The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3430 - 3425: Space-Time Maze_1

Thus, this situation would strike anyone as utterly bizarre.

Previously, their urge to slay Yang Chen felt entirely justified—he truly deserved death. Yet now, their intent to kill him stands without the slightest rationale.

Why seek to eliminate Yang Chen?

What defines their true identity?

Are they genuinely enslaved by the Netherworld, or what drives them to target Yang Chen?

The yin spirits and ghostly entities of the Netherworld saw their resolve completely crumble.

Only after senior Netherworld ghost cultivators stepped forward to soothe them—declaring that 'outside world rumors clash with reality, and Yang Chen employed special tricks to dupe them, causing this mess'—did the Netherworld ghost cultivators' determination steady somewhat.

Still, sharper ghost cultivators detected hints of something more...

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Consequently, the Netherworld teetered on the brink, already swept into turbulent chaos.

Yang Chen now exuded the bearing of a rising sovereign, controlling over a dozen realms in the Dark Flow Universe, with billions of liberated Netherworld ghost cultivators sworn to his banner.

Hundreds of Heaven-separated Realm ghost cultivators filled their ranks alone, while Realmless and Great Stage cultivators abounded in even greater numbers.

These Netherworld ghost cultivators received firm orders to hold steady without rash moves, while fortifying the leftover realms with unbreachable Golden Soup defenses.

Yang Chen saw no need to hastily claim more ground.

His forces still lacked several Heavenly Fate Realm Ghost Kings, as he'd kept constantly mobile, denying those Heavenly Fate Realm Ghost Kings any opportunity to strike him down.

Presently, he lingered here deliberately, awaiting the arrival of those Heavenly Fate Realm Ghost Kings to hunt him.

Thankfully, upon reaching Heavenly Fate Realm, his spacetime comprehension had surged forward, ideal for testing against these formidable adversaries.

Yang Chen's vigil proved brief.

Merely days later, he perceived the disturbances.

A sly curve lifted Yang Chen's lips into a grin: "They’re here."

All actions nearby fell firmly within his grasp. The Heavenly Fate Realm experts' approach was no different.

The moment his followers detected them, Yang Chen transmitted soul commands for restraint. He himself faded silently from view.

Upon resurfacing, Yang Chen positioned himself beyond this plane's cosmic starry expanse.

Perched amid the stars, he observed over a dozen Heavenly Fate Realm powerhouses stealthily encircling the plane.

"Fellow Daoists, stay vigilant. This Yang Chen has slipped our grasp repeatedly. Should he evade us once more, we may lack the words to report back."

"I can’t fathom what methods Yang Chen employed to mislead countless Netherworld kin, building an army beneath him. Utterly detestable. Without slaying him, our minds find no peace."

"Hmph, rest easy. Eleven of us assemble now to deploy the Sky-Roaming Net, sealing every escape for Yang Chen. He excels in spacetime, correct? Two among us will wield world power to lock down the ambient space. Watch how this brat flees then."

The assembled powerhouses plotted covertly, erecting arrays and unleashing world power to crush Yang Chen inside the plane.

Yet they remained oblivious that Yang Chen had already detected their schemes, lurking directly in their rear.

"Everyone, what’s this about? If targeting me is your goal, aiming that way seems rather misguided, no?" Yang Chen remarked with a grin, hands clasped behind his back.

"What?"

The cluster of powerhouses spun abruptly, faces etched with disbelief. How could they not reel in shock at Yang Chen's presence behind them?

Yang Chen grinned placidly, hands behind back, utterly at ease: "I overheard you all plotting my demise. With me right here, isn't it time to unleash your prowess?"

"Yang Chen, sly as ever, skulking outside beforehand. Think that saves you? None can shield you today." The Sky Annihilation Ghost King, nursing the bitterest grudge against Yang Chen, lunged to end him.

At this sight, the remaining Heavenly Fate Realm experts charged wildly toward Yang Chen without pause.

Yang Chen, of course, shunned any hasty confrontation.

A vast chasm separated early from mid Heavenly Fate Realm. His current might pitted against over a dozen mid-stage Heavenly Fate Realm foes spelled certain doom.

Yet direct clashes held no appeal for him against these titans. As they bore down, he wheeled and bolted back toward the plane.

With over a dozen Heavenly Fate Realm experts locked on and finally sighting Yang Chen, how could they permit escape? They unleashed full throttle in a mad chase, visages crimson with exertion.

Yang Chen's velocity was no mystery to them—a momentary slip might lose him forever. Thus, they dared not slacken.

Nevertheless, regardless of their caution or blistering pace, scarcely a dozen breaths into the pursuit, Yang Chen's presence evaporated anew.

This ignited the powerhouses' wrath: "Damnable Yang Chen! Even sans your death, we'll obliterate this realm and slaughter every minion you've toiled to assemble."

"Huh? No rush—there, Yang Chen! Pursue!" One Heavenly Fate Realm Ghost King glimpsed Yang Chen fleeing ahead and dashed after without utterance.

The instant he gave chase, his form winked out, baffling the rest who sensed foul play.

"Did any of you spot Yang Chen?"

"No."

"What caught Dongheng Ghost King's eye? Why'd he vanish so abruptly?"

The Ghost Kings gawked at one another in dismay, detecting the warped environs yet blind to the precise anomaly.

Simultaneously, Dongheng Ghost King, hot on the trail, materialized in a barren starry void.

He scanned frantically, horror twisting his features, clueless to the turn: "What’s happening? Where is everyone?"

Every other Ghost King had vanished, stranding him solo.

How could composure hold?

"Yang Chen—you did this, didn’t you!" Dongheng Ghost King roared in fury.

"Impressive deduction, Your Excellency. Correct—it was me." Yang Chen chuckled lightly, his form coalescing from spacetime alongside the laugh.

"As suspected—you, Yang Chen! What sorcery is this?" Dongheng Ghost King snarled lowly.

Yang Chen beamed serenely: "Space-Time Maze, my fresh creation. Clearly, it performs admirably."

Truth be told, the Space-Time Maze technique had dawned on him during Divine Night Sect seclusion, sparked while probing the Azure Pattern Domain.

Prior to this, he'd encountered no spacetime Dao techniques, rarities beyond measure. Hence, self-invention and refinement became his path.