Chapter 315: The Hundred-Year Doomsday!

'This world is truly too oppressive.'

Standing on the earthen mound, Fang Can adjusted his breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his body.

At this moment, after being drained by Hearing Liu Qingmeng for many days, his strength had made tremendous progress.

Although he was only at the First Turn realm, his entire body's power had been forced to the extreme, surpassing the Third Turn.

But at this moment, on this planet wrapped by the Sixth Turn laws, there was only the power of the Xuan Pass Eighth Layer peak, weakened by millions of times.

And there was lifespan...

Fang Can felt his life star shining brighter than ever before.

This did not mean his life had been extended.

On the contrary, the original two hundred years of lifespan for the First Turn had been suppressed to one hundred years, causing the life candle to burn at double speed, fully releasing the body's potential.

'This Fang Tian Di is both the golden age of the martial arts and an unprecedented end times for the martial arts.' Fang Can made this judgment.

To call it the end times of the martial arts was because on this planet, there was the suppression of the Sixth Turn mental image.

Even Hearing Liu Qingmeng, a peak Fourth Turn, could only exert the power of the Xuan Pass Ninth Layer.

And to call this the golden age of the martial arts.

was because everyone's lifespan was limited to one hundred years by the Sixth Turn mental image, so everyone's talent would be completely released before the hundred-year doomsday arrived.

Even a Sixth Turn Transformation Zhenjun could not achieve weakening out of thin air.

Simply put, if a ninety-nine-year-old man broke through from the Third Turn to the Fourth Turn, theoretically his lifespan should be extended by five hundred years.

But the Sixth Turn mental image stipulated that all humans die at one hundred.

Then those five hundred years of lifespan would be forcibly suppressed, not cut down.

So in the remaining one year of this old man's life, his talent would increase five hundred times on top of the original.

Using peerless talent to make up for the five hundred years of lifespan that were cut down.

The closer one gets to the doomsday, the more terrifying the result of lifespan suppression after breaking through becomes.

If only half a day, one double-hour, or the burning of one incense stick of lifespan remained, their talent would explode with unprecedented power.

If one broke through to the Fourth Turn one day before the hundred-year doomsday arrived, then within that single day, the lifespan he had lost would be compensated by talent at 180,000 times.

It was just like the Twenty-Seven Doomsdays in the Son of Heaven legend.

In this world, the average person faces a hundred-year doomsday, and due to lifespan suppression, geniuses emerge in every generation, only to fall like meteors within a hundred years.

'Truly a martial world cursed by the will of the Sixth Turn.'

Fang Can shook his head lightly, gazed into the distance, picked a direction, and gave the ground a slight shake with both feet.

With a sudden crater exploding on the earthen mound, his body had already vanished from the spot.

Slash—Slash—

In the distance, the sound of battle cries shook the heavens.

The clashing of metal echoed through the clouds, and blood-red sword light splashed like rain across the mountain hollow.

Over a hundred women holding blades all wore desperate, ferocious expressions; their scarlet hair ribbons snapped in the strong wind, forcing a dozen men in green robes into a desperate situation.

'Hahahaha, sisters, these orthodox sects: leave the men to be used as male cauldrons, and kill all the women clean.'

A bold female voice came from a female bandit whose right eye was covered by black cloth; the back of her blade reflected her ferocious smile: 'Later, strip them naked and hang them on the flagpoles, let the sisters take turns tasting them!'

'Exactly, exactly, our Holy Sect is unmatched under heaven, how can these scoundrels oppose us!'

'You demon path thieves, right now the Liuda Sect is besieging Cloud Top; your demon path is doomed to be destroyed!' A weak, shrill male voice came from amidst the fighting.

'Hahaha, sister just likes weak men from orthodox sects like you.'

A rough-looking woman in the guise of a bandit licked the corner of her mouth and smiled: 'If there is a man today, we do it today; tonight in bed, don't let us sisters make it so you can't get out of bed.'

'Despicable! Vulgar! Shameless!' Insulted like this, the speaking man shouted in indignation.

'Slurp, wait until we get to bed and let you, little widower, see for yourself!'

Ji Xinyu's head was covered in cold sweat as she looked at the Mo Sect surrounding her in a pincer attack; sparks flew as blades clashed.

As a small sect responding to the Liuda Sect's siege of the Mo Sect at Cloud Top, they had not yet merged with the main orthodox force, but were ambushed and surrounded at the foot of the mountain by the demon path.

Although she had reached the Xuan Pass Ninth Layer at such a young age, facing enemies several times her own numbers, she was still powerless.

After killing several Mo Sect thieves, her strength was already nearly exhausted.

Currently fighting a few against many, more and more fellow sisters were falling under the Mo Sect's siege.

If no other sect discovered and rescued them, it would truly be as those people said: kill the women clean, and use the men as male cauldrons.

Ji Xinyu helplessly watched her fellow sect sisters fall one by one to the chopping blades, blood staining the ground red.

In less than a few dozen breaths, the outcome was decided; the total defeat of their entire sect was now a certainty.

In a moment of distraction, a Mo Sect woman holding a large blade grew larger and larger before her eyes.

At this moment, the sense of mortal danger was pushed to the extreme; Ji Xinyu felt time stop before her eyes.

Before her was a large blade slowly expanding to cut her jade neck; the next instant, her fine head would likely fly high into the sky.

'Bitter...' The thought arose in Ji Xinyu's mind, and a figure blocked her path.

'Clang!' As the sound of clashing metal exploded in her eardrums.

A jade-like hand, without any smoke or fire, grasped the steel blade, then easily crushed it into powder.

This suddenly appearing figure made the noisy scene go silent for a moment.

Everyone looked toward the direction where the sound had exploded, and immediately saw a jade-faced youth who had blocked the way at some unknown time.

'Gulp...'

The sound of swallowing continued in their ears; everyone present subconsciously stopped their hand movements, staring straight at the youth walking over from the distance.

Even Shi Yuexing felt a moment of dizziness before his eyes.

As captain of the Black Tortoise Flag, she had bedded dozens, if not a hundred, men over the years, but never had she seen a youth so striking in face and figure.

This lad, with lips red as coral and teeth white as jade, outshone even the most famed courtesans of the Two Shores by ten thousandfold.

Just one glance made her chest swell with heat—she would gladly trade ten years of her life to have him crush her once.

"Thank you, young hero, for saving us—but leave us be and flee quickly."

Ji Xinyu's face flushed crimson as she cried out, staring at the boy: "They're too many—go warn other great sects! Don't let these lechers capture…"

Before she could finish, Shi Yuexing's single eye gleamed with lewd lust as he shouted:

"Sisters, seize this beauty! After I've had my first taste, the rest are yours—line up one by one."

"Our leader is wise!"

"We forever follow our leader's command!"

…

Surrounded by lecherous gazes, Fang Can—feeling for the first time such malicious intent from the opposite sex—gripped the hilt of his Zi Ling Sword with displeasure.

The next instant, all present saw a blinding flash of violet light.

A bolt of violet lightning split the heavens; the three bandits who had lunged at the boy were severed cleanly at the neck, their heads soaring upward as gushing blood dyed the earth crimson.

Amid the gushing blood, the white-robed boy stood with sword at his back, his robes swirling like flowing clouds chasing the moon.

(End of Chapter)