The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3479 - 3474: Two Zhang Xuelians_1

A sudden chill coursed through Broken Wind's body, as if a terrifying entity had fixated on him in an instant. This formidable presence instilled a profound sense of despair within him.

Despite being a prodigy of the Spirit God Race and facing someone from an ordinary background in the mid-stage of the Destiny Realm, Broken Wind, sweating profusely, knew he shouldn't be experiencing such sheer terror. He mused that even confronting someone in the late stage of the Destiny Realm wouldn't evoke such a reaction. Yet, this overwhelming aura clearly did not originate from the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

Broken Wind's voice dropped to a low tone, "Whoever is there, if you've arrived, hiding serves no purpose."

The individual who had arrived was none other than Yang Chen, drawn by the disturbance he had sensed.

Upon seeing Zhang Xuelian unharmed, Yang Chen let out a sigh of relief. However, Zhang Xuelian's gentle smile struck him as somewhat perplexing.

After all, Zhang Xuelian had never offered such a smile before. Yang Chen's brow furrowed, his expression growing serious. While he was puzzled, it seemed there was no time to dwell on such matters.

Addressing the immediate situation was paramount.

"Yang Chen!"

Upon seeing Yang Chen, Broken Wind's pupils constricted, his face betraying a mix of horror and disbelief.

Yang Chen offered a slight smile, "The Spirit God Race? You certainly possess a remarkable audacity."

"Yang Chen, how did you get here?" Broken Wind demanded fiercely.

Yang Chen clasped his hands behind his back, "It seems redundant for me to explain my presence to you. However, observing you, it appears you hold a considerable fear of me."

Yang Chen was aware that he had already become quite notorious among the Spirit God Race.

Broken Wind's apprehension was precisely as Yang Chen surmised, but admitting it was out of the question. Facing off against Yang Chen, he understood there was no possibility of reconciliation.

The conflict was a matter of life and death between the Spirit God Race and Yang Chen.

"Yang Chen, who do you think you are? While I don't know how you managed to enter the Destiny Realm, not long ago..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Chen's power erupted abruptly, "Not long ago, I was still in the Heaven-separated Realm, wasn't I?"

"How is that possible?" Broken Wind exclaimed, his face etched with shock.

As he perceived Yang Chen's aura, he realized it had already ascended to the late stage of the Destiny Realm.

A rare powerhouse of the World Life Stage.

"You, how did you reach the late stage of the Destiny Realm? How is this even possible?" Broken Wind's face was a mask of utter astonishment.

Yang Chen scoffed, devoid of any intention to waste time explaining himself to a member of the Spirit God Race.

"Die."

Yang Chen clenched his fist, and in a flash, the world's power surged forth, completely engulfing Broken Wind and all the formidable fighters from the Spirit God Race.

Sensing Yang Chen's cultivation at the late stage of the Destiny Realm, Broken Wind understood the gravity of his predicament and attempted to flee. Yet, by the time the thought of escape crossed his mind, it was already too late.

Yang Chen's dominion over the world's power acted as an insurmountable barrier; once unleashed, they were utterly incapable of resistance or retaliation. Escape was simply not an option.

"No, this is bad!" Broken Wind felt his body slipping from his control. Under the crushing might of Yang Chen's world power, he couldn't endure.

When he regained his senses, the other elites of the Spirit God Race had already perished, their bodies disintegrating. He remained as the sole survivor.

Bang.

Blood erupted profusely as Broken Wind's corpse exploded on the spot. Under Yang Chen's absolute control, these experts of the Destiny Realm couldn't muster even a semblance of a fight.

Turning his attention back to Zhang Xuelian, she maintained the same serene smile. However, a closer inspection revealed a subtle undercurrent of surprise and relief in her eyes.

"Zhang Xuelian, are you unharmed?" Yang Chen inquired gently, turning towards her.

"Do I appear to be in distress? Even if I were, it seems you've arrived at a most opportune moment," Zhang Xuelian replied with a smile.

Yang Chen observed her intently, noticing an undeniable strangeness about her smile.

"You... you're not Zhang Xuelian, are you?" Yang Chen questioned, his voice deepening.

Zhang Xuelian had always been characterized by her icy demeanor, rarely smiling or engaging in casual conversation. Yet, the woman before him displayed a remarkably warm and approachable smile, tinged with a hint of allure.

This unexpected disposition brought another woman to his mind...

"I am, of course, Zhang Xuelian," the woman replied with a captivating smile.

"Impossible, you are Hua Wanru, aren't you?" Yang Chen stated solemnly, "You... how can this be?"

"You seem quite worried. Take a look at this," Zhang Xuelian said, holding a sphere of light and extending it towards Yang Chen. Yang Chen accepted the sphere, and a flood of memories entered his mind, instantly clarifying everything.

"So that's how it is," Yang Chen murmured.

Not long ago, when Zhang Xuelian was in distress, Hua Wanru arrived at this location, bearing the corpse of the King of Joyful Sound, and found Zhang Xuelian.

Hua Wanru made the voluntary choice to merge with Zhang Xuelian. However, this union was not the simple one-becomes-one scenario Yang Chen had anticipated.

Instead, it resulted in two distinct personalities.

Zhang Xuelian embodied the day, while Hua Wanru represented the night. Upon merging, they became the Chosen One, their powers soaring beyond the limitations of the Heaven-separated Realm, ascending to the Destiny Realm and consequently drawing Heaven's Tribulation.

This revelation prompted Yang Chen to question, "When did you willingly agree to merge with Zhang Xuelian?"

Gazing at the sky, Hua Wanru paused before softly replying, "I haven't entirely figured it out myself. I simply didn't want to cause you further distress. Instead of constantly running around, merging with Zhang Xuelian seemed the better course. The outcome, however, is quite unexpected. I never imagined I'd be able to face you with my own consciousness again. Now, I am her, and she is me. She stands for the day, and I, the night. I remain her opposite."

Yang Chen found himself momentarily bewildered; the circumstance was indeed peculiar.

"Actually, it makes little difference to me. The night is precisely the right time for carrying out good deeds. It's just that I worry about the daytime personality; she might not let you off easily. Hahaha." Hua Wanru let out a charming laugh.

Shaking his head, Yang Chen redirected the conversation, "Alright, let's discuss important matters. Why did Zhang Xuelian come here?"

Hua Wanru responded, "Because she intended to pave the way for you. Her arrival here was part of her long-term plan. I won't claim credit for her efforts. Daylight is fast approaching, and I must rest now."

With their conversation concluded, she casually sat down on the ground.

And indeed, daylight arrived swiftly.

The sun's rays shone brilliantly. When Yang Chen looked at Zhang Xuelian once more, she had already risen. The typically cold and aloof Zhang Xuelian, now standing, made no mention of Hua Wanru's affair. Her gaze met Yang Chen's, her red lips parting slightly in a gentle tone, "Yang Chen, follow me."