ghost Kings to pale with shock.

"A Destiny Realm Insect Mother? How? Yang Chen, when did you align yourselves with the Insect Race?" the Heavenly Bone Ghost King roared, his eyes flickering with unveiled dread as he studied Xingtong.

Though the number of Destiny Realm Insect Clans was an unknown variable, both kings knew instinctively that a confrontation would be disastrous. They were now filled with uncertainty.

The atmosphere turned heavy as the ghost kings stiffened.

Conversely, Yang Chen and Xingtong appeared completely at ease.

"Your suspicions are of no importance. I warned you that you were in a precarious spot, but you chose to ignore my counsel. Since you insist on this path, you shall stay here for good," Yang Chen stated firmly.

Xingtong added, "Yang Chen, I have been waiting to test my newest brood. I shall handle these two giants; you deal with the stragglers."

"Gladly!" Yang Chen responded.

He was more than happy to avoid the complexities of a battle with Destiny Realm entities.

Without further delay, Xingtong darted toward the ghost kings as her swarm began to swarm the battlefield.

Seeing the lethal insects closing in, the Heavenly Bone Ghost King and White Claw Ghost King trembled. Recognizing the terrifying reputation of the Destiny Realm insects, they shed their arrogance instantly, fighting with every ounce of power they possessed.

Yang Chen now turned his attention to the King of the Netherworld.

"Brother Yang Chen, you…" Fairy Qing Wan started to speak.

Hands clasped behind his back, Yang Chen replied, "Forgive me, Fairy Qing Wan, for the deception. I had intended to reach the Forbidden Spirit Palace, but certain circumstances necessitated that I keep my plans hidden. I hope you can understand. Furthermore, I must ask that you and the others keep my alliance with the Insect Race a secret today."

Fairy Qing Wan offered no protest. His presence felt like a miracle of salvation, and her relief was immense.

"Rest assured, Brother Yang Chen, I will carry that secret to my grave," she whispered.

Though the Knife Edge Brothers were battered, they remained clear-headed. They cared little for the secrets of his alliance, yet they remained deeply concerned about how he intended to overcome the King of the Netherworld.

"Brother Yang Chen," they called out, "that King of the Netherworld is a monster. We know you have surpassed the limits of the Heaven-separated Realm, but please, do not underestimate him!"