The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3335 - 3330: Taking Action Afterward_1

"You're correct; we must not treat this lightly and ought to prepare for the worst-case scenario," Yang Chen declared.

Bao Lu let out a relieved breath, believing she had swayed Yang Chen's opinion. She continued, "That's precisely why fleeing now seems like our smartest option."

Yang Chen gazed at Bao Lu, chuckled, and shook his head: "Hold on just a second!"

"What more do you intend to do?" Bao Lu fixed her stare on Yang Chen.

Yang Chen spoke with composure: "Suppose I assure you that I could at least defend myself from the Four-sided Ghost King, though victory in combat isn't guaranteed—what would you say to that?"

His statement caused Bao Lu to hesitate: "Do you mean it? You believe you can flee without harm from the Four-sided Ghost King? Yet you witnessed his formidable strength and might earlier."

Yang Chen nodded once more: "Naturally, I observed it all distinctly."

"Yet you still insist you can slip away from him unscathed?" Bao Lu's eyes widened in astonishment as she regarded him.

Yang Chen grinned and responded: "To be honest, prior to encountering Xing Tong, my assurance was lacking. But at this point, I possess it."

Bao Lu found herself completely baffled by Yang Chen's vague declaration.

The events unfolding between Yang Chen and Xing Tong were truly baffling, leaving her with an unrelenting curiosity about their interaction.

Bao Lu peered intently into Yang Chen's eyes, puzzled by the source of his bold assurance and firm belief that he could break free from the Four-sided Ghost King's grasp.

Still, she recognized that Yang Chen wasn't one to fabricate tales or exaggerate without cause.

Given his assertion, it was clear he held some secret aces and faith in his own prowess.

Considering this, Bao Lu remarked: "Fine, Yang Chen, avoid overestimating your capabilities. We're friends, you and I, and I refuse to lose allies, especially not someone like you. Without solid confidence, please refrain from acting."

Yang Chen offered a faint smile. He viewed Bao Lu as a true friend, mirroring her sentiment toward him.

This mutual bond was the very reason he sought to aid her from the start.

"Rest easy." Yang Chen directed his gaze forward, his eyes steady and brimming with resolve.

Such an expression clearly indicated he was entirely serious.

"What's your intended approach?" Bao Lu inquired with interest.

"In your view, what's the optimal path forward?" Yang Chen countered with his own query.

After a brief reflection, Bao Lu whispered: "Rescuing my comrades first strikes me as wiser. Should we free them, you'd gain additional support. Even if exposure follows, our odds of extracting Yue Xingzhenren would rise dramatically."

Yang Chen shook his head inevitably: "Your notion isn't flawed, yet they harbor no trust in me, nor do I in them."

"Care to explain?" Bao Lu failed to grasp his point.

Yang Chen gave a slight shake of his head, reminiscing about Qian Li and the rest's demeanor toward him. Rather than respond, he abruptly disappeared from sight in an instant.

He possessed his unique strategy and tactics.

Prioritizing Yue Xingzhenren's rescue formed the core of his approach.

Given the present circumstances, the Four-sided Ghost King had freshly seized a band of captives and lounged in ease, convinced he'd netted them all at once. He couldn't foresee two figures lurking undetected in the darkness.

He least anticipated that, despite beholding his dread-inducing might, those two would boldly step in to meddle with this nightmarish affair.

This very complacency created a window. With the Four-sided Ghost King at ease and no longer vigilantly overseeing Yue Xingzhenren personally, the prospects for his liberation multiplied manifold.

Thus resolved, Yang Chen employed spacetime manipulation to reach a secluded spot beyond the formation.

Posing as a spectral being and merging with them offered a solid tactic.

Yet his command over spacetime proved superior.

From his concealed position in the gloom, Yang Chen observed the ensnared experts, their gazes rife with dread and alarm. Death's embrace they might endure, but live capture's humiliation they could not.

In the clutches of these Netherworld specters, fates unknown loomed. As ancient entities spanning endless ages, they could infer grim possibilities.

Fu Xuanbing, Qian Li, and those once-fierce powerhouses now bore eyes shadowed by panic.

Regret gnawed at every one for venturing here. Had impulsiveness not guided them before, this perilous bind might have been evaded.

Yang Chen eyed this group and shook his head ruefully. Saving these experts held no appeal for him.

That said, 'Ming Hu' had shown him notable kindness.

Though ultimately, Ming Hu nursed some resentment toward him for his initial reluctance to strike, that stemmed from his hesitation.

Overall, Ming Hu's faith in him had led her to guide him into the Ice and Fire Phoenix Clan's domain. Thus, omitting her rescue appeared unjustifiable.

Initially, he aimed to extract Yue Xingzhenren ahead, then liberate Ming Hu later—after all, her salvation could wait.

Unexpectedly, a nearer look revealed faint flames enveloping Ming Hu's form. Through Yang Chen's sharp sight, he swiftly deduced her suicide attempt.

This sight stunned Yang Chen, inwardly noting how Ming Hu's mild facade hid a ruthless resolve. Faced with recapture, she chose self-inflicted death.

Yet it rang true, marking her second ensnarement, likely sealing her fatalistic outlook.

Helplessness washed over Yang Chen, noting the sparse ghostly sentinels around. The majority reveled in feasting and triumphant revelry. The prisoners' lives drew scant concern.

Urgency compelled Yang Chen's swift move. In a heartbeat, spacetime manipulation whisked him right beneath Ming Hu.

Next, by reshaping the ambient space via spacetime, he rendered his presence undetectable to souls.

"Fellow Daoist Ming Hu, hold off on ending it all. Remain here; I'll return to free you!" Yang Chen urged.

His voice sent a subtle quiver through Ming Hu's lithe frame. She hadn't foreseen salvation's call just as suicide beckoned.

Her allies, hope forsaken, had ignored her desperate bid.

Attuning her ears, she recognized the voice's warmth—it belonged to Yang Chen.

"Is that... Brother Yang Chen?" Ming Hu queried in disbelief.

Yang Chen answered steadily: "Indeed, it's me."

Ming Hu's lips parted in surprise, joy spilling forth uncontrollably: "Brother Yang Chen, how... how have you arrived? Weren't you against joining...?"

"I merely declined traveling with the others." Yang Chen maintained his calm: "Truth be told, Ming Hu, you realize this venture was overly hasty. Greater numbers only hinder success. Doesn't today's chaos bear that out?"