The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3422 - 3417: The Departure of the Relic_1

The Batwing Clan had investigated this plane meticulously, establishing a secret escape passage right in their nest. This hidden exit featured a spacetime formation that linked straight to the Universal Starry Sky, rendering their position virtually impossible to track.

This setup wasn't surprising at all, considering it was the Batwing Clan's original stronghold.

Yang Chen's getaway proved successful, bringing him alongside numerous other powerhouses into the Universal Starry Sky.

"Brother Yang Chen, rest assured—since you freed us, the clans have connected and readied themselves for the chance that their nests might fall to the Netherworld Ghosts. But don't worry, we have backup nests to retreat to if needed!" Hu Ye declared.

Yang Chen let out a sigh, "What virtue do I, Yang Chen, possess to make you all risk so much for me? You've saved me once already, and now you're endangering countless lives again just for me. It weighs heavily on my conscience."

"Brother Yang Chen, no guilt needed. We're staking our lives not just out of thanks to you, but to seize a brighter future," Hu Ye replied.

"A brighter future? What do you mean by that?" Yang Chen inquired.

Hu Ye heaved a sigh, "Brother Yang Chen, do you realize how long we've endured this endless darkness? Even after you shattered our Servitude Restriction, are we really free? No, far from it. True freedom demands a arduous journey ahead—unless someday we escape the Dark Flow Universe, far beyond the Netherworld’s grasp. But is that even possible?"

Despair clouded Hu Ye’s gaze as he spoke.

"Impossible, not with our present power. After your liberation, Brother Yang Chen, we attempted flight, but the Dark Flow Universe remains utterly sealed off. Our only escape hope rests with you," Hu Ye stated, eyes locked on Yang Chen.

Hu Ye gazed intently at Yang Chen, "Brother Yang Chen, you're our beacon in this abyss. You rescued us. I can't guarantee that trailing you will shatter this infernal prison, but it's our sole option. We'll pour everything into aiding you—you possess the power."

Understanding dawned on Yang Chen then.

He'd witnessed plenty and knew human nature's vile depths, where gratitude often sours to hatred. These alien races' loyalty stunned him.

After endless enslavement by the Netherworld, these foreign races had shed all dread of death long ago.

For liberation—not just for themselves, but for offspring or kin—they'd seize any shot. They craved freedom and vengeance against the Netherworld.

From Hu Ye and the others' gazes, Yang Chen saw no trace of fear toward death.

All had cast aside life and death concerns, embarking on the road against the Netherworld.

Sudden clarity struck Yang Chen, who said, "Thank you for your faith in me."

He wasn't even sure of surviving this ordeal himself.

Yet those powerhouses' eyes ignited his resolve to give his all.

"Brother Yang Chen, no thanks required. Without you, battling the Netherworld would remain a dream," Hu Ye chuckled, "This chance feels like a lavish fantasy to us now."

"Huh?"

Several powerhouses jolted in surprise right then.

"It's those Ghost Kings."

"Heaven-appointed Realm world stage powerhouse."

Yang Chen's divine sense picked them up too, "Sky Annihilation Ghost King? You're hounding me relentlessly."

"Brother Yang Chen, you lead the way to Han Earth Star—aid awaits there. We'll stall these Ghost Kings for you," Hu Ye bellowed.

"No need—we escape as one. They lag behind, and I've got this handled," Yang Chen yelled in response.

Hu Ye startled, "Brother Yang Chen, don't act rashly."

"Rash? Don't get it wrong—recklessness alone didn't free you all," Yang Chen pressed, abruptly shrouding everyone in spacetime.

Only then did these powerhouses grasp that Yang Chen's achievements stemmed beyond mere daring.

Spacetime wrapped them up; before they could respond, they vanished from sight with a whoosh.

The group of powerhouses stood stunned as, through mere blinks, they ditched their hunters—moving swifter than their initial flight.

Meanwhile, the Sky Annihilation Ghost King and pursuing Ghost Kings raged, "Damn it, he slipped away once more!"

...

Leveraging spacetime, Yang Chen blazed ahead at astonishing velocity, reaching Han Earth Star far quicker than anticipated.

Upon landing at Han Earth Star, fresh foreign race powerhouses rushed in to support them.

These allies from the foreign races had gotten the Batwing Clan's prior distress call and lay in wait. Spotting Hu Ye, they asked, "Are you Brother Hu Ye? You okay?"

Hu Ye drew a deep breath, "We're fine. You must be Brother Zhang Ge of the Earthbound Clan."

"That's right. By the way, where's Yang Chen, our great savior? You kept him safe, yeah?" Zhang Ge scanned eagerly, voice tinged with anxiety.

"Absolutely—even at the cost of our lives, we'll shield him," Hu Ye affirmed staunchly, "Here's Yang Chen, our savior."

The Earthbound Clan members turned, exclaiming thrilled, "This is our savior, Yang Chen? Wonderful you're unharmed. We bow to you, Sir."

"We bow to you, Sir."

These Earthbound Clan folk bowed low, discarding their powerhouse dignity. To them, Yang Chen's grace towered like a mountain.

Yang Chen nodded, "No need for such formality."

For an instant, buzz filled the air with fervent talk. Sorrow lingered over the Batwing Clan's doom, yet resolve burned in their stares. Fear held no sway.

Yang Chen withdrew to the Earthbound Clan's prepared spot to heal his wounds.

Wrath simmered fiercely within him.

Were he to step into Heaven-appointed Realm, none of these troubles would plague him.

Back when he slew the Heavenly Bone Ghost King, he'd scoured for golden light relics on the corpse—yet found zilch.

He puzzled over the relics' fate. Surely the Netherworld King would've devoured them for cultivation upon acquisition.

The King merited their use.

Yet circumstances now hinted at foul play, as if these powerhouses had passed the relics elsewhere en route.

With those relics in hand, he'd have broken into Heaven-appointed Realm assuredly.

Once in Heaven-appointed Realm, pursuits by world stage foes would mean little.