Chapter 350: The Third Martial World War!

To avenge those superhumans?

Hearing Zhou Huang's words, the four-turn cultivators present wore varied expressions.

"Is this not overly alarmist?" Ye Hao, the youth with the Body of Time, stepped forward to question: "Do you truly believe he alone can destroy all nations of the Dongfang Wujie?"

"This was divined by a four-turn priest; it cannot possibly be wrong." Zhou Huang said coldly: "Who knows what the opponent experienced within the six-turn mystical realm during this month."

"And do not forget, there is also Liu Qingmeng, who might become a five-turn." The black-robed four-turn of the Five Demons Gate spoke in a chilling tone.

Looking at the ruins of the Lian Tian Gate beneath their feet, the formerly orderly and prosperous former four-turn sect had been reduced to dust with merely a single punch.

'Truly, a storm is brewing.' Chu Huang pondered, but in the next moment, he suddenly turned to gaze at the empty space beside him: "Who!"

Shua—

Following his gaze, a blond-haired man appeared out of thin air in the distant empty space.

The appearing man had water-blue eyes, golden hair, and a lock of bangs hanging over his forehead, with a gentle appearance.

Over his green vest, he wore a white Qiankun Dayi, with the characters of the Dongfang Wujie written on the back: "Fourth Hokage"!

Almost the instant he appeared, Chu Huang wanted to seize him directly.

But he saw the opponent immediately reply with a mental image: "Do not act; this is merely one of my clones! My true body is elsewhere!"

As the words fell, Chu Huang's outstretched arm halted before the blond man; the force generated by his strike caused vast cracks to form across the ruins within a hundred meters.

"Who are you?" one of the four-turn cultivators present said, his gaze falling on the characters on the blond man's back: "Which sect's sect master is the Hokage?"

"You may call me Minato Namikaze; of course, the one who created me likes to call me 【Clone-Returning Minato】." The blond man introduced himself: "As for Hokage, it is the leader of the Hidden Leaf Village."

'Minato Namikaze... Hidden Leaf Village...' The crowd silently repeated these names, yet had never heard of them.

"What are you doing here?" one of the four-turn cultivators asked.

"By Fang Can's order, I have come to deliver a declaration of war." Minato Namikaze said seriously: "He intends to wage war against all nations!"

The four-turn cultivators present furrowed their brows in unison: "Wage war? Just him alone!"

"Not only him, but many helpers like me." Minato said: "Due to a thought-seal implanted in my brain, I must fight you in the coming war."

"Relying on you?" Chu Huang couldn't help but show a hint of a smile: "Just a mere three-turn."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Minato Namikaze's eyes: "Of course, it is not just me; many people similar to this are being mass-produced. You simply do not understand the terror of the opponent; they possess abilities similar to Impure World Reincarnation."

"Mass-produced?"

"Of course. Intelligence Jiraiya, physically healthy but mentally unhealthy Itachi, Telescope Kakashi, Thick-Skinned Sakumo, Killer Instinct Naruto raised on healthy milk..."

Minato Namikaze grew more serious as he spoke: "Now they have transformed countless figures; not only those I know, but countless others I do not know."

"So what?" Hearing these strange and bizarre abilities, Chu Huang couldn't help but laugh:

"Just a group of unimpressive people; I have never even heard of them. It was said that anything below four-turn can be slaughtered like dogs."

"What we truly should consider is Fang Can, who somehow reached the four-turn realm, and Liu Qingmeng, who might be a five-turn."

"Is that so?"

A cold voice rang from their ears, and immediately a figure appeared before the crowd at an unknown time.

The sight of white hair and red eyes caused the four-turn cultivators present to grow serious: "Fang Can..."

"Daring to break into our four-turn encirclement alone." The black-robed man of the Five Demons Gate sneered: "Truly ignorant of life and death."

As he spoke, magic power surged within his body, and a complex array diagram suddenly appeared beneath Fang Can's feet.

With the appearance of the array diagram, amidst flashing light, a thundercloud instantly formed ten thousand meters high in the sky, followed by a purple lightning bolt several meters thick that engulfed the youth's body.

This was a forbidden spell he had stored up several days in advance, named: World-Destroying Thunder Punishment.

Once locked on, it cannot be dodged; even the spreading aftereffects are enough to turn half a city into ash, but here upon these ruins, there is no need to worry about such things.

'Previously, when you explored the mystical realm, I did not hold it against you, but now that you have delivered yourself to my door, do not blame me for taking action.'

But quickly, the smile on the black-robed elder's face froze.

Before him, the descending Lei Ting did not dissipate at all; instead, it was completely wrapped by a mass of black qi.

Amidst terrifying fluctuations, this several-meter-thick Lei Ting, under the pressure of the black qi, slowly condensed into a purple thunderball the size of a fist.

Seeing the thunderball in the youth's hand, the surrounding four-turn cultivators felt it was troublesome; the vast majority of them could not ignore the attack of that forbidden spell, let alone compress it.

"You have mistaken one fact." Fang Can sneered: "It is not you surrounding me, but you are surrounded by me."

As the words fell, the thunderball in his hand moved without wind, shooting fiercely toward the black-robed elder.

Seeing his forbidden spell return, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes; he subconsciously tried to dodge, but immediately felt his body unable to move.

"Hmph, too terrified to dodge?" Fang Can sneered.

The answer was the Stand.

Fang Can's arrogant Stand tightly clamped the black-robed elder's figure attempting to reposition, forcing him to watch helplessly as the thunderball crashed into his chest.

Boom!

Just before impact, a burly figure interposed himself between the two.

Seeing the thunderball containing annihilation power before him, the big man did not hesitate, opening his blood-filled maw to swallow the apple-sized thunderball in one bite.

Thud...

A muffled sound issued from the big man's mouth, followed by fine cracks spreading across the land within a hundred li around his feet.

"Transferring all received damage to the land? Interesting, but such transfer must have an upper limit." Fang Can said, looking at the shattered earth.

The burly man snorted without answering, but was clearly displeased.

Immediately, the many four-turn cultivators present surrounded Fang Can, their eyes showing ill will, appearing ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

"No need to be nervous; I have no intention of fighting directly today." Fang Can sneered: "You are not yet qualified to be my opponents."

"Ants have their enemies, fools have their opponents; everyone must find their own position."

"In the third martial world iteration I am about to unleash, let my endless army drown you." Fang Can announced before the crowd.

(End of this chapter)