Chapter 217: Defying Two Transformations, Blood Seas Rage

At this moment, within Yangyan City, the entire city plunged into small-scale chaos.

After all, one moment it was morning, and the next, evening had arrived.

The sun in the sky was a full circle smaller than usual; distant towering mountains had vanished entirely, replaced by flat land. Just outside the city lay a wide road paved with cement and asphalt, along with a group of men and women dressed unlike any local.

Such vast differences made it obvious to anyone that something was terribly wrong.

The first few martial artists to notice immediately seized modern humans and interrogated them.

They saw how supreme the opponents' martial power was—lifting cars with ease, kicking down gates with a single kick.

Ordinary people from the modern world assumed they were superhumans who had emerged from deep mountains and secluded cultivation.

The modern civilians bowed their heads, answering every question as rapidly and clearly as if spilling beans.

Once they understood, the whole situation exploded—this place was an alien world where martial cultivation did not exist.

As for those so-called superhumans, they sounded like shamans dancing in trances—any Xuanguan second or third tier could easily handle them.

Seeing his entire city transported here, countless thoughts surged through his mind—it seemed even becoming a Buddha or Ancestor was within reach.

In the sky, watching the bustling ancient city below, Fang Can said: "What's the next step? Move it directly?"

"You have prestige in this alien world—you convince them," F-Chaoren said coolly.

"If they refuse, kill them all. In ten minutes, I'll move the city away, because some of my brothers from C City are still trapped in the time-stopped Great Expansion."

After speaking, F-Chaoren and the Godman landed on a hilltop and left Fang Can to handle the rest.

Floating in midair via his AT field, Fang Can landed amid the howling wind, his gaze sweeping the crowd with calm detachment:

"You are people of Da Chu. Who is your city lord? Have him come out and meet me."

"Who are you?" a martial artist asked.

But nearby modern residents who had witnessed the earlier Celebration Day instinctively raised both hands in adoration: "Lord Fang Can, you've arrived."

Hearing that name, several nearby martial artists immediately changed expression, studying Fang Can with sharp scrutiny.

White hair, red eyes—his appearance matched exactly the rumors about Fang Can. But why did these alien people know him? And why did they seem so familiar?

"How do they know you? And how did you get here from the Great Expansion?"

The surrounding martial artists instinctively moved to ask—but the air before them instantly froze.

An invisible mental form materialized as a phantom arm, gripping the necks of several martial artists and lifting them into the air.

Fang Can's AT field was intangible and formless, utterly distinct from magic, internal energy, or true qi—those stored and flowing within the body. It leaned more toward magnetism.

Ordinary martial artists below the sixth tier felt only an inexplicable force enveloping them, unable to struggle.

Only mental-form martial artists could faintly perceive the AT field, woven from mental form, enveloping them.

"Don't answer a question with another question," Fang Can said coldly, holding no great fondness for Da Chu's people.

'Deng Tian Lu technique!' Feeling their bodies float, the martial artists' eyes flashed with shock.

But in an instant, as if sensing the disturbance, another torrent of blood qi surged from the heavens, blotting out a ten-li radius.

Fang Can lifted his gaze and saw the entire sky seemingly soaked and obscured in blood.

The setting sun's light pierced through the blood sea, casting a bloody crimson glow—deeply sinister.

"Young Master Fang Can, you should remain within the Great Expansion, not appear here."

A handsome man, entirely wrapped in a blood-red robe, stood atop a river of blood. As the crimson fluid lifted his body, he advanced toward them.

'Blocking out the sunlight in advance—this one means ill will.'

Fang Can looked up at the sky; through the blood sea's veil, the crimson light filtering down was thick with malice.

It carried countless malevolent and resentful thoughts, accelerating his absorption of sunlight.

After all, Fang Can's technique, the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body, was never a righteous path.

Whether malevolent or benevolent—any sunlight could be absorbed.

Now, with sunlight tainted by the blood sea, the malice and resentment within it were like adding patent medicine to water—perfect nourishment, boosting his energy absorption efficiency by thirty percent.

"I am Xiang Yincheng, Lord of Yangyan City. First, congratulations on your breakthrough to the First Transformation. Now, please answer my question." The handsome man smiled elegantly, yet his eyes held no warmth.

As Jiang Ningan had once said, according to the One Drop of Blood Principle, all of Da Chu consisted of only one kind of person: the Xiang clan.

Commoners without the Xiang surname or lacking the Tyrant Blood were excluded and ostracized.

Those who reached above Deng Tian Lu were closely related to the imperial family—within five degrees of kinship.

Strictly speaking, Xiang Yincheng was Xiang Longtao's great-grandfather, two generations above Xiang Hongtu—he naturally looked down on Fang Can.

But it didn't matter. As long as he captured this man and forced him to bear children for the Xiang clan, blood ties would make him half-Xiang by marriage.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yincheng lightly licked his lips. He had been stuck at the Second Transformation for over three hundred years—he'd let the younger generation taste the flavor first.

Back then, to cultivate, he'd even cut off his own below. Now, to break through to the Third Transformation, did it even matter if he was male or female?

As for the problem of returning—this Great Expansion person appearing here was proof enough.

"How I came here is how you came here," Fang Can said calmly.

"Now, you will hand over full ownership of this city to me. I will rule it, and you will obey my orders without question."

"Of course, I know you won't accept."

As Fang Can spoke, the armor within his Sui Mi Jie Zi Di had already clad his body, his white robe billowing in the wind: "Whoever resists—I kill them."

"You've got spirit. But don't think beating a bunch of First Transformation cultivators makes you powerful."

Xiang Yincheng sneered: "Besides, there's no time here for you to activate your Radiant Form."

As his words ended, both vanished from their spots, charging forward with unstoppable, indestructible intent, their palms colliding in a thunderous clash.

With a surge of air, Fang Can entered the second state of Xiehu Shishen and the Y-Shen Spell—millions of tons of power surged within him like a tidal wave, pouring through his arms toward his opponent.

The ferocious force erupted outward; Xiang Yincheng felt a slight numbness in his arm, surprised that in this raw power clash, he had not gained the upper hand.

As their palms met, both stepped back three paces. Mindful of the crowd, Fang Can channeled the force of his recoil into the ground via his field.

Instantly, the earth within a several-li radius trembled beneath his retreating steps.

The sea of blood supporting his neck churned violently, droplets of blood raining down upon the earth like raindrops.

(End of this chapter)