This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 218: Chapter 216: Contending Against a Second Turn, Overwhelming Sea of Blood

At this moment, minor chaos erupted throughout Yangyan City.

After all, it had been morning just a second ago, and now, in the blink of an eye, it was dusk.

The sun in the sky was a size smaller than usual. The towering mountain range in the distance had vanished, replaced by flat ground. Not far outside the city walls lay a wide road paved with concrete and asphalt, occupied by a group of men and women in strange, unfamiliar clothing.

With so many things out of place, anyone could tell something was wrong.

The first few Martial Artists to notice what was happening immediately grabbed some of the modern humans for interrogation.

Seeing them effortlessly lift cars and kick down large gates, the ordinary people from the modern world assumed they were super-powered individuals who had emerged from seclusion in some remote mountains.

While kowtowing, the modern humans spilled everything, doing their best to answer every question clearly.

Once the situation became clear, all hell broke loose. This was an Otherworld with no Martial Dao!

As for these so-called ”super-powered individuals,” it just sounded like some kind of shamanistic charlatanism. Any Martial Artist at the second or Third Layer of the Profound Gate Realm could easily handle them.

Seeing that their entire city had been transported, all sorts of ideas flooded their minds. It seemed that becoming gods and founding dynasties was now within their grasp.

In the sky above, Fang Can looked down at the noisy Ancient City. ”What’s the plan?” he asked. ”Should we just move it?”

”You have a reputation in the Otherworld. You go convince them,” Superman F said nonchalantly.

”If they don’t comply, kill them all. I’ll move the city in ten minutes. Because of this city’s presence, some of our brothers from C-City are still trapped in the time-frozen Great Chu.”

After saying this, Superman F and the divine figure landed on a nearby mountaintop, leaving Fang Can to handle the rest.

Floating on his AT Field, Fang Can descended amid the whistling wind. His gaze swept over the crowd as he spoke coolly.

”You are the people of Great Chu. Who is your City Lord? Have him come out and see me.”

”Who are you?” a Martial Artist asked.

But the modern residents nearby who had witnessed the Carnival Day subconsciously threw their hands in the air, cheering, ”Lord Fang Can! You’re here!”

Hearing this name, the expressions of the surrounding Martial Artists changed instantly. They began to size up Fang Can.

’White hair and red eyes... His appearance is an exact match for the Fang Can from the recent rumors. But why do these people from the Otherworld recognize him? And why do they seem so familiar with him?’

”How do they know you? And you’re from the Great Derivation—how did you get here too?”

The surrounding Martial Artists started to ask, but the air before them instantly froze solid.

An invisible Heart Image manifested as a spectral arm, grabbing several Martial Artists by the neck and lifting them into the air.

Fang Can’s AT Field was formless and intangible. It was completely different from energies like Magic Power, Inner Strength, or True Qi, which were stored and circulated within the body. It functioned more like a magnetic field.

Ordinary Martial Artists below the Sixth Layer only felt themselves enveloped by a mysterious force, unable to struggle free.

Only the Heart Image Martial Artists on the scene could vaguely perceive that they were enveloped by an AT Field constructed from a Heart Image.

”Don’t answer my question with another question.” Fang Can’s expression was grim. He held no fondness for the people of Great Chu.

’A... a Heaven-Ascending Road technique!’ A look of shock flashed through the eyes of the Martial Artists as they felt their bodies being lifted into the air.

But in that instant, as if sensing the commotion, another wave of bloody qi surged forth, connecting with the heavens and blotting out the sky for miles around.

Fang Can glanced up and saw the entire sky seemingly saturated and blotted out by blood.

The light of the setting sun filtered through this sea of blood, casting a foul, crimson glow and creating an incredibly sinister atmosphere.

”Young Hero Fang Can, you should be in the Great Derivation at this moment, should you not?”

A handsome man shrouded in blood-red robes stood atop a river of blood. Borne aloft by the crimson torrent, he drew closer.

’He blocked out the sunlight in advance. This one’s clearly hostile.’

Fang Can looked up at the sky. Through the cover of the blood sea, the light filtering down was a foul crimson.

It was laced with countless malicious and resentful thoughts, which... actually sped up his absorption of sunlight.

After all, Fang Can’s Cultivation Technique, the Great Sun Undying Demon Body, was hardly a righteous art to begin with.

He could absorb any sunlight, regardless of whether it was laced with malicious or benevolent intent.

Now that the sunlight was tainted by the sea of blood, the resentment and malice within acted like a potent supplement mixed into water. It was an incredible tonic, increasing his energy absorption efficiency by thirty percent.

”I am Xiang Yinchen, City Lord of Yangyan City. First, allow me to congratulate you on breaking through to the First Turn, Young Hero Fang. Now, if you would be so kind as to answer my question.” The handsome man smiled elegantly, but there was no kindness in his eyes.

It was just as Jiang Ning’an had said: according to the ”one-drop rule,” there was only one type of person within the Great Chu—a member of the Xiang clan.

Commoners who did not have the Xiang surname or possess the Blood of Domination, thus failing to conform to the one-drop rule, were all marginalized.

Anyone who managed to cultivate to the Heaven-Ascending Road Realm or higher was inevitably related to the imperial family, almost always within five generations of kinship.

Strictly speaking, Xiang Yinchen was Xiang Longtao’s great-grandfather, a figure two generations senior to even Xiang Hongtu. Naturally, he looked down on Fang Can.

’But it doesn’t matter,’ he thought. ’As long as I capture this man and have him bear children for the Xiang clan, he’ll be tied to us by blood and marriage. He’ll be as good as half a clansman.’

At this thought, Xiang Yinchen lightly licked the corner of his lips. ’I’ve been stuck at the Second Turn Realm for over three hundred years. I might as well have a little taste on behalf of the younger generation.’

’For the sake of my cultivation, I got rid of what was down below long ago. Now, to break through to the Third Turn, what difference does it make if it’s a man or a woman?’

’As for the issue of not being able to return... the very fact that this person from the Great Derivation is here explains everything.’

”I came here the same way you did,” Fang Can stated calmly.

”Now, you will hand over control of this entire city to me. I will rule it, and you will obey my commands.”

”Of course, I know you won’t accept this.”

As Fang Can spoke, armor materialized from his spatial ring and clad his body. His white robes billowed in the wind. ”And whoever defies me, I’ll kill!”

”Feisty. But don’t think you’re hot stuff just because you beat a group of First Turn cultivators.”

Xiang Yinchen sneered, ”And you won’t have time to use your ’Shining Form’ here.”

The moment he finished speaking, both men vanished. Carrying an aura of dauntless, indestructible might, their palms slammed into each other.

Amidst a turbulent gale, Fang Can had already entered the second state of his Evil Tiger Devouring Body and Yang God Curse. A force of tens of thousands of tons surged like a tidal wave through his body, erupting from his arm toward his opponent.

As the savage power erupted, Xiang Yinchen felt a slight numbness in his arm. He was stunned that he hadn’t gained the upper hand in a direct clash of raw strength.

As their palms met, both men retreated three steps. Concerned for the onlookers, Fang Can used his force field to channel the massive impact he absorbed into the ground beneath him.

In an instant, the ground for several miles around trembled with each of his retreating steps.

Meanwhile, the sea of blood supporting Xiang Yinchen churned violently, and droplets of blood rained down upon the earth like raindrops.