Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 552 Infinite Multiverse! The Wrath of the Gods!
Outside Guiyuan City, shouts of battle filled the sky!

Although the sky was clear and the air was crisp, a chilling atmosphere pervaded the air.

However, as the Mongol national teacher used his magic extensively, the Song soldiers felt their vision blurred, and the lower-ranking soldiers even had difficulty seeing.

Even if a martial artist possesses internal energy, he still feels the sky is dim and his reactions gradually become sluggish.

The imperial advisor then used the four elements of fire, thunder, wind, water, heaven, and earth to attack the Song army in turn, resulting in over ten thousand casualties.

The Song army was like lambs to the slaughter, and was massacred by the allied forces.

For a time, the most heavily guarded East Gate, under the combined attack of the Mongol Grand Master and the Prince, was instead facing a one-sided defeat.

Just as the Song army was about to be defeated, suddenly!

Boom-! ! ! !

Like a thunderbolt from the heavens crashing to the ground, Fang Can, his white hair flying wildly, slammed his feet into the midst of the charging Mongol soldiers' ranks.

In an instant, the earth shattered, and countless pebbles exploded under his trampling.

The earth in sight bounced up suddenly like a flexible trampoline.

This extremely rapid momentum directly crushed the bodies of countless Mongol soldiers within a radius of tens of meters into a bloody pulp.

Amidst the countless screams of the Mongol army, countless limbs and fragments shot into the sky, spreading thick, impenetrable layers of blood mist.

"who is it!"

At this moment, the King looked at the center, shrouded in thick dust and blood, with a hint of disbelief.

This level of attack is absolutely beyond the level of a Grandmaster, making him the strongest person in the world today!
but……

The prince looked back at the Grand Preceptor with disbelief, and could also see the other's confusion.

Wasn't it said that the Mongols were destined for greatness, so all those beings in the Central Plains went into seclusion?
In stark contrast to the horror felt by the Mongols.

The Song soldiers on the city walls, especially the wandering swordsmen who were struggling to hold on, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

Coughing up blood, Ye Gui strained to look at the dust-shrouded land, thinking, 'Could it be that the Song army's fate is not truly sealed, and that they are being aided by immortals?'

A barrage of normal punches!!!

Just as everyone was expecting it, the dust and blood mist surrounding Fang Can suddenly exploded.

A tall, elegant figure in white robes appeared clearly, his white hair moving without wind and his clothes fluttering in the breeze—it was Fang Can!
His face was calm and composed as he surveyed his surroundings.

There are no fancy techniques involved.

With overwhelming power, Fang Can's fist transformed into countless afterimages.

In just a moment, he unleashed hundreds of powerful punches, violently striking in all directions!
Driven by terrifying energy, a visible spherical energy shield centered on Fang Can exploded.

The originally flowing air transformed into an absolutely tight and solid air wall, which was pushed outwards at several times the speed of sound!

Boom boom boom boom boom—

Destroy everything!

With a terrifying explosion, everything that stood in the way of the air wall became a joke!

Whether it was the fearless Mongol soldiers, rocks, or siege ladders, they were all completely pulverized and vaporized the moment they came into contact!
The ground was plowed into deep trenches, and the residual shockwaves even knocked down the Mongol army ranks further away!

Centered on Fang Can, an absolute death domain with a diameter of over a hundred feet instantly took shape.

Apart from the scorched, rolled earth and the pervasive smoke, there was no other living thing!

Everyone fell silent as they watched the white-haired youth, who seemed to be the Grim Reaper, reaping thousands of lives in an instant.

"You deserve to die!"

Seeing countless elite soldiers die tragically, the king let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot!
His already muscular and grotesque body bulged out in chunks, making a sickening cracking sound as his bones popped!
His already imposing body grew even taller and larger.

In a short moment, his body grew to ten feet tall.

The mere aura emanating from him was enough to suffocate the surrounding martial artists.

"Get out of here!"

With one step, the earth cracked open, creating a small pit several feet deep!
Ye Guiqian, who was blocking the path of the charge, was now like an ant in his eyes.

With a casual swing of his remaining massive arm, Ye Xian unleashed a fist as thick as a human head, sweeping out with the force to crush mountains!

puff--!
Ye Guiqian had no time to react.

I felt an immense force that I couldn't resist slam into my arms as I hastily tried to block!

Crack! The arm bone shattered with a sound!

Ye Guiqian, who had previously managed to hold his own, was now unable to withstand even a single blow.

He was struck head-on by a battering ram, spitting out blood, and flew hundreds of feet away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the city wall!
With an overwhelming murderous aura, Zong Wangye fixed his fierce gaze on the distant youth.

