This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 253: Chapter 251: The Superpowered Are Here, and the Sky Is Clear

Fang Can stood alone on the hundred-meter-long, desolate street.

All the other Imperial Guards had been seized by his force field and were now floating wretchedly in the air.

Their eyes darted about in panic, but they couldn’t utter a single word, as if paralyzed by a spell.

It felt as if the very space around them was locked down, and no amount of struggling could break them free.

At the same time, an immense force was tearing their arms out to their sides.

At this moment, every one of the thousands of once-united Imperial Guards felt themselves being torn apart.

Soon, intense pain flooded their minds. Their arms were stretched to the limit, on the verge of being dislocated.

Just as they were sinking into despair, an angry roar cut through the air. ”Fang Can, you cur! How dare you!”

As the words echoed, the ground trembled slightly, and a figure sped toward them.

He had clearly seen what Fang Can was doing and could no longer stand by. He was making his move.

SCHRRIP—

Without giving the newcomer a chance to run his mouth, the sound of tearing flesh was followed by a shower of blood that splattered across the long street.

Amidst countless screams forced from their throats, Fang Can turned back impassively and asked:

”What was that you just said? I didn’t quite hear you. Please, repeat it.”

”You... you...” The newcomer pointed at Fang Can, clearly incensed by his actions.

The man was dressed in court robes, obviously a high-ranking official. His aura was unfathomably deep, no less than Fang Can’s, and his strength was likely at the Third Turn.

But Fang Can couldn’t be bothered to care about the man’s identity. He was in a foul mood.

The moment he’d transmigrated, he was threatened by Liu Qingmeng. Then his residence was surrounded, all his acquaintances buried their heads in the sand like ostriches, and the Imperial Guard showed up ready to arrest him.

In his sea of consciousness, the sun that he had managed to calm these past few days was now relentlessly radiating terrifying heat.

As his emotions churned his sea of consciousness, the rate at which his power grew multiplied more than tenfold, but this came at the cost of his emotional stability.

Under the sun’s glare, the golden chains of order trembled, threatening to snap at any moment. They could only desperately absorb and devour the erupting light to strengthen themselves and maintain his sanity.

In reality, Fang Can’s expression, directly influenced by his inner turmoil, was as cold as frost. Beneath the icy mask, his emotions were about to erupt.

’Kill! Kill! Kill!’

Forcibly suppressing the surging impulse, Fang Can slowly raised his right fist. The Third Turn court official’s expression grew slightly more serious.

But in the next moment, Fang Can lowered his arm again. His expression returned to one of indifference as he turned, ignored the Third Turn official, and walked back toward his residence.

”Hmph! Trying to run!”

Watching Fang Can’s unimpeded retreat, the high minister sneered, ”You think you can just hide away after attacking the Imperial Guard and everything will be fine?”

”If you don’t surrender now, I’ll level this estate along with everyone inside.”

”You can protect yourself, but can you protect that family behind you?”

As he spoke, the court official’s Heart Image transformed into surging True Qi, which condensed in his palm into a dazzling energy sphere that pulsed with white light.

He hadn’t launched it, but all the hidden powers watching knew that if that sphere of light detonated, not a blade of grass would be left standing within a hundred-meter radius.

This was a blatant threat. If it were just Fang Can alone, he would be difficult to handle. But now he had a large household and many dependents—the monk could run, but the temple couldn’t. ℴ

Ignoring the dazzling sphere of light behind him, Fang Can stepped into his residence and looked at the tense faces of the people gathered there.

Ye Yonglie’s face was grim. ”My Lord, don’t worry about us. As long as you can escape, that’s all that matters. There will always be a day for revenge, or even to resurrect us.”

The believers and women all nodded in unison, only to hear the court official’s cold sneer from behind them. ”Escape? Where could you possibly escape to? None of you are leaving the Capital City today.”

”Fang Can! I’ll count to three. If you don’t surrender, prepare to have these people die with you.”

”Three...”

The official’s voice carried from the distance, and the energy sphere in his palm trembled unstably, ready to detonate at any moment.

”Two...”

This time, the official’s voice seemed to emanate from the depths of their hearts. The nearby residents who had been hiding began to fear for their own safety and prepared to flee.

”One,” Fang Can said, his back still to the Third Turn official, finishing the count for him.

The instant the word left his lips, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face appeared behind the court official.

The moment he appeared, the white sphere of light on the Third Turn official’s arm vanished like a candle flame starved of fuel.

Then, a strong, powerful hand emerged from the man’s chest and pressed down on the Third Turn official’s head.

The hand wasn’t perfect; one could even see pores on it, like that of an ordinary mortal.

But under this hand, the Third Turn official’s head couldn’t resist the downward pressure. At supersonic speed, his face was slammed into the dirt.

BOOM!

As dirt flew everywhere, the Third Turn official’s face smashed a three-meter-wide crater into the hard bluestone pavers, sending spiderweb cracks spreading out in all directions.

Silence—

Everyone on the street stared blankly at the scene, unable to process what had just happened.

Then, a resounding roar echoed from within the man’s body.

”Who dares to harm Lord Song—er, Brother Fang Can!”

As he spoke, the crowd watched, stunned, as a figure walked out from inside the body of the scarred, middle-aged man.

A man wearing a red-and-white spandex suit with a blood-red cape and a giant ”F” on his chest emerged from Ji Donglai’s body.

Like he was holding a dead dog, Superman F gripped the Third Turn official’s head and dragged him out of the crater.

Following him was an eighteen-year-old youth with black hair and a pair of over-ear headphones around his neck, who strolled out casually with his hands in his pockets.

By the time the onlookers snapped out of their daze, five people of completely different appearances, genders, and attire had emerged from the body of the scarred, middle-aged man.

”Heroes always make their entrance at the last minute. My Xiao Yan-style rescue was right on time, wasn’t it?” the Meme King said, raising an eyebrow at Fang Can.

Held in Superman F’s grasp, the Third Turn official’s face was bruised and swollen. Knowing he was no match for these people, he decided to question them defiantly.

”Who... who are you people? How dare you protect Fang Can? Aren’t you afraid of the Fourth Turn...?”

”Fuck you! Keep your damn mouth shut, or I’ll send you flying.”

Enraged, Superman F lifted his leg and kicked, instantly shattering the Third Turn official’s groin, along with his testicles and pelvis.

Amidst the official’s screams, Superman F, still not satisfied, began smashing his fists—each as big as a sandbag—directly into the man’s face.

He cursed as he punched, ”You fucking barbarian with no superpowers! You see a great superpowered being like me and you don’t even kowtow? You’ve got some fucking nerve, rebelling against your betters!”

After saying his piece, he still seemed unsatisfied. He grabbed a nearby stone paver and started slamming it into the Third Turn official’s face.

The normally fragile paver, reinforced by a force field, became like an indestructible object. After just a few hits, the Third Turn official’s head was beaten out of shape, his entire forehead caved in.