The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3403: 3398: You Know, I Know_1

“Since you’re seeking death, we’ll grant your wish.” With utter disdain, Yuan Shi Ming Wang launched a direct assault, aiming to obliterate Yang Chen.

Yang Chen faced the charging Yuan Shi Ming Wang, remaining utterly serene.

The momentum of Yuan Shi Ming Wang truly carried overwhelming force.

“Yang Chen, watch out!” Wan Hua Ruo softly called from nearby.

She understood Yang Chen’s formidable power, surpassing her own by far. Yet worry gnawed at her, for these foes were transcendent powerhouses exceeding the Heavenly Boundary Realm’s bounds.

Yang Chen offered no reply to Wan Hua Ruo.

Wasting time wasn’t his style. Defeating enemies swiftly meant no reason to conceal his prowess. Moreover, he had unleashed this move previously.

That in mind, Yang Chen’s stationary form showed no obvious shift. Yet Wan Hua Ruo, observing keenly from behind, noticed faint alterations in him.

Still, she couldn’t identify precisely what had changed.

Yang Chen’s lips parted faintly as he whispered, “Way of Ten Thousand Laws Dao Embryo, open!”

“Enhance, Deathly Silent Black Wind!”

His words barely fell when the horrifying spectacle reemerged. The entire realm twisted dramatically; even Lava Fire Sea’s inferno appeared to wane.

Thick shadows materialized, while shredding gales threatened to shatter the void.

Eerie wind howls invaded ears, instilling dread deep within souls.

This cataclysmic shift left all onlookers stunned into silence.

What Dao technique could wield such might to warp the fabric of space entirely?

Only World Stage titans possessed such capability, didn’t they?

The Ghost Kings trembled in horror, as did the mighty Netherworld Kings Yuan Shi Ming Wang and Di Tu, feeling an ominous peril drawing near.

The danger remained veiled, yet it prowled around them, poised to erupt and reap their existences instantly.

“What’s this? What could it possibly be?”

Buzzing…

Allowing no chance for reflection, innumerable ferocious blasts of deathly silent black wind surged from every angle. Their vast quantity defied description.

One, ten, a hundred.

Thousands, millions, infinite!

Relentless waves crashed endlessly. For Netherworld’s Ghost Kings, these deathly silent black winds spelled pure nightmare—even Emperor-level Netherworld Kings fell prey.

Wan Hua Ruo and Spirit Fire Clan powerhouses stood stupefied. Shock lingered unresolved as the chaos abruptly ceased.

At last, the wind-swept void cleared; vanished too were every Ghost King who’d boasted of slaying Yang Chen—from Yuan Shi Ming Wang to the rest—all perished.

No one lived.

In one strike, Yang Chen’s law powers unveiled their horrifying might.

Wan Hua Ruo gazed blankly, Spirit Fire Clan experts mute and astounded. Only now did they grasp why Wan Tianyu earnestly summoned Yang Chen.

Such was Yang Chen’s prowess.

Alone, he eradicated two transcendents beyond Heavenly Boundary Realm limits.

Yang Chen stayed poised and unruffled, these feats mere trifles to him.

At length, his eyes shifted softly to Wan Hua Ruo, brimming with tranquil intrigue.

Catching Yang Chen’s probing stare, Wan Hua Ruo shuddered and bolted wordlessly.

The Spirit Fire Clan powerhouses gaped in confusion, clueless about their Aunt’s dynamic with Yang Chen.

Yang Chen observed Wan Hua Ruo’s escape, mildly taken aback yet swift to respond. He extended his hand in a light grasp.

Suddenly, time decelerated; Wan Hua Ruo’s frame quaked fiercely, her once-friendly spacetime domain now a brutal barrier.

She recognized Yang Chen’s doing.

Despite the domain’s drag, she pressed onward desperately, though her pace had drastically slackened.

After fleeing some distance, Wan Hua Ruo saw she hadn’t neared Lava Fire Sea’s boundary. With a resigned sigh, she halted.

Yang Chen arrived beside Wan Hua Ruo, stating coolly, “Lady Wan, no need for fear. I harbor no malice toward you. If I truly sought your death, could you truly flee my control?”

Wan Hua Ruo’s eyes narrowed; inhaling deeply, she met Yang Chen’s gaze.

Others might be oblivious, but she felt it sharply via contrast.

Yang Chen had grown stronger.

Far mightier than earlier.

“Yang Chen, our paths were never meant to intersect. I’m not fleeing; I’m departing. It’s natural to leave. Why linger? We’re just fleeting strangers.” Wan Hua Ruo murmured gently, her charm flowing effortlessly and enchantingly.

Yang Chen replied, “First, if our paths shouldn’t cross, you know that truth best. Second, fleeing or departing—only you’d swallow that absurd excuse. Third, is this your repayment to your savior, dismissing us as mere passersby?”

Faced with Yang Chen’s words, Wan Hua Ruo sighed in helplessness, inquiring, “What do you wish to hear?”

Yang Chen’s lips curved faintly at her response.

Both possessed sharp minds, fully aware of each other’s intents.

As he prepared to probe further, Spirit Fire Clan experts hurried up.

“Thank you, Brother Yang Chen, for saving us.”

“Thank you, Brother Yang Chen.”

Gratitude poured from the group, Di Tu among them blurting, “Aunt, do you know Brother Yang Chen?”

Wan Hua Ruo sighed back, “Yes, we know each other, but we must discuss urgent matters now. First rescue Wan Qiu Ying; we’ll handle the rest afterward.”

Obeying without question, the Spirit Fire Clan experts dashed off to aid Wan Qiu Ying.

Yang Chen eyed their departure, then fixed his gaze steadily, questioning evenly, “Simple enough. Why do they address you as ‘Aunt’? What ties bind you to the Spirit Fire Clan?”

“Across endless years roaming the cosmos, I’ve befriended countless races. The snake folk you met exemplify this, as does the Spirit Fire Clan. I hold numerous roles; surely you don’t plan to probe them all?” Wan Hua Ruo smiled lightly.

Hands clasped behind, Yang Chen declared, “I seek your authentic self, the singular identity etched in your soul! Many faces one may wear, yet true essence remains unique. You know it, and I do too.”