Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 317 The World of Female Sovereigns
For a moment, the scene fell silent again, everyone staring at the boy with shock in their eyes.

'Where did this nameless master come from?'

'At less than twenty years old, he has already reached the first stage of cultivation, his mental image condensing into a tangible form, his sword energy extending a foot outwards.'

'Such strength, such appearance, yet there's no legend of him in the martial world.'

……

The audience was stunned by the cold-faced young man.

Fang Can's gaze swept across the scene, taking in the level of cultivation of everyone present.

Five layers of entryway, seven layers of entryway, seven layers of entryway...

Because the Sixth Stage of the Heart is relatively unfriendly to higher realms, after ascending the Heavenly Road, each person's power is suppressed by tens to hundreds of thousands of times.

However, the strength of these lower-level martial artists was not significantly affected; at most, it was reduced by one or two times.

Therefore, at this moment, these hundreds of people, disregarding the mental enhancement, cannot cause a significant crushing effect in terms of physical strength alone.

During the brief silence, the one-eyed female bandit leader's eyes gleamed with even greater excitement as she spoke:
"Haha, sisters, this little devil is all alone and his heart is limited."

"He can only break through the armor of twenty men at most in one go. Don't give him a chance to recover and escape. Capture him while he is exhausted, and that will be a great achievement!"

"After we defeat them, let's all experience what it's like to be a young hero on the road to heaven!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The atmosphere was instantly reignited by the one-eyed female bandit's shouts.

All the female bandits, shouting excitedly and fearlessly, surrounded Fang Can.

Are all these women sick?

A cold glint flashed in Fang Can's eyes, and he suddenly pressed down with his left knee, causing the ground beneath his feet to crack and crumble.

"Boom!!!"

As the footsteps created a huge dent, everyone felt a visible tremor beneath their feet.

The spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread for ten feet, and the flying pebbles, carrying with them the Qi of the Heart, shot out and pierced the heads of the three demonic cultists.

Amidst the flying dirt, gravel, and dust, Fang Can's figure surged into the crowd like a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

In an instant, propelled by the condensed mental image within the AT force field, Fang Can's right palm struck out towards the hundred people in front of him from afar.

"Kakaka!"

The air, which was usually soft, shattered bit by bit in the boy's hands, like hard tempered glass being squeezed by a hydraulic press.

Within the palm, as white as jade, air was compressed, creating a visible white stream of air.

When the palm was fully extended, the air rippled outwards like ocean waves, sweeping over everyone.

In that instant, it seemed as if everyone saw a colossal wave engulfing them.

And that was indeed the case, except that what drowned them was not the waves, but the waves of blood!
"boom!!!!"

The four or five people in front were instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist under the pressure of the palm wind.

Blood, flesh, and bone fragments mingled with the spray of air, turning the people behind them into blood-soaked figures. Then, the surging air blew more than a dozen people in front of them away.

'This is bad, this is at least a level three monster!' The one-eyed female bandit Shi Yuexing thought to herself, feeling that something was wrong.

But by the time he realized what was happening, the boy had vanished from sight, and the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end, a sense of impending death erupting from behind him.

Frozen in place, not daring to turn around, I could already sense the silver-haired figure behind me, like a demon god.

A hand gently pressed down on her head without her noticing, and hundreds of tons of force pressed down on her from above.

"Click——"

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

Fang Can grabbed the female bandit's crown with one hand, and a tremendous force pierced down from her Baihui acupoint.

Shi Yuexing's bones cracked and popped, his hardened body, honed over many years, tore apart like thin paper.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd and the slight trembling of the ground, his entire body had turned into a bloody mess and was buried three feet underground. "Young hero, be careful!" Ji Xinyu's voice came from behind.

Because behind Fang Can, a member of the Demonic Cult was wielding a steel knife and aimed it at the back of Fang Can's head with all his might.

Clang——

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Fang Can's right hand precisely gripped the steel knife swinging behind him.

Amidst the mournful metallic sound, Fang Can's wrist bones spun slightly.

The steel blade that attacked from behind shattered between his fingers, the flying fragments carrying away his thoughts.

Within ten feet, the flesh and blood bodies of seven demonic cultists were instantly pierced, and the earth once again bloomed with blood-red plum blossom patterns.

In the next instant, purple sword energy and ghostly figures darted through the crowd.

The young man's white hair swept through the crowd, his purple sword flashing with a three-foot-long cold light.

Seven streaks of sword energy, like purple lightning, flashed across the sky.

Those closest to him maintained ferocious expressions, their throats already showing thin lines of blood as fine as hair.

The mad laughter of the cultists behind them froze on their faces. Suddenly, the steel knives in their hands snapped in two, the blades curling back and embedding themselves in their eye sockets.

The ghostly figure moved through the crowd at a speed comparable to sword energy.

With heart-wrenching screams, Fang Can's fist easily smashed the heads of the women around him and pierced their abdomens.

A massacre unfolded among the crowd.

Thirty breaths.

The remains of hundreds of people were laid out in a radial pattern centered on the boy.

Fang Can gently flicked the purple-diamond longsword in his hand, and the entire arena fell silent.

Ji Xinyu and the other surviving disciples stared blankly at the young man's retreating figure as he sheathed his sword, their eyes filled with shock.

To break through a hundred armors in one breath—this is already a terrifying master at the third level.

The young man, despite his young age, has already reached the strength of a sect leader.

Unsure of what others were thinking, Fang Can could only manage a wry smile.

It takes thirty breaths to kill a group of lowly minions at the Transcendental Realm level; it's like they're getting worse with age.

"Thank you so much for saving me, senior."

Ji Xinyu's voice trembled. Only now did she see clearly that the young man's clothes were spotless, and even the soles of his boots were not stained with a single drop of blood. His strength had already reached a state of perfection.

"It's alright." Fang Can waved his hand gently and said, "It's just something I did when I saw injustice on the road."

"I am new to the martial world and know nothing about its affairs. I don't even know the major sects. Could you please explain them to me?" Fang Can said to Ji Xinyu with a smile.

Seeing the carefree smile on the young man's face, Ji Xinyu blushed and quickly lowered her head, saying:

"Of course, please let me explain in detail, senior." Ji Xinyu suddenly understood.

No wonder the boy had never heard of him; he was a genius who was obsessed with martial arts and only entered the world today.

As the girl explained, Fang Can also learned that the martial arts world in this region was divided into one sect, six factions, and twelve schools.

One of the most powerful demonic sects had several grandmasters at the fourth level.

Each of the six factions has one or two grandmasters in charge.

The Twelve Sects were once forces with four ranks, but now only three ranks remain.

The leader of the Demonic Cult has been missing from the martial world for several years now.

Therefore, the six major sects prepared to take this opportunity to besiege the headquarters of the Demonic Sect at Cloud Peak, in order to eliminate evil and protect the righteous path in the martial world.

'What six major sects besieging Bright Peak...' Fang Can thought to himself, looking at the weak sects around him that were dominated by women.

It's no surprise that this world, ruled by a woman at the sixth level of enlightenment, is still a matriarchal society.

(End of this chapter)