The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3189 - 3184: Yang Chen’s Killing Intent_1

Mo Wanchou’s gaze was equally narrow and frigid.

To him, Yang Chen was already a corpse; how could a dead man compete with him? The very idea was preposterous.

Lin Tianyi, known for his volatile temper, had been suppressing his fury since their time in Shi Ye City. Finally reaching his limit, he snapped, "Hmph, Daoist friend Mo, your prowess isn't lacking, but when compared to Yang Chen, it shouldn’t be hard to discern who is truly superior."

Mo Wanchou replied with a lazy drawl, "Elder Lin, you are mistaken. Combat is often a matter of elemental restraint. Just because I struggled against Xuan Zhen while Yang Chen managed to kill him does not prove I am his inferior. Furthermore, I possess considerable confidence in my ability to face Yang Chen. I have held the top rank of the Daluo Celestial Stele for many years, after all, and Yang Chen never truly managed to seize that prestigious position from me."

Since Yang Chen was dead, Mo Wanchou felt he could say whatever he pleased without fear of the man returning to life to challenge his claims.

Lin Tianyi trembled with rage, his expression one of pure fury. This Mo Wanchou was truly devoid of shame. "Fine, have it your way. But Yang Chen was always a man of calm and reason; he would never have done something as reckless as taking on ten enemies alone."

"What exactly are you implying, Daoist friend Lin?" Mo Wanchou asked, his eyes narrowing further.

"What am I saying? Mo Wanchou, could Yang Chen’s death be linked to your actions?" Lin Tianyi bellowed.

Han Bo also felt something was amiss. Both he and Lin Tianyi were well aware of Yang Chen’s composed nature, making Mo Wanchou’s version of events difficult to swallow.

In contrast, Mo Wanchou’s words seemed layered with hidden agendas.

Lin Tianyi was now certain that Mo Wanchou had played a part in the youth's disappearance.

"Ridiculous! What are you suggesting? Are you claiming my Young Master harmed Yang Chen?"

"Cease these baseless slanders and accusations at once."

Despite his internal alarm at being exposed, Mo Wanchou kept his gaze sharp and cold.

He refused to confess, no matter the pressure. With a chilling smirk, he said, "Lin Tianyi, Han Bo, I understand your grief. However, without proof or witnesses, do not dare to make wild assumptions and blame me for Yang Chen's end. You require evidence. Without it, your words are nothing but empty noise, and I will conclude you are simply looking to cause trouble for me, Mo Mou."

King Bai Ku felt compelled to intervene. Regardless of the truth, Mo Wanchou represented the Grand Abyss Palace, and their prestige was on the line.

If this escalated into a major scandal, the consequences for the Grand Abyss Palace would be dire. He spoke up, "Gentlemen, please settle down. Such claims require proof. Our Young Master would have no motive to commit such an act."

"No motive?"

Just as the two factions were on the verge of further conflict, a voice echoed from nearby.

"Do you require proof? Then let me ask—does my presence, Yang Mou, serve as enough evidence?" As the words rang out, a figure descended from the heavens.

It was undeniably Yang Chen himself.

The moment he appeared, everyone stood frozen in utter shock.

"Yang Chen!"

Mo Wanchou was the most shaken of all. Seeing Yang Chen was like encountering a restless spirit. He stumbled back a step, his finger shaking as he pointed. "Yang... Yang Chen! You... how are you still among the living!"

Yang Chen replied with icy venom, "Mo Wanchou, you have the audacity to ask why I live? It was your hand that cast me into such a wretched state."

"Brother Yang Chen, what is the meaning of this? My Young Master harmed you? Surely there must be a misunderstanding?" King Bai Ku’s expression soured as he desperately tried to pacify Yang Chen, fearing for the Grand Abyss Palace’s reputation.

Yang Chen had been observing from the shadows for some time, waiting to hear Mo Wanchou’s lies. Now, burning with indignation, he let out a cold laugh. "A misunderstanding? King Bai Ku, let me recount the facts. After my exhausting fight with Xuan Jie, Mo Wanchou requested my aid. I went to battle the Cloud-dwelling Clan for him. Yet, while I was weakened from my previous clash, Mo Wanchou seized the moment to betray me, casting me into the depths of Mo Xin Lake. You tell me—is that a misunderstanding?"

As he spoke, the members of the three major sects heard every damning detail.

"What!"

"How is this possible? Mo Wanchou actually committed such a foul act?"

"Mo Wanchou claimed the Cloud-dwelling Clan was responsible for Yang Chen’s fate, but it was him all along?"

"I doubted the Cloud-dwelling Clan had the power to do it! Could it truly be Mo Wanchou?"

Many turned their gazes toward Mo Wanchou, their eyes filled with loathing.

King Bai Ku was left speechless by Yang Chen’s declaration. Meanwhile, Mo Wanchou continued to retreat under Yang Chen’s intense stare, swallowing hard. "Yang Chen, do not cast such baseless slurs. You need proof for such claims. You say I struck you, but who saw it? Was there a single witness?"

King Bai Ku and King Jin Jue quickly stepped forward to mediate. "Brother Yang Chen, there must be some error here. Without concrete evidence, perhaps it is best to let this go. The Grand Abyss Palace will surely provide you with generous compensation. What do you say?"

King Bai Ku was no fool; he knew Mo Wanchou was likely guilty, given Yang Chen’s intense fury.

They intended to hide behind the lack of witnesses and use bribes to silence Yang Chen, assuming he would be sensible enough to take the deal.

They believed that no matter how gifted Yang Chen was, he was a solitary Cultivator who wouldn't dare challenge the might of the Grand Abyss Palace.

However, they had drastically miscalculated Yang Chen’s resolve.

"Mo Wanchou, I have no witnesses. But I, Yang Chen, do not require evidence to act. Since you recently boasted of your chances of defeating me, why don't we settle this now? Let us have a little duel," Yang Chen suggested coldly.

Realizing a confrontation was unavoidable, Mo Wanchou felt his scalp tingle with fear. He roared, "Yang Chen, do not push me! Do you truly believe I fear you?"

He still held the Ten Power Rod; he believed it gave him the edge.

He immediately brandished his staff, pointing it at Yang Chen as the aura of a Heavenly Fate Realm expert erupted.

While a Heavenly Fate Realm expert couldn't act with total impunity in the depths of Bi Shuangxing, a single focused strike was still devastating.

Usually, sealing a Heavenly Fate Realm attack into a Ten Power Rod was rare, as it required a Cultivator to sacrifice part of their own power—a self-harming act few would perform.

But Mo Wanchou was the exception. With this weapon, he felt he had nothing to fear from Yang Chen.

The overwhelming pressure of the Heavenly Fate Realm began to saturate the air.

"Yang Chen, go to your grave!" Mo Wanchou screamed.

He knew that using borrowed Heavenly Fate Realm power to win wasn't honorable, but he didn't care.

As long as he emerged victorious, no one would dare question him.

Yet, the moment the Ten Power Rod was activated, Yang Chen vanished from sight.

Mo Wanchou blinked in confusion at the empty space, only to realize Yang Chen had already moved behind him.

Suddenly, dozens of streaks of Deathly Silent Black Wind swept in from the distance, encircling Mo Wanchou and launching a relentless assault from every angle, completely pinning him down.