The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3278 - 3273: Fu Xuanbing’s Fury_1

Yang Chen had long mastered this kind of strategy.

Although he realized Fan Tian possessed numerous techniques yet to unleash, Yang Chen had no patience for witnessing more. He surprised his foe with a sudden spacetime suppression that, despite its fleeting duration, proved sufficient to end Fan Tian's life.

What about that ultimate secret weapon?

If the opportunity to activate it never arose, it simply didn't count as one.

With Fan Tian now slain, Yang Chen waved his hand casually, revealing beneath the mangled remains a glowing crimson item resembling a bull's horn.

This turned out to be the horn Fan Tian carried.

Unaware of its function, Yang Chen decided it was wise to store it away for the time being.

Fan Tian's demise left the remaining Flame Spirit Race warriors in complete dismay and chaos.

"This is bad—Sir Fan Tian has fallen!"

"Sir Fan Tian is gone; we must flee!"

Witnessing Fan Tian's defeat split the Flame Spirit Race group apart. While some recognized the dire circumstances and sought to retreat, others pressed on with the battle.

This chaos highlighted the weakness of fighting leaderless.

The burly, bearded Fu Xuanbing had been dominating effortlessly against a pair of Flame Spirit foes. Fan Tian's death only intensified the human forces' advantage, overwhelming the enemy even further.

In mere moments, the runners escaped while the wounded fell. The Flame Spirit Race contingent was swiftly eradicated.

A handful did manage to slip away, yet these survivors appeared insignificant, so Yang Chen dismissed them without concern.

Standing amid the scene, Yang Chen felt a surge of complex thoughts. Clashes near the Earth Spirit Hall evidently occurred often, drawing plenty of formidable experts.

Upon his initial arrival, he'd encountered multiple Heaven-separated Realm experts—figures scarce back in the Taiyuan Star System.

After all, combatants in the Universe Starry Sky typically boasted at least Heaven-separated Realm strength.

Battle concluded, onlookers gazed at Yang Chen in awe, uncertain about this unexpected powerhouse who'd dispatched the notorious Fan Tian.

Yet Yang Chen noticed a trace of pity in their stares, leaving him baffled about any misstep on his part.

Turning to Heng Ye, he saw the man approach and bow. "My gratitude, Daoist friend, for rescuing me. Might I learn your honorable name?"

"Yang Chen," Yang Chen responded.

"I'll commit that to memory." Heng Ye absorbed the name, etching it firmly in his thoughts, before pivoting and departing.

This abrupt exit left Yang Chen momentarily perplexed—was Heng Ye dismissing him so casually? Just a brief exchange, and he was gone?

Yang Chen had intended to inquire about the other Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes from him.

In his bewilderment, an elder approached Yang Chen with a warm smile. "Don't hold it against Heng Ye; his Plane fell to invaders recently, and his kin were either subjugated or slaughtered. He's the sole survivor of the Ice and Fire Heavenly Phoenix Royal Clan who escaped. In his shoes, I'd be equally withdrawn."

Yang Chen regarded the elder, whose bushy brows and wide eyes paired with a friendly demeanor, and replied, "I'm Yang Chen. And you, Daoist friend?"

"Call me Mo Wenfeng, old timer." The elder caressed his beard with a genial tone.

Yang Chen inclined his head. "Daoist friend Mo spoke of the Ice and Fire Sky Phoenix Daoist friend's Plane..."

"It's the Ice and Fire Star, their clan's dedicated Plane," Mo Wenfeng explained.

Yang Chen's eyes widened. "What led to the Ice and Fire Star's conquest?"

"A tale full of twists. Centuries back, the Netherworld seized it, embedding Gates of Life and Death throughout. Humans have attempted rescues multiple times, all in vain. The inhabitants of Ice and Fire Star suffer endlessly. We outsiders feel for them—imagine Heng Ye's pain as a royal clansman." Mo Wenfeng elaborated.

Enlightenment dawned on Yang Chen.

Yet this revelation stirred unease within him.

If Ice and Fire Star served as the homeland for Ice and Fire Sky Phoenixes, Bao Lu might hail from there too. With the place under occupation, was Bao Lu safe?

Troubled by this, Yang Chen hesitated to broach the topic with the unapproachable Heng Ye.

"Daoist friend Yang Chen, you strike me as a fresh face. You don't battle often in the Ancient Divine Realm, correct?" Mo Wenfeng inquired.

"Indeed, I'm from the Divine Night Sect, journeying here straight from the Taiyuan Star System," Yang Chen confirmed.

Mo Wenfeng's face lit up. "A core disciple of the Divine Night Sect! Your reputation precedes you."

"And you, Daoist friend Mo? From which place do you originate?" Yang Chen probed.

Mo Wenfeng sighed. "I'm out of Daming Star, a obscure Plane. Telling you, Daoist friend Yang Chen, likely means nothing— you've probably never heard of it. I've long yearned to join the Divine Night Sect, though they'd never accept an ordinary soul like me."

"Daoist friend Mo understates himself," Yang Chen remarked.

"Enough chatter, you two?"

As Yang Chen conversed with Mo Wenfeng, the bearded Fu Xuanbing had silently drawn near.

"Captain Fu." Mo Wenfeng eyed Fu Xuanbing briefly, then offered a deferential bow.

Fu Xuanbing's rank clearly commanded respect, radiating an innate aura of dominance.

True enough, his presence alone subdued others. Now, his glare fixed on Yang Chen as he bellowed, "You—Yang Chen?"

Facing Fu Xuanbing's furious scowl and hostile vibe, Yang Chen creased his brow. "That's me."

"Fan Tian was my mark! Do you grasp how long I've hunted him? Who gave you the right to interfere in my hunt and steal my prey?" Fu Xuanbing seethed with fury and resentment.

He'd declared Fan Tian off-limits, deterring all rivals, but this obscure newcomer Yang Chen had struck first. How could he contain his wrath?

Yang Chen had anticipated thanks for his aid, only to receive icy glares instead.

No surprise those spectators pitied him—they foresaw Fu Xuanbing's retaliation.

Internally sneering, Yang Chen offered no deference outwardly to Fu Xuanbing. "If Daoist friend Fu truly targeted Fan Tian and held the power to fell him, why let a newcomer like me claim the kill? Your odds against him couldn't have been slimmer than mine."

Fu Xuanbing found himself at a loss for words against Yang Chen's sharp retort. He had indeed faced chances aplenty, each foiled by his own missteps.

None foresaw Yang Chen dispatching the foe so effortlessly!

"Fine then, Yang Chen—I won't forget this. Here's your ultimatum: option one, oppose me; option two, hand over Fan Tian's horn. We'll call it even that way. Refuse, and don't fault me for rudeness!" Fu Xuanbing declared coldly.