The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3188 - 3183: Excuses and Explanations?_1

Upon surfacing from the depths of Mo Xin Lake, Yang Chen scanned his surroundings and confirmed his suspicions: the chaotic struggle had reached its conclusion.

The area was deserted, as both the human cultivators and the alien races had already departed. The fierce contest for the Seven-colored Colored Glaze Mine had finally drawn to a definitive close.

Activating his Lingxi Divine Pupil, Yang Chen scanned the vicinity but found no signs of life. However, judging by the fresh scars of battle etched into the landscape, the clashes between the various clans had occurred recently; they likely hadn't made their way back to Bi Shuangxing just yet.

“My timing appears to be ideal; I should be able to overtake them,” Yang Chen muttered. He closed his eyes for a brief moment of stillness before snapping them open once more.

Though his gaze seemed tranquil on the surface, it simmered with an intense, deadly intent.

It was a rare occurrence for him to be consumed by such fury. This time, he was resolute in his mission to end Mo Wanchou!

With a sudden flicker, Yang Chen vanished from his position, racing toward the horizon without leaving a single trace behind.

Just as Yang Chen suspected, the majority of the cultivators from the different clans were lingering. With the three-month deadline looming, they weren't rushing back. Instead, they scoured the area for the Seven-colored Colored Glaze Mine as they traveled, hoping a stroke of luck would lead them to another vein.

Many groups shared this mindset, including the human contingent.

“The human forces have gathered here...” Yang Chen noted, peering down from above.

At this moment, the Divine Night Sect, Heavenly Melody Mountain, and Grand Abyss Palace were situated in close proximity to one another. Exhaustion weighed heavily on everyone; they attempted to recover while slowly moving forward, occasionally digging into the walls in search of the Seven-colored Colored Glaze Mine.

However, the mood within the Divine Night Sect was far from celebratory compared to the other two groups.

Han Bo and Lin Tianyi were currently scowling, their bodies riddled with injuries they hadn't yet bothered to treat.

Not only had they failed to secure even a single fragment of the Seven-colored Colored Glaze Mine, but Yang Chen had also vanished without a trace.

Even though Yang Chen wasn't officially a member of the Divine Night Sect, they felt a deep connection to him. Both Han Bo and Lin Tianyi held his talents in high regard and felt a profound sense of admiration for him.

Furthermore, the Divine Night Sect owed much to Yang Chen’s assistance. They couldn't simply turn a blind eye to his disappearance; finding him was a matter of duty.

Without delay, Han Bo and Lin Tianyi began their inquiries, eventually tracking down Man Yunfei from Heavenly Melody Mountain.

“Young Master Man, is it true that you were operating alongside Brother Yang Chen this entire time?” Han Bo asked, his surprise evident.

“Indeed. Since Brother Yang Chen has gone missing, I see no reason to hide the truth any longer. He was with me the whole time, masking his identity to remain undetected. He stayed near Mo Xin Lake and eventually engaged Xuan Jie in combat, as you are all aware,” Man Yunfei clarified.

He felt a sense of helplessness, as the Seven-colored Colored Glaze Mine he had collected was still in Yang Chen’s possession.

However, because it seemed more likely that Yang Chen had run into trouble rather than absconded with the treasure, Man Yunfei kept that detail to himself.

Man Yunfei harbored great respect for Yang Chen and was sincerely distressed by his absence.

Han Bo spoke with a heavy tone, “I suspected as much, but we were too preoccupied with our own battles to monitor his duel closely. If Brother Yang Chen managed to survive an encounter with Xuan Jie before, he should have the means to protect himself now, shouldn't he?”

Man Yunfei nodded in agreement. “Certainly, Brother Yang Chen’s prowess is more than sufficient for self-preservation. To be honest, he actually succeeded in killing Xuan Jie.”

“What? He managed to kill Xuan Jie?” Both Han Bo and Lin Tianyi were visibly stunned.

“I witnessed it personally,” several disciples from Heavenly Melody Mountain chimed in.

