Chapter 316: Female-Dominant World

For a moment, the scene fell silent once more, everyone staring at the youth with shock in their eyes.

'Where exactly did this nameless expert come from?'

'Not even twenty years old, yet he has reached the First Turn, his Heart-Image condensed into substance, and his sword qi projecting a foot outward.'

'With such strength and such appearance, how is there no legend of him in the Jianghu?'

Gazing at the youth with a cold expression, for a moment, everyone present was horrified.

Fang Can's gaze swept over the scene one by one, taking the cultivation realms of everyone present into his sight.

Profound Threshold Fifth Layer, Profound Threshold Seventh Layer, Profound Threshold Seventh Layer...

Due to the unfriendly nature of the Sixth Turn Heart-Image toward higher realms, the power of everyone on the Path to Heaven was suppressed by tens to hundreds of thousands of times.

However, the martial artists of these lower realms saw their actual strength change very little, suppressed by only one or two times at most.

Therefore, at this moment, these hundred-plus people, setting aside the Heart-Image bonus, speaking purely of physical strength, could not cause significant crushing dominance.

In the brief awkward silence, the one-eyed female bandit at the head burst forth with even more excited eyes and said:

"Hahaha, sisters, this little slut is alone, and her Heart-Image is limited."

"She can at most break the armor of twenty people with one breath; do not give her a chance to recover her qi and flee. Seize her while she is weak from recovering qi, and it will be a great merit!"

"After defeating her, let us all together experience what it feels like to be a young hero on the Path to Heaven!"

"Ooooooh!"

For a moment, following the one-eyed female bandit's shout, the atmosphere was ignited once again.

All the female bandits, roaring with excitement, fearlessly surrounded Fang Can.

'Do all these women have an illness?'

Cold light flashed in Fang Can's eyes; his left knee suddenly pressed down, and the ground beneath his sole cracked with a boom.

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by the massive depression created by the stomp, everyone felt a visible vibration beneath their feet.

Web-like cracks spread instantly for ten zhang, and flying gravel, wrapped in Heart-Image vortex qi, shot out, piercing the skulls of three Mo Sect disciples.

Amidst the scattering dirt, gravel, and dust, Fang Can's figure surged into that crowd like a tyrannosaurus.

In an instant, driven by the Heart-Image condensed by the at-field, Fang Can's right palm slapped toward the hundred people before him from mid-air.

"Crack crack crack!"

Usually soft air, in the hands of the youth at this moment, was like tempered glass being squeezed by a hydraulic press, shattering bit by bit.

Within the palm as white as jade, the air was squeezed out into visible white airflow.

By the time the palm was fully extended, the atmosphere rippled out in layers like waves, sweeping toward the crowd.

In that instant, everyone seemed to see a towering tidal wave drowning the crowd in their eyes.

In fact, it was indeed so; only what drowned them was not a tidal wave, but a wave of blood!

"Boom!!!!"

The four or five people in front, under the compression of the palm wind, directly exploded into a sky-filling mist of blood.

Flesh and bone fragments, mixed with the air wave, sprayed out, drenching the crowd behind into bloodied figures; immediately, the surging airflow directly flipped more than ten people in front away.

'Not good, this is at least a Third Turn old monster!' Shi Yuexing, the one-eyed female bandit, thought darkly.

But by the time she reacted, the youth's trace was already lost before her eyes; immediately, the hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood up, and the sense of death's crisis erupted from behind.

Frozen in place, daring not to turn her head, she already felt the silver-haired figure like a demon god behind her.

A hand, lightly pressing on the crown of her head at some unknown time, forced hundreds of tons of power down from above.

"Crack—"

The sound of the skull cracking was crisp like ice breaking.

Fang Can, with one hand, clamped onto the female bandit's fontanelle, and immense power pierced down from the Baihui acupoint.

Shi Yuexing's bones cracked layer by layer all over her body, and her hard body, tempered for years, tore like thin paper.

Under the terrified gaze of the crowd, amidst the slight trembling of the ground, her entire person had already turned into blood mud and been stuffed three feet underground.

"Young hero, be careful!" Ji Xinyu's voice came from behind.

Because behind Fang Can, a Mo Sect disciple held a steel blade and was swinging it with full force toward the back of Fang Can's head.

Clang—

As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Fang Can's right hand precisely pinched the steel blade swinging from behind.

Amidst the metallic wail, Fang Can's wrist bones rotated slightly.

The steel blade attacking from behind shattered inch by inch between his fingers, and flying fragments wrapped in Heart-Image.

Within ten zhang, the flesh and blood bodies of seven Mo Sect disciples were pierced in an instant, and the ground bloomed with blood-red plum patterns once more.

In the next instant, purple sword qi and ghost shadows darted wildly through the crowd.

The youth's white hair swept through the crowd as he roamed freely, and the edge of the Purple Rhombus Sword emitted a three-foot cold light.

Seven sword qi streaks like purple lightning cracked through the air.

Those closest to his figure, maintaining their grotesque expressions, already had blood lines as fine as hair splitting open their throats.

The wild laughter of the Mo Sect disciples behind froze on their faces; the steel blades in their hands suddenly broke into inch-long pieces, and the blade fragments curled back and embedded themselves into their own eye sockets.

And the ghost shadows roamed through the crowd at a speed no less than the sword qi.

Accompanied by heart-rending screams, Fang Can's fists easily smashed the heads of the women around him and punched through their abdomens.

A massacre unfolded within the crowd.

Thirty breaths.

A hundred corpses spread out in a radial pattern with the youth as the center.

Fang Can lightly shook his purple lotus sword, and the entire arena fell utterly silent.

Ji Xinyu and the surviving disciples stared dumbfounded at the boy's back as he sheathed his sword, their eyes filled with shock.

To break through a hundred armors in one breath—that was the power of a third-transformation master.

Yet this boy, so young, had already reached the strength of a sect leader.

Unaware of their thoughts, Fang Can internally sighed bitterly.

Killing a group of Defilement-Body cultivators took thirty breaths? He was regressing with every passing day.

"Thank you, Elder, for saving us."

Ji Xinyu's voice trembled; only now did she see that the boy's robes were spotless, his boots unstained by even a drop of blood—his cultivation had entered the Transformation Realm.

"No need," Fang Can waved lightly. "I merely happened upon injustice and acted accordingly."

"I'm new to the martial world, ignorant of its ways—I don't even know the major sects. Could you explain them to me?" Fang Can smiled at Ji Xinyu.

Seeing the boy's carefree smile, Ji Xinyu's cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly lowered her head.

"Of course, Elder. Please let me explain in detail," Ji Xinyu realized suddenly.

No wonder he'd never been heard of—he was a genius obsessed with martial cultivation, only now emerging into the world.

As the girl spoke, Fang Can learned that in this martial world, power was divided into one sect, six schools, and twelve clans.

The Mo Sect was the most powerful, housing several fourth-transformation masters.

Each of the six schools had one or two masters stationed within.

The twelve clans once had fourth-transformation masters, but now only possessed third-transformation ones.

The current Mo Sect leader has vanished from the martial world for several years.

Thus, the six schools plan to take this opportunity to besiege the Mo Sect's headquarters at Cloud Peak, to purge evil and uphold justice in the martial world.

'What's this—six schools attacking Bright Top…' Fang Can mentally scoffed, looking around at the weak, effeminate sects.

No wonder—it's a female-dominant world ruled by a sixth-transformation woman. Not surprising at all.

(End of Chapter)