The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3362 - 3357: Spirit of the Firefox_1

Should Yang Chen have truly failed on the seventh level, numerous individuals would have delighted in his downfall.

Meanwhile, inside the Secret Realm, Yang Chen gazed ahead with a composed demeanor, betraying no hint of emotion.

To him, should the Law of Life and Death prove unable to contain the spirits, alternative methods would certainly emerge to address the issue.

Observing that the Law of Life and Death failed to hold back these souls, Yang Chen felt no astonishment. In truth, he had never intended to conquer the entire challenge solely with the Law of Life and Death.

With the Laws ineffective against them now, Yang Chen wasted no time. He lifted his hand promptly and directed it toward the forefront.

"Go!"

Suddenly, a spirit shaped like a fox clutching a Plain Knife burst forth from Yang Chen’s sleeve.

This spirit expanded rapidly until it reached the size of an entire dwelling.

The instant this fox-shaped spirit materialized, it charged forward relentlessly. Its might was unstoppable, and the Plain Knife sliced through the souls effortlessly, as if carving through soft earth, dominating with ease.

A cluster of souls that had seemed unbreakable were obliterated in a flash by this fox-like spirit right then!

Yang Chen, on the other hand, kept his face impassive, seemingly untouched by the spectacle.

He advanced steadily and pressed onward. Before long, he had vanished into the eighth level.

Yet, every action he performed on the seventh level was witnessed clearly by all observers, the image lingering vividly. To this day, countless people remained trapped in that moment, unable to recover.

Those who had hoped for Yang Chen’s humiliation and savored his supposed defeat were forced to silence themselves.

Through his deeds, Yang Chen demonstrated that exceeding the boundaries of the Heavenly Boundary Realm was far more than mere rhetoric.

From the very appearance of this fox-shaped spirit, Yang Chen’s progress through the Jingling Secret Realm became utterly unstoppable.

While many spectators were still lost in the marvel of Yang Chen’s triumph on the seventh level, he needed only a handful of breaths to conquer the eighth.

The Secret Realm’s projection shimmered, and Yang Chen had stepped into the ninth level.

Stunned, terrified, and in turmoil!

The gathered audience at the venue found themselves so overwhelmed by the display that words escaped them.

They might have tolerated the seventh level, but Yang Chen had breezed through the eighth in moments. Was this man even mortal?

The typically serene Nine Stars King and Silver City both tightened their gazes at that juncture, rendered mute by the spectacle unfolding before them.

They had sought to rival Yang Chen, to curb his rising tide, and to teach him the perils of challenging their Grand Abyss Palace!

But what had come of it?

Yang Chen had swiftly cleared the eighth level. What an astonishing feat that represented!

Anxiety gripped Nine Stars King’s heart. He had started with poise and resolve, yet now uncertainty clouded his ability to triumph over Yang Chen.

For the first time, he realized that Yang Chen’s earlier words, "I have to remind you," were no jest. They served as a grave caution: should Yang Chen forge ahead, Nine Stars King might find no opportunity to prevail!

Could he reach the eighth level?

Nine Stars King held no assurance. He was certain of conquering the seventh, but advancing to the eighth remained doubtful, lacking firm belief. He understood that beyond the seventh, the eighth posed far greater trials.

Inwardly, he could only beseech, "This young man must be halted at the eighth level, no further than that!"

Yet, his faltering conviction foreshadowed a harsh reality.

For Yang Chen lingered briefly on the eighth level before proceeding to the ninth.

Astonishment, utter astonishment! It erupted like a tempest, engulfing the entire gathering and enduring relentlessly, refusing to fade.

Silver City and his followers experienced a whirlwind of emotions in that instant. A profound sense of helplessness welled up within them.

And in Silver City’s eyes, a flicker of malice surfaced.

He recognized the necessity for action.

Because failing to eliminate such a formidable presence promptly would invite inevitable catastrophe, a monumental one at that!

In his mind, schemes already began to form.

Only Jiang Qi Feng, recovering from his initial shock, burst into laughter: "This Yang Chen truly is a remarkable figure."

Yang Chen remained oblivious to all this. He pressed on through the Secret Realm, unaware that he had now reached the ninth level.

Upon entering the ninth level, Yang Chen sensed the distinct nature of the souls here compared to those in prior areas.

"It appears my decision to enter the Jingling Secret Realm was wise," Yang Chen remarked, a grin tugging at his lips.

He had selected the Jingling Secret Realm precisely for its abundance of altered souls, granting him a clear edge.

Had it been another trial, even reaching the ninth might have proven far more arduous than his current ease.

His relaxed state owed entirely to this fox-like spirit.

This spirit bore the name Spirit of the Firefox.

Similar to the Crimson Ox Soul, the Spirit of the Firefox was a creation forged by Yang Chen through the Law of Life and Death.

Nevertheless, the scope and potency of his crafting vastly outstripped those within the Jingling Secret Realm. While Ye Shan Dao Ancestor reshaped souls via the Soul Law, Yang Chen lacked that Law. He instead utilized remnant essence and the Law of Life and Death as the foundation to birth them.

In terms of raw power, the souls born from Yang Chen’s efforts fell short of Ye Shan Dao Ancestor’s transformations.

But regarding their specialized impacts, the narrative shifted dramatically.

In crafting the Spirit of the Firefox and the Crimson Ox Soul, Yang Chen assigned distinct roles. The Crimson Ox Soul served to quell Ghost Qi, whereas the Spirit of the Firefox was tailored to lash at souls, exerting a phenomenal suppressive influence over them.

Yang Chen had originally devised them to counter the Netherworld Yin Souls, yet they proved equally potent against these spectral foes.

"Regrettably, this Spirit of the Firefox remains merely a prototype. It handles these souls adequately, but its efficacy against the Netherworld Yin Souls remains uncertain," Yang Chen murmured with a shake of his head.

Indeed, the Spirit of the Firefox was still in its incomplete form.

It was exactly this unfinished nature that brought challenges on the ninth level, as evident presently.

Wielding the Plain Knife, the Spirit of the Firefox tore through the throng of souls. Yet it no longer unleashed the overwhelming dominance of earlier, managing to dispel only around a dozen at once.

Though this display still awed the mighty observers, it fell somewhat short of Yang Chen’s expectations.

From behind, Yang Chen gave a slight shake of his head, and upon noting the Spirit of the Firefox’s limited impact, he struck it decisively with an open palm.