In this state, although his strength increases several times over, his lifespan will also be consumed rapidly.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in the liberated state, ten years of his lifespan will be consumed, so he must fight quickly and eliminate this powerful enemy!

Thinking of this, he stared at the boy in the distance with a ferocious look and said:
"Boy, you've completely enraged me. Once I capture you, I'll break your bones one by one..."

"What are you mumbling about?"

呲——

Before Ye Xian could finish speaking, a white shockwave was forcefully thrown out of Fang Can's hand.

He forcefully shaped the flowing air into a tangible form and then gently tossed it out, where it traced an arc in the air before instantly piercing through Ye Xian's head.

Just as a baseball pierces through thin paper, Nozomi's skull was instantly pierced.

The terrifying kinetic energy carried by the air, even if it only pierced through, directly tore his body apart.

With a single blow, Ye Xian, who was so ferocious just a moment ago, had completely disappeared from the abdomen up to the waist, turning into scattered mud.

The two feet that were standing in place swayed slightly before collapsing with a thud.

Dead silence! A silence even deeper than before!
The wind seemed to have stopped flowing, and even the cheers that the Song army had just ignited on the city wall were stuck in their throats.

Everyone gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

They stared in disbelief at the blood-soaked land and the enormous, mutilated demonic body.

one move?
Just one move?
How could there only be one move!
Everyone present looked like they'd seen a ghost!

"How can this be!"

"The king is dead?"

"He defeated the Mongol prince with just one move..."

"Just who is this young man?!"

……

As Ye Xian's lower limbs collapsed, the Mongolian's eyes revealed an expression that was almost one of utter despair.

Meanwhile, the Song army felt as if they were dreaming, their confidence soaring!

'What is this boy...' Ye Guiqian, clutching his severed right arm, got up from the ground. When he saw Fang Can's face, his mind was struck as if by lightning.

"Immortal Master! You are the Immortal Master that Senior Liu spoke of!" Upon hearing this, the martial arts heroes present suddenly realized the truth!
They were certainly aware of the farce that unfolded yesterday evening.

They assumed it was just an old man experiencing hysteria due to excessive mental stress and didn't take it seriously, treating it as a joke.

The immortal who was mentioned last night, who did not exist, actually descended to earth, leaving the martial arts heroes present with mixed feelings.

On the city wall, after a brief silence, came a volcanic eruption of ecstasy!

"The Immortal Master's divine might!"

"May Heaven bless the Great Song Dynasty! Long live the Immortal Master!"

"Kill! Kill all the Tartars!"

The morale of the Song army was instantly ignited to its peak!

Despite his severe injuries, Ye Guiqian trembled with excitement and roared hoarsely, "Soldiers! The Immortal Master is here! Follow me to kill the enemy! Leave no one alive!"

The call to counterattack sounded at this moment.

Fang Can's gaze calmly swept over the Mongol army, which was engulfed in chaos and fear, and finally landed on the pale-faced Mongol national teacher in the distance.

That look in his eyes was as indifferent as looking at an ant.

Under Fang Can's gaze, the Imperial Advisor, who had seen all the storms of life, felt his legs go weak and he could hardly stand.

He spoke with difficulty, his voice slightly hoarse, "Fellow Daoist, which sect do you belong to? You seem to be breaking the rules."

"rule?"

Fang Can's expression shifted slightly, and he paused slightly as he was about to take a step, his brows furrowing: "What do you mean?"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted into the distance, where he saw two figures, a Buddhist and a Taoist, rapidly entering the battlefield.

In the sky, a monk and a Taoist priest stood, their feet treading on the void as if walking on flat ground.

It is flying towards this place at an extremely high speed!

The monk, dressed in gray robes, had a withered face but a solemn appearance. With each step he took, it seemed as if golden lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, accompanied by faint chanting.

The Taoist priest had white hair and a youthful face. He wore a blue Taoist robe, held a whisk in his hand, and was surrounded by a pure aura, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

This strange sight caused both sides, who were engaged in fierce combat, to fall into an eerie pause.

There seem to be quite a few variables in today's battle!

Ignoring the chaotic battlefield below, the two fixed their gazes on Fang Can, their eyes filled with solemnity, and even a hint of reproach.

Finally, the two landed not far from the Mongolian Grand Preceptor, subtly forming a standoff with Fang Can.

In just a few breaths, the Buddhist and Taoist monks stood together with the Imperial Preceptor, looking at Fang Can with wary eyes.

"You two must be Han Chinese, right?"

Fang Can looked at the monk and the Taoist priest, his eyes calm and still, and said, "You stood by and watched the whole thing, but now that I've killed that prince, what are you trying to do by standing with the Mongolian National Preceptor?"

