The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3378 - 3373: The God-slaying Spear!_1

The Soul of the Red Bull and the Soul of the Fire Fox function as the twin armaments within Yang Chen’s domain of birth and death, with the former specializing in neutralizing Ghost Qi and the latter focusing on soul-based suppression.

A notable limitation, however, is that while the Red Bull’s Soul excels against Netherworld Ghosts, its effectiveness diminishes when pitted against Royal Spirit Gods like his current adversaries.

Nevertheless, Yang Chen never intended for these two spectral entities to be his primary executioners; his goal was merely to employ them to keep the two Royal Spirit Gods contained.

As he had calculated, even though these spirits were not specifically tailored for countering Royal Spirit Gods, manipulating them to stall for time within his space-time domain proved to be a simple task.

Han Tian and Di Zun found themselves gripped by sudden panic, failing to identify the nature of these two entities. Driven by instinctual dread, they instinctively unleashed their innate abilities to defend against the onslaught.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen remained at a distance, his expression composed as he watched his spirits obstruct Han Tian and Di Zun.

In the next instant, he grasped his spear, locking his focus onto one of the two targets.

"The God-slaying Spear is initiated," Yang Chen stated calmly.

The God-slaying Spear let out a whimper of reluctance, its voice vibrating with clear apprehension. "Young Master, must you resort to this maneuver once more?"

"I realize your hesitation," Yang Chen replied, "but we have run out of alternatives."

With a sigh of resignation, the God-slaying Spear conceded, "Very well, for the sake of my loyalty to the Young Master, I shall endure this agony."

Yang Chen’s lips curled into a smirk. "Stop the dramatics; you have reaped your fair share of benefits during times of peace."

As their exchange concluded, the spear began to shudder rhythmically.

Rapidly, the Spear Dao Intent flooded through the weapon, causing it to manifest in a far grander form than before.

An eerie, maniacal laughter erupted from the Slaughter God Spear, echoing through the air with a chilling cadence.

Without warning, Yang Chen locked onto Han Tian.

"God-slaying Spear!"

The moment he struck, Yang Chen vanished from his position. He moved with a velocity that defied description; in a flash of brilliant light, he had already materialized behind Han Tian.

Following the strike, Han Tian’s pupils dilated; he was granted no time to counter as his head was shattered, resulting in his immediate demise.

Di Zun stood frozen, shocked by the sudden turn of events.

All he had perceived was a crimson-hued flash of light, only to discover his comrade, a Royal Spirit God, lying lifeless at his feet.

"How can this be?" Di Zun gasped, his eyes darting to and fro in raw terror.

He and Han Tian had maintained a pact of proximity to avoid being picked off individually by Yang Chen, fully aware of his formidable capabilities.

During their time in the Realmless, Yang Chen’s demonic prowess had been well-documented, as he had repeatedly humbled their superior Royal Spirit Gods.

Since entering the Heaven-separated Realm, they had treated Yang Chen as a primary threat, obsessively studying his every achievement.

They knew that even after his ascension, Yang Chen’s power had only intensified.

Consequently, they had acted with extreme caution, clinging to one another to ensure they wouldn't succumb to a sudden onslaught.

Yet, Di Zun now realized his preparations were painfully naive.

He had convinced himself they were invincible, yet in the wake of that starlit flash, his partner had been extinguished.

Just like that, right before his eyes, his companion had perished.

Now, Yang Chen loomed nearby.

This mastery over space-time was beyond simple speed. Yang Chen stood like a god of carnage; with a mere wave of his spear, he shredded the surrounding space and leveled the landscape with sheer law-based force.

The very fabric of the void was torn asunder.

Di Zun dodged out of instinct, his heart surging with absolute dread.

Yang Chen turned his gaze toward the Slaughter God Spear in his hand, his demeanor remaining placid.

The Slaughter God Spear, conversely, was less composed.

"The agony, Young Master, it is unbearable! Next time, refrain from invoking the Way of Ten Thousand Laws; the pressure alone is excruciating enough!" The weapon groaned in protest, as if suffering a deep, physical trauma.

Yang Chen was unperturbed; this reaction was standard following such a technique.

He had spent decades refining this Dao Technique, weaving the laws of the Spear Dao into a single, cohesive strike.

It was not merely a spear strike, but a convergence of multiple laws he had mastered.

This integration was significantly more complex than the fusions he practiced during his Enlightenment Stage. Its most basic feat was the folding of spacetime into the blow.

A strike imbued with true spacetime harmony merges with the void entirely, rather than merely relying on a speed boost from the domain. It becomes an unavoidable destiny—the moment it appears, it is fated to land, forcing the opponent to rely solely on advanced precognition to mount a defense.

Because the unification of spacetime is so taxing, the Slaughter God Spear must bear the burden of piercing through the fabric of reality. This is why Yang Chen pushed spacetime acceleration to its absolute limit, a threshold only he could withstand.

Anything less resilient than his life-bound weapon would have disintegrated. Consequently, the artifact spirit suffered intense strain, and because Yang Chen had amplified the spacetime effect this time, the suffering the spear endured was exceptionally severe.

It was for this reason that Yang Chen had christened the move the "God-slaying Spear" in honor of his weapon.

He had utilized this very technique to neutralize the Four-direction Ghost Kings in the Ice River Secret Realm. Now, with Han Tian eliminated, only Di Zun remained.

"Yang Chen!" Di Zun growled, his veins popping as rage warred with his lingering terror.

Yang Chen stood tall, clutching the Slaughter God Spear like a deity of retribution, surveying the arena below.

Though he held his position, his presence projected an aura of total subjugation.

Lowering his voice, Di Zun hissed, "You’ve used that strike, Yang Chen. I suspect your well of tricks has run dry."

A thin smile played upon Yang Chen’s lips. "Is that so? Perhaps you should test that theory yourself."

Di Zun had intended to gauge Yang Chen’s remaining strength, but he found himself unable to decipher any vulnerabilities in his composure.

A cold chill raced down Di Zun’s spine; he could not discern if Yang Chen possessed enough power for another strike of that magnitude. If the human truly could repeat such a feat, Di Zun knew he had no chance of surviving it.