Chapter 334: Annihilation of a Nation!

What is this sound!

With the inexplicable male voice echoing in their hearts, the entire city fell into silence.

In the grand hall of the capital of Liyang, a court session was underway; the Empress raised her head in confusion, frowning, only to find her ministers also displaying varied expressions.

“My loyal ministers… did you hear that voice just now?” the Empress asked, her brow tightening.

At once, murmurs of agreement arose; one minister asked in bewilderment, “Could it be telepathic transmission?”

“It must be some fourth-transformation martial cultivator—how disrespectful to His Majesty!”

In the fields, a woman straightened her stiff back and asked her daughter beside her, “Child, did you hear that voice just now?”

On the street, those who heard the mental voice halted their steps, then turned to ask where the sound came from.

But when they turned, they found everyone on the street moving exactly as they themselves had.

Pure mental transmission has a far wider range than physical force fields.

Now, hovering in low orbit, Fang Can directly scattered his thoughts downward through mental transmission across the entire city.

Whether common laborers or nobles and generals, all received his message without distinction.

In this ancient society with backward communication, even if one killed every member of the imperial family, it might take ages to spread the news.

Thus, the fastest method is still to imprint one’s will into every corner of the city.

To make these commoners understand, at the fastest speed, that their Empress would be killed by him.

While the common folk below were still processing this, Fang Can’s cold voice continued:

“From now on, I shall rule every aspect of your lives. You shall have only one sovereign above you—I, the Supreme Fang Tian Emperor.”

“For the next thirty days, your lives shall be under my control. The entire nation shall enter slavery, and I shall hold supreme authority!”

As Fang Can’s mental transmission carried these words, an image unfolded in the hearts of all beings.

It was Fang Can, floating in the vacuum of space, white hair cascading like a waterfall, towering figure, bare-chested, cold and godlike, like a demon incarnate.

Mental transmission is inherently the direct exchange of mind with mind, allowing one to unilaterally impose thoughts and will upon the minds of martial cultivators.

During the previous Festival of Madness, Fang Can had used his Eighth Xuanguan mental transmission to knock down all life within a hundred meters.

Now, transmitting a visual image to the inhabitants of a single city was nothing.

Had this world not been suppressed, preventing any information release until after ascending to the Heavenly Path, such measures would not have been necessary.

But to those below, this sight appeared indecent—after all, in this matriarchal world, men bare-chested were far too provocative.

“That lecher, so hot!”

“So shameless—this man must have been pleasured by countless women!”

“He violates male virtue: at home obey your mother, after marriage obey your wife—he has none of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues.”

…

As Fang Can’s image spread through their minds, countless men and women pointed and whispered about him.

Fang Can paid them no mind—he simply let his figure hover in low orbit and slightly increased the intensity of his mental transmission!

In the next instant, agonizing hallucinations surged in the hearts of the city’s residents.

Each felt a heavy slap across the face, their cheeks numb.

‘What’s happening?’ Countless people clutched their cheeks, then suddenly felt a brutal strike to their groins.

In an instant, men and women alike bulged their eyes and collapsed to the ground!

“Calmed down?” Fang Can’s voice rang coldly through mental transmission. “Now I hold your lives in my hands. Choose: submit and become my subjects, or die!”

“As for the reigning Empress and her ministers, there is no need for them to live.”

Gazing down at the Forbidden City, Fang Can issued his final ultimatum:

“In one hundred breaths, I shall destroy the Taiji Hall, annihilating every minister and the reigning Empress, and forge a new dynasty!”

“All who wish not to die—flee. Run as far as you can from that place.”

Inside the Taiji Hall, ministers lay sprawled, unable to rise after being struck by Fang Can’s mental slaps and groin kicks.

Yet upon hearing his words, each cursed: “Damned brat! Treacherous rebel! How dare you plot treason!”

Of course, they cursed—but still ran, for the power gap was too great.

But as they tried to rise and flee, their bodies froze in place, utterly unresponsive, as if severed from their control.

Fang Can, white hair whipping in the heavens, crimson pupils gazed down upon the crawling imperial city like ants.

He extended only one finger; a black AT field churned like boiling ink, violently sucking in the surrounding air, forming a vacuum vortex in low orbit.

“Watch well, maggots—”

His mental transmission roared like thunder crushing the nerves of every citizen.

From his fingertip, black energy surged; the atmosphere within a radius of several li was enveloped by the field, forming a swelling black sphere.

“This is the coronation cannon of the dynasty’s service.”

Fang Can sneered; the energy sphere had swelled to a diameter of dozens of zhang, and with a gentle downward press of his finger,

the sphere plummeted like a meteor, uncontrolled.

Simultaneously, the entire mental broadcast halted; all consciousness returned to reality, and everyone collapsed in terror.

The image transmitted had been too real.

It felt as if a massive energy sphere had truly descended to crush the heavens and earth.

The black currents radiated a domineering, evil aura that made onlookers gasp for breath.

“Was… was that an illusion?”

The thought had barely formed in the minds of the city’s people when countless heads instinctively looked upward.

There, in the daylight sky, a colossal black sphere descended slowly, radiating an aura of annihilation.

The oppressive, dominating aura within it matched exactly the image that had flashed in their minds.

‘The sky of Liyang… is changing…’ was the first thought in every heart.

They watched helplessly as the black sphere grew larger in their pupils, then plunged into the Taiji Hall.

The moment the sphere touched the palace’s glazed tiles, time seemed to freeze.

In the Empress’s final vision, a flash of black and white light swallowed a hundred meters; the gilded dragon pillars inside the Taiji Hall vaporized instantly.

A pillar of black-and-white light shot skyward!

The two-hundred-year-old imperial city walls collapsed like sandcastles built by children.

Thus, the nation of Liyang was extinguished!

(End of Chapter)