This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 328: Chapter 325: The Mature Fang Can

Floating in a zero-gravity Chaotic Space.

With no sense of up or down, left or right, unable to distinguish time from light, Fang Can clutched the Dragon and Phoenix Unity Pendant in his hand.

The Sixth Turn suppression in this realm affected both Martial Artists and Sacrificial Artifacts. Fang Can’s lifespan, originally 300 years, was now only 100—the expected span for someone with triple the natural talent under these conditions.

And the effect of using the Dragon and Phoenix Unity Pendant was now also reduced, from 100 years to just 33.

Bathed in the faint glow emanating from his body, Fang Can looked down at the Jade Pendant in his hand.

The only remaining problem was where to find a member of the opposite sex to use it on and force her to fall in love with him.

In this space, it was obviously impossible for a woman to just show up at his doorstep.

Fortunately, when Fang Can entered, he had brought a ”little girl” a few thousand years old with him. Isn’t that right—Purple Rhombus Sword!

The next moment, Fang Can drew Ziling from his waist, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Facing Fang Can’s masculine gaze, the Soft Sword, still oblivious, wriggled slightly, signaling him to hurry up and infuse it with his Heart Image.

’I’m going to have to trouble you a little,’ Fang Can thought, suppressing the urge to laugh.

’Hold it in... Just a little longer... But... how could he possibly hold back something this hilarious?’

Making a sword fall in love with him... the idea was just too amusing. He wanted to burst out laughing.

At this point, Fang Can wasn’t even sure if he was using the Dragon and Phoenix Unity Pendant to break out of this space or just to see what would happen.

’I’ll hold it in for another 40 seconds, then I’ll laugh!’

Fang Can thought to himself, not doubting for a second that it would work on the Purple Rhombus Soft Sword.

After all, the Purple Rhombus Sword had been identified as a ”female” sword by his AT Field.

The Dragon and Phoenix Unity Pendant only required the target to be of the opposite sex. Ziling wasn’t just a different species, it was a different material entirely. It couldn’t get any more ”opposite” than that.

The next moment, a blinding light erupted from the carved dragon and phoenix pattern on the white jade, silently enveloping the Purple Rhombus Sword.

In the void, a red thread extended from the sword’s hilt, connecting one-way to Fang Can’s wrist.

Meanwhile, the power of time acted upon Fang Can’s physical body, beginning to frantically consume his lifespan.

As his lifespan drained away, Fang Can could clearly feel his body changing.

His white hair grew like vines down his back, stopping once it reached his waist.

His face, once slightly boyish at eighteen, matured, finally settling on the appearance of a twenty-two-year-old.

If the boy from before had a somewhat gentle look, he now had the bright, rugged appearance of a young man.

His face seemed to have been reshaped by an invisible chisel. The soft lines of his boyish cheekbones were gone, replaced by sharp protrusions like treacherous mountain ridges, and his jawline tapered into an angle as if carved by a blade.

His well-defined muscles held enough power to overturn heaven and earth, and his height shot up by four inches, from five-foot-eleven to a solid six-foot-three.

As his height surged, his spine let out a series of sharp cracks like a glacier calving, and his six-foot-three frame strained against his original clothes.

When the last wisp of time’s power seeped into his muscles, the shadows cast by his lowered lashes flickered with a molten red glow.

When he lifted his arm, the rippling muscles of his bicep were like a slumbering dragon’s spine awakening. It felt as if even the void itself would kneel before this perfect male physique.

’So this is what my body would be like after a hundred years of slumber?’

Fang Can observed his right hand, feeling the power of a tsunami as he closed his fingers into a fist.

Within his sea of consciousness, the once brilliant golden light was now shrouded in a dense flow of black flame, transformed into a purely negative black sun.

He had not yet overcome the trial of arrogance.

Now that his body had leaped across a hundred years of time, the accumulated negative emotions had thoroughly seeped into his very being.

’Fifth Turn? No... I shouldn’t have reached that level yet.’

Fang Can made his assessment. He could still feel the suppression of the Sixth Turn’s laws. In terms of raw power, he was likely still inferior to a Fifth Turn.

RRRIP—

Reaching out, he gave a light tug and tore off his tight-fitting outer robe, revealing his chiseled muscles.

Fang Can’s scarlet eyes stared into the void before him. His power had finished gathering.

’Let’s see if my current strength is enough to completely shatter the barrier of this space.’

With that thought, an endless stream of black qi began to spread outward like overflowing water.

That was Fang Can’s AT Field. As his mind became thoroughly steeped in arrogance, his Heart Image, a reflection of his psyche, began to take on a sinister and domineering aura.

In an instant, the AT Field completely filled the five-meter-radius space and continued to expand.

He overloaded the space with his field, and the Qiankun Qi Bag, like a pressure cooker, contained all the pressure, not letting a single bit escape.

Under the field’s pressure, the young man’s clothes clung to his body like a compression suit.

Even a Third Turn Martial Artist would be instantly crushed into a meat paste by the extreme pressure upon entering this space, yet Fang Can looked as relaxed as if he were taking a bath.

Then, the young man’s right arm slowly rose, terrifying power gathering within it.

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK—

Compressed by the movement, the entire inner space of the Qiankun Qi Bag began to show fine, web-like cracks under the strain of his raised arm, as if it could no longer hold.

’The high pressure is ready. Now for the explosion!’

Fang Can’s expression was icy. His right fist, poised and ready, suddenly shot forward.

The punch was unprecedentedly fast. Beneath his fist, the AT Field within the space instantly boiled, and the internal pressure surged to its absolute maximum in a split second.

BOOM—

A muffled, thunderous explosion echoed within the AT Field, as if ten thousand lightning bolts had struck at the same instant.

Everything in the space was battered by the terrifying force, and a large chunk of the dimension was shattered by Fang Can’s right fist.

Outside, the Qiankun Qi Bag was currently being carried at the waist of the unnamable nun.

The battle on the field had reached a fever pitch. Xuanxu was coughing up blood as he fought the Golden Lion King, who only grew stronger with every exchange. The illusory Buddha image was on the verge of collapse.

The other Grandmasters also looked exhausted and were showing signs of defeat. As for the three Grandmasters fighting Dongfang Wuji, two of them had already been sliced into a thousand pieces, reduced to minced meat.

If not for He Chong and He Miao of the Kunlun Sect stalling for time with their elemental, immortal bodies, the battle would have likely ended long ago.

But with two Grandmasters dead and two just stalling, the remaining four were struggling to handle the siege of the Demon Sect’s four Grandmasters.

The Third Turn Martial Artists and those below were being slaughtered by the Fourth Turn, Wei Yixiao, their blood painting the ground at a horrifying rate.

”Could it be that the heavens wish to destroy the righteous path?”

Xuanxu silently recited a Buddhist mantra, a look of sorrow in his eyes. The death toll had long surpassed a thousand, and the air was filled with the glint of blades and piercing screams.

He forcefully met an oncoming palm strike from the pouncing Golden Lion King. The resulting blast of energy swept clean everything within a fifty-foot radius.

But that single palm strike had exhausted all of his Heart Image. His Dharma Body crumbled, revealing his true self.

Unless his One Qi began to circulate again after ten breaths, he would be unable to reform his Golden Body and could only fight with his physical body.