Chapter 333: Infinite Flesh Replication! Fang Tian Di!

Fang Can had already refined all his flesh and blood into a humanoid weapon capable of housing thought during his Transformation of the Mortal Body.

These flesh and blood tissues normally appeared no different from an ordinary body, merely serving as passive carriers of information.

Like a hard drive that stores memory but does not output it externally.

But should the main brain suffer fatal damage, these tissues would be reactivated and seamlessly transformed into vessels for thought and consciousness.

Of course, there were other functions as well.

At this moment, after peeling away this flesh and deleting most of its memory storage, Fang Can infused it with a directive of his own will.

“Procreate at all costs!”

Just as he had once forcibly compelled his own flesh and blood to develop thinking ability.

Injecting this small fragment of flesh with a gene-like instinct for infinite expansion, akin to a biological virus, was still easy to accomplish.

A fragment of flesh with vitality equivalent to half-step Fifth Transformation, once stripped of its original consciousness and cleared of memory, possessed only pure biological instinct.

Tss—

On Demon Peak, a soldier’s hardened skull was effortlessly pierced.

As the flesh parasitized into the body, the ravenous tissue began devouring the soldier’s blood qi at a visibly rapid rate, initiating self-replication.

The soldier’s cheeks withered visibly; his once-fearful eyes quickly lost their luster, and his previously ruddy skin tightened against his bones.

In less than a few breaths, the flesh, having consumed sufficient blood qi, began migrating to transform into new hosts.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you okay…?” One soldier reached out to touch his parasitized comrade, only to see the man’s body collapse suddenly.

Dozens of blood-filled holes erupted from within the soldier’s body; the replicated flesh shot out like flying shuttles, escaping the hollowed carcass and burrowing into new hosts.

Soon, the split flesh took root in the new host, devoured its blood qi, then fled again.

One became two, two became four, four became eight…

Fang Can had initially provided only a single fragment of flesh and implanted it into the first soldier.

All subsequent momentum came from the self-replicating flesh, and all energy consumed came from the soldiers whose blood qi had been drained.

It was like a virus, casually shattered, triggering a chain reaction that destroyed the entire world.

Even if Fang Can himself had to deal with these one hundred thousand soldiers, it would have exhausted him for minutes.

Yet now, transformed into biological weapons, these flesh replicators could effortlessly accomplish annihilation—if left unchecked.

After all, in the Middle Ages, even ordinary plague had killed twenty-five million Europeans.

And this flesh, born from Fang Can’s mutated cells, possessed terrifying cellular vitality and adaptability with no natural predators.

Immunity was a joke; as long as the host lived, these flesh replicators thrived.

In Xu Xiao’s bloodshot eyes, her soldiers fell like grass cut by a scythe, the flesh replicators spreading wildly within the hundred thousand soldiers.

“Aaaah! Help! General, save me!”

“Devil! Demon! This is Yama coming to claim our souls!”

“Ghost! Get away! Don’t come near!”

…

Screams of terror erupted from the hundred thousand soldiers.

Watching the crimson threads of flesh replicate and dart through the bodies of the front-line soldiers, these soldiers had lost all courage to resist.

If they faced a Grandmaster, even if he could slay a hundred with one slash, they would still charge forward without fear.

But facing this flesh replicator—something beyond their comprehension—a primal fear and revulsion rose within them.

Wu Xuan, Yang Xiao, and other martial artists watched this scene, a chill crawling up their spines.

They had originally thought Fang Can would unleash divine power, using martial strength to slaughter the soldiers.

But Fang Can showed them reality: killing didn’t need to be so complicated.

Different methods must be used according to the opponent’s realm and strength.

Against Grandmasters, the Dao is simplest—only pure combat power could prevail.

But against these low-tier soldiers, crushing them with flesh alone was sufficient; high-rank cultivators were simply walking natural disasters.

“General… your hundred thousand troops seem about to die.” Fang Can crossed his arms, a mocking smile on his face.

“Damn you, you bitch!” Xu Xiao cursed, drawing her long spear and leaping high to stab Fang Can.

But before she could reach him, Yang Xiao blocked her: “Wretched woman, how dare you disrespect the Lord?”

On the other side, the remaining martial artists from the Six Sects stepped forward together.

Song Yuanqiao of Wudang said coldly: “Xu Xiao, you conspired with the imperial court to destroy the Six Sects’ legacy—crushing your bones and annihilating your entire clan still wouldn’t atone for your sin!”

“Hmph… victors write history. If you want revenge, come.” Xu Xiao, knowing her fate was sealed, sneered.

Watching the martial artists below swarm and attack Xu Xiao, Fang Can allowed the flesh replicators to spread unchecked among the soldiers.

He had implanted a self-destruct protocol: once replication reached a certain threshold, the flesh would lose vitality and disintegrate on its own—no need to fear apocalypse.

As the soldiers below perished, the flesh replicators dissolved visibly into the air.

Ignoring the remaining soldiers’ terror, Fang Can approached Yang Xiao and said: “Where is the Qi Shift Technique? Prepare it tonight.”

“Lord, the Qi Shift Technique is stored on my person.” Yang Xiao reached to retrieve it, but Fang Can stopped him.

“I said prepare it tonight.” Fang Can’s tone was absolute: “Since this is a transaction, I will first help you destroy Liyang.”

As he spoke, Fang Can kicked off the ground and soared into the sky like a white rainbow.

Yang Xiao stared, dumbfounded, as Fang Can vanished in a streak of light.

Because Fang Can’s meaning was clear: destroy Liyang before tonight?

In a few strides, he ascended beyond the heavens; once his realm’s suppression was fully lifted, he shot toward Liyang’s capital at a hundred times the speed of sound.

In barely a dozen breaths, he reached low orbit above Liyang’s capital.

Floating ten thousand meters above the earth, Fang Can gazed down upon everything below.

‘At this distance… though suppression remains heavy, with the partial power I’ve just unlocked, I should be able to manage…’

With this thought, he hesitated, then let his mental image seep into the entire capital below.

The next instant, every civilian in Liyang’s capital felt something different—suddenly, a cold voice echoed in their minds.

“All who receive this mental image, listen: from now on, I am your master.”

“You may call me—Fang Tian Di!”

(End of Chapter)