The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3294 - 3289: Zhou Yiming’s Gamble_1

In a sudden flicker, the bodies of both Ghost Kings exploded into clouds of dark mist simultaneously.

Within moments, the strikes from Ling Huansha and his companions came crashing down, all directed at the duo of Ghost Kings.

Yet, the two Ghost Kings were no longer where they had been. Only wisps of black smoke lingered in their spots, now torn apart by the group's assaults.

As the dark mist faded away, the pair of Ghost Kings had already fled to a distant location.

This scene sent chills crawling up the spines of Ling Huansha and the rest.

"This is bad, those two Ghost Kings are attempting to flee. Pursue them at once—we cannot allow their escape!"

Panic stirred in the minds of several powerhouses. Their strategy had been to eliminate the two Ghost Kings; without slaying them, how could they possibly rescue the captives?

After all, should the two Ghost Kings slip away, the information would inevitably spread, and their own survival would hang in the balance.

As they gave chase, their hearts pounded with heightened anxiety. They weren't fools. It was obvious the two Ghost Kings had employed a hidden method to create a vast gap, rendering pursuit a challenging endeavor.

"Hmph, daring to slay us?" The Hun Dao Ghost King growled in fury: "As soon as we break free, issue the Soul Devouring Order right away, call upon a handful of Ghost King powerhouses to descend and eradicate these fools. We'll ensure they have nowhere to run."

While the two Ghost Kings conversed, a silhouette suddenly materialized right before them.

That individual was none other than Yang Chen.

Yang Chen's appearance blocking the path of the two Ghost Kings also granted Ling Huansha and the others, who were filled with alarm, a moment to catch their breath. They had felt utterly helpless, never anticipating that Yang Chen would intervene and halt the fleeing duo.

This occurrence further diminished their doubts about Yang Chen's reliability.

"Taoist Yang Chen, block their path," Ling Huansha said through clenched teeth.

The two Ghost Kings, now obstructed by Yang Chen, erupted in rage and bellowed, "You insolent whelp, courting death—scram!"

Both Ghost Kings lunged forward at once, aiming to shatter Yang Chen's defense and end his life.

Yet, Yang Chen stood firm like an unyielding peak, unleashing his domain completely.

On this occasion, the domain he activated wasn't the Earth Domain, but some mysterious alternative realm.

The instant this domain expanded and enveloped the two Ghost Kings, they sensed invisible colossal grips tightening around their throats, choking their breath and rendering their forms immobile.

Next, with a casual flick of his wrist, Yang Chen altered the Laws within his grasp, summoning a massive hand that seized them from opposite sides. A swift clap later, the two Ghost Kings vanished into oblivion right there.

Utterly destroyed, erased without a remnant.

By then, Ling Huansha and his group had caught up. Witnessing Yang Chen's techniques, Ling Huansha and the others gaped in astonishment, unable to believe how he had dispatched two Ghost Kings so decisively.

"Looks like those two Ghost Kings suffered heavy wounds from our earlier assault, then resorted to forbidden arts during their flight, draining their vitality completely, leaving them without further defenses."

"Seems that way; what an easy demise for such villains." The cultivators murmured among themselves. Though shocked at first, they soon rationalized it, concluding that Yang Chen's apparent ease stemmed from the Ghost Kings being weakened by their prior efforts.

Only Ling Huansha and Zhou Yiming gazed at Yang Chen with a peculiar spark in their eyes, sensing something profoundly unusual.

With the two Ghost Kings now vanquished, Yang Chen gestured to retract the isolated dimension.

This confrontation had evaded detection by outsiders, precisely the outcome Yang Chen had intended.

As the assembled powerhouses touched down, Yang Chen spoke calmly, "My friends, it's time to proceed with my strategy. I'll just need to borrow Brother Zhou's assistance for a bit."

"We hold no objections, though it hinges on Brother Zhou's consent. Should Brother Zhou reject your bold scheme, we'll naturally escort him away." Taoist Han replied steadily.

In his view, the odds of Zhou Yiming accepting were slim. If Zhou Yiming refused, they'd depart with him. Regarding Yang Chen's pursuits?

In any case, the two Ghost Kings were already slain, rendering Yang Chen's outlandish notions irrelevant to them.

Surprisingly, however, Zhou Yiming pondered briefly before stating, "Taoist Yang Chen, shall we discuss this in private? I'd like to learn the details of your proposed plan."

His statement left the others stunned, pondering Zhou Yiming's intentions. Was he truly entertaining the possibility that Yang Chen's audacious notions might succeed?

Amid their musings, Yang Chen had already guided Zhou Yiming back inside the temple.

Once there, Zhou Yiming inquired, "Taoist Yang Chen, tell me precisely what you intend. Lure all those Ghost Kings here and annihilate them? Is that within your power?"

"What does Brother Zhou make of my capabilities?" Yang Chen inquired with a grin.

"Had I doubted your prowess, I wouldn't be here. It's merely... the notion strains belief." Zhou Yiming furrowed his brow.

Yang Chen offered a subtle smile, "That leaves it to Brother Zhou's judgment. I can assure you this: my goal is to eradicate the Gate of Life and Death entirely, dismantle Calamity City and the Unfounded Black Hole. Additionally, I'll probe the locations of the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Fire Clan and Wan Qiuying. Concerning the Polar Space Essence, I'll secure whatever's available. Doesn't that sound even more improbable than assembling those Ghost Kings?"

"This..." Zhou Yiming initially believed Yang Chen sufficiently reckless, yet discovered his ambitions far exceeded expectations.

Yang Chen chuckled, "Thus, Brother Zhou, the decision rests with you. If you deem it worthwhile to wager on me, you might reap rewards surpassing your wildest dreams."

Further persuasion on whether Zhou Yiming would consent proved pointless; the matter was his to resolve.

Zhou Yiming sank into contemplation.

He reflected on Yang Chen's display when dispatching the two Ghost Kings.

The other cultivators alongside Ling Huansha merely assumed the duo had depleted their reserves and lacked countermeasures. Yet, having clashed with these Ghost Kings for years, how could he be ignorant of their capabilities?

Would secret arts truly leave them defenseless? Impossible.

Yang Chen had subdued and slain them through sheer personal might, with barely any exertion.

Who else possessed such skill?

Not him. No chance.

"I... will stake it all," Zhou Yiming balled his fist.

Yang Chen's face lit with a grin, "Soon enough, Brother Zhou, you'll realize your decision was spot on."

Having secured Zhou Yiming's agreement, the man himself felt his audacity surge, tinged with fleeting remorse. But with commitment made, withdrawal was off the table.

Besides, his hatred for the Netherworld ran bone-deep. Presented with an opportunity—no, even a faint prospect—he resolved to seize the bet.