“Brother Yang Chen is a true inspiration. Despite Xuan Jie’s immense power, he was no match for Yang Chen. The way he struck him down with that Wind and Thunder Sword is an image I won't soon forget.”

Many onlookers sighed, their voices filled with praise as they discussed the feat. To possess even a fraction of Yang Chen’s strength would be enough to die without regrets.

As Han Bo listened, he traded a concerned look with Lin Tianyi. The situation felt increasingly bizarre. “If that’s the case, Brother Yang Chen should be fine. Why has he vanished so mysteriously?”

“For the answer to that, we must look to Mo Wanchou. All I know is that after Brother Yang Chen finished off Xuan Jie, he left in Mo Wanchou’s company. I haven't seen a sign of him since,” Man Yunfei said, his brow furrowed in thought.

Having no love for Mo Wanchou, he was determined to uncover the truth behind Yang Chen’s disappearance.

“Mo Wanchou?”

Han Bo’s face darkened; his disdain for Mo Wanchou was plain to see.

Nevertheless, given Mo Wanchou’s high standing, he checked his temper and led the way toward the Grand Abyss Palace’s camp.

As they arrived, King Bai Ku and King Jin Jue of the Grand Abyss Palace looked on with confusion. “What brings Brother Han Bo here...?”

“Where is Daoist Friend Mo Wanchou? I have urgent business with him,” Han Bo stated firmly.

King Bai Ku appeared genuinely perplexed by the request.

Mo Wanchou then emerged from the group, wearing a bright, seemingly innocent smile. “Elder Han Bo, Elder Lin, how can I help you?”

He had anticipated their arrival the moment they began speaking with Man Yunfei, but he remained unbothered.

After all, who had proof?

Who had actually seen what happened?

Han Bo demanded, “Daoist Friend Mo, Yang Chen was last seen with you before he vanished. Surely you have some knowledge of this?”

At the mention of Yang Chen, Mo Wanchou’s demeanor shifted instantly into a mask of feigned sorrow. “Since the two Elders are asking about Yang Chen... I was actually preparing to discuss this with you. I simply didn't know how to break the news.”

“What are you implying?” Han Bo asked, his voice cold.

“After Brother Yang Chen slew Xuan Jie, his power seemed limitless. He insisted on helping me confront the Cloud-dwelling Clan to seize another Seven-colored Colored Glaze Mine. I assumed that since he could defeat Xuan Jie, the Cloud-dwelling Clan wouldn't pose a threat. I failed to realize that killing Xuan Jie had drained his Qi almost entirely, leaving him with barely a fraction of his strength. He attempted to take on ten opponents at once and was ultimately overwhelmed due to his own pride,” Mo Wanchou explained, putting on a convincing show of grief.

“And then? Even in such a state, Yang Chen should have been able to escape, right?” Han Bo pressed, his eyebrows knitting together.

Mo Wanchou gave a bitter sigh. “Elder Han Bo, Brother Yang Chen certainly had the skill to survive, but his overconfidence was his undoing. He was driven into Mo Xin Lake by the Cloud-dwelling Clan. That is why we haven't found a single trace of him.”

Han Bo recoiled as if struck, his heart sinking at the news.

Lin Tianyi, however, stood silently with his hands behind his back, sensing that something was fundamentally wrong.

Mo Wanchou’s personality had shifted strangely ever since they entered the subterranean levels of Bi Shuangxing.

Not only was he being uncharacteristically respectful by calling them 'Elders,' but if Yang Chen had truly perished, why had Mo Wanchou remained silent until he was questioned?

Shouldn't he have reported such a significant loss immediately?

Lin Tianyi spoke up with a chilling tone, “Mo Wanchou, Yang Chen is a master of space-time laws. Even the strongest Realmless experts of the Cloud-dwelling Clan couldn't hope to match you, let alone kill Yang Chen. Isn't your story a bit hard to believe?”

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting our Young Master is somehow beneath Yang Chen?” several of Mo Wanchou’s followers barked in indignation.