As Fang Can spoke coldly, Ye Guiqian, along with numerous martial arts heroes and Song soldiers on the city wall, all stared at the monk and the Taoist priest with disbelief, followed by anger and contempt!
If what the immortal master said is true, then why were these two just standing by and watching coldly?
Now he's siding with the enemy's national advisor? Isn't this... blatant treason?!

Under the intense gaze of countless angry eyes, both the monk and the Taoist priest wore bitter expressions.

The old Taoist priest took a deep breath, looked at Fang Can, and spoke in a heavy tone, carrying a sense of helplessness and admonition:

"Benefactor, you...you have truly committed an unspeakable disaster! The Song Dynasty cannot be saved! You have forcibly defied fate and will surely be punished by heaven!"

Upon hearing these words, the Song soldiers present nearly went berserk.

If it weren't for the mysterious appearance of the two, and Fang Can's conversation with them, he would almost have gone up and fought them to the death.

They poured their hearts and souls into defending the city, only to have their efforts dismissed with a mere, dismissive statement that they couldn't be saved!

Conversely, Fang Can, a complete outsider who had joined the battlefield at the old man's invitation, was eager to know their reasons:
"Oh, I'd like to hear what divine punishment is?"

Upon hearing this, the three of them showed obvious surprise.

The Buddha said, "Benefactor, you have cultivated to such a level, yet your elders did not inform you of the so-called divine punishment?"

If they previously thought Fang Can was fighting for the Han Dynasty with a burning passion and was willing to risk his life, they were now utterly speechless.

Having cultivated to this level, how could he not even know about the so-called divine punishment?

How did this clueless kid manage to get to where he is now?
"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me the truth!" Fang Can said impatiently after being repeatedly evaded by the riddle-maker's words.

Urged on, the Taoist gave a bitter laugh and stared at the countless Song soldiers on the cold battlefield before him with the eyes of someone looking at the dead, saying, "So-called divine punishment is naturally the punishment from heaven!"

“The Mandate of Heaven is determined by the stars and the great immortals. All our mortal actions are like puppets on strings. The major trends can be changed, but the minor trends cannot.”

A divine being?

Upon hearing this, everyone present, including Song Guiqian, was stunned. Did the immortals actually want them to die?

"Several hundred years ago, the Mandate of Heaven was in the Song Dynasty, so foreign shamans and sorcerers went into seclusion, and Buddhism and Taoism rose to prominence to pray for the Song Emperor to usher in a prosperous era."

"Now that the Mandate of Heaven has disappeared from the world, we can only follow the trend and even have to help Mongolia."

"Then how do you know who the chosen one is?" Ye Guiqian asked rhetorically from the side.

"Throughout the entire universe, as long as one is in harmony with the celestial stars, one can communicate with the heavens and earth in the unseen realm, and naturally obtain the general trend."

“Those who seek the Buddha’s teachings and the Tao, once they reach a high level of cultivation, can converse with the ascended celestial masters and receive their instructions.”

The monk looked up at the sky and said, "That Mongol prince is an indispensable member of the great power, a demon star descended from heaven. If you forcibly kill him, you will surely anger the gods and immortals!"

As if to echo the words of Buddhism and Taoism, a rumbling thunderclap resounded between heaven and earth.

Then, a crimson light dyed the sun a deep red, and a body so large that its boundaries could not be seen emerged in outer space.

The figure was enormous, larger than any star in the sky.

Its enormous size made its presence known to half the world, and everyone looked up in utter terror.

"It's...it's the God of Asura!"

Countless Mongolians, upon seeing the figure dressed in the same attire as the deity, prostrated themselves in prayer.

But everyone outside Guiyun City was shocked.

This was because the head of the demon in the sky actually bore the face of a Mongol prince: Borjigin Yexian.

The old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly and said:
“Benefactor, what you just did, seemingly killing that Mongol prince, not only did not obstruct the will of Heaven, but also allowed the prince’s soul to return to Heaven after his death, and his true form to come here.”

“That Borjigin Yexian is the reincarnation of the Asura God. Now that you are obstructing the general trend, it will only lead to more tragic destruction.”

"Traitor! You have disregarded the Mandate of Heaven and obstructed the great cause of the Mongols! Your crime deserves death!"

In space, the true voice of the Asura God shook the heavens and earth, causing mountains and rivers to change color.

It can shatter the earth with just a breath; its power is almost unparalleled.

Fang Can, whose strength is almost limitless, can only manifest the power of shattering buildings in this world.

The power that the Asura God is displaying at this moment will far surpass Fang Can's current performance.

Monomer? Multi-component?
No!

If the God of Asura were to unleash his full power in the outside world at this moment...

His strength has reached a terrifying level of infinite diversity!
(End of this chapter)