The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3396 - 3391: Relatively Speaking, Invincible_1

A sense of doubt lingered among them regarding Yang Chen. They found it impossible to envision a path to victory against the King of the Netherworld, whose oppressive strength felt truly insurmountable.

Maintaining a calm and self-assured demeanor, Yang Chen smiled. "I will keep your caution in mind," he replied.

By this stage, the King of the Netherworld viewed Yang Chen as a formidable rival. He acknowledged Yang Chen’s power, yet he remained convinced that he would not be the one to fall.

"Yang Chen, I am uncertain how someone of your Heaven-separated Realm cultivation earned a bounty on the Red Arrest Warrant. Regardless, delivering your head to our superiors as a wanted fugitive would be quite rewarding, wouldn't it?" the King of the Netherworld remarked with a greedy laugh.

The riches promised by the Red Arrest Warrant were substantial, after all.

Yang Chen gave a dry chuckle. "I am standing right here, King of the Netherworld. Simply step forward if you truly believe you possess the means to claim my life."

Squinting his eyes, the King of the Netherworld retorted with a sneer, "Do not play games, Yang Chen. Do you honestly think I lack the courage?"

"Not at all," Yang Chen replied with a faint smile. "I merely believe your current strength is insufficient to put me down."

The King of the Netherworld erupted into loud, boisterous laughter upon hearing this. "Are you blinded by your own arrogance, Yang Chen? Very well, prepare to witness the extent of my true power."

Without a moment's hesitation, the King of the Netherworld commanded the colossal water giant to launch an assault, echoing the same method he had employed against the Knife Edge Brothers.

Having been struck by Yang Chen earlier, the water entity had regenerated and was now charging forward with devastating momentum.

Fairy Qing Wan’s expression turned pale with alarm. The realization that the water giant could reform itself after being shattered left her deeply unsettled. If it could simply recover, what hope was there for a counterattack? She remained silent, her eyes locked onto Yang Chen, silently praying for a miracle.

Yang Chen’s gaze settled on the rushing giant, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. To the others, this monstrosity was a nightmare, but for Yang Chen, it was a different matter entirely. Their differing perspectives led to wildly different assessments of the situation.

In Yang Chen's eyes, the opponent attempting to wound him was merely deluding itself.

"Slow," Yang Chen muttered to himself.

At that exact moment, Fairy Qing Wan and the Knife Edge Brothers realized something was off.

It was undeniably slow! The water giant had lost a significant portion of its previous velocity. Noticing this sudden sluggishness, the King of the Netherworld’s eyes grew wide with shock. Though he had heard legends of Yang Chen’s capabilities, experiencing them firsthand was a terrifying ordeal.

The giant could no longer move with the fluid agility he had intended; its speed had plummeted. This was entirely Yang Chen's doing. Even as Yang Chen watched him with an air of nonchalance, the King of the Netherworld felt a sudden, inexplicable chill of dread, sweat beginning to drench his back.

Suddenly, illuminated by the bright surroundings, Yang Chen flickered and vanished.

The King of the Netherworld’s pupils dilated. He scrambled to track Yang Chen’s movement, hoping to intercept him, but by the time his senses caught up, Yang Chen had already materialized behind him.

A strike of the spear flashed, swift as a lightning bolt!

"God-slaying Spear!"

With the Way of Ten Thousand Laws currently sidelined, Yang Chen saw no need to exhaust himself with complex arts. A single, decisive blow was more than sufficient to end the confrontation.

This was his philosophy. Regardless of how imposing the King’s water construct might be, it meant nothing before his God-slaying Spear. Once the master was slain, the construct would naturally dissipate.

The spear plunged downward, encased in a blinding radiance that seemed to outpace light itself. In that strike, the King of the Netherworld was utterly dismantled, silenced permanently. From that moment forward, the King of the Netherworld ceased to exist.

A thick, heavy silence permeated the air, so quiet that even a pin dropping would have been audible. The King had been vanquished.

Both Fairy Qing Wan and the Knife Edge Brothers looked on in a daze. Only now did they grasp the true gravity of the term "Realm." Despite sharing the Heaven-separated Realm, they were clearly not in the same league as Yang Chen.

With just one move, the man they deemed invincible had been obliterated.

"Too... too powerful..." the Knife Edge Brothers whispered in awe.

Meanwhile, Fairy Qing Wan tightened her fists, recognizing that this display was the pinnacle of martial strength. With the King gone, the remaining minor Ghost Kings stood no chance against Yang Chen. He expanded his domain, and the spectral forces were swept away, annihilated in mere heartbeats.

As the chaos settled, Fairy Qing Wan found her emotions still churning. She hurried to Yang Chen, bowing respectfully. "I am forever in your debt, Brother Yang Chen, for saving us today. I have no way to repay this kindness, but I assure you, upon our return to the villa, I shall petition our Master for suitable compensation."

"It is unnecessary," Yang Chen responded. "It was a trivial task."-

"How can I accept that? Even if the initial trade was refused, your intervention constitutes a debt. I insist you reconsider," Fairy Qing Wan said, her face flushing as her usual cold mask melted away. Perhaps her natural disposition was not so distant, but the loss of her companions had forced her into a shell.

The Knife Edge Brothers also approached, still reeling from the performance. "Brother Yang Chen, you have given us a masterclass. We once believed the rumors were exaggerated, but it appears the stories were, if anything, too modest." They laughed bitterly, fully aware of the chasm between their skills and his.

"Furthermore, Young Master Yang Chen, that individual from the Insect Race is currently engaged with two Ghost Kings of the Heaven-appointed Realm. Do you think he will be alright?" Fairy Qing Wan asked, her concerns shifting.

Yang Chen offered a light smile. "Have no fear, Fairy Qing Wan."

For Xingtong, two such Ghost Kings were hardly a concern. While one should never be reckless, as the Forbidden Spirit Palace surely held even greater horrors, it was an undeniable truth that, for the moment, they stood as an invincible force.