Chapter 325 - 322: The Six Great Sects Attack Cloud Top

Chapter 325: Chapter 322: The Six Great Sects Attack Cloud Top

In midair, Fang Can’s figure froze.

A purple sword light flashed. The Soft Sword at his waist was already in his hand as he gazed at the blurry, distant figure.

Watching the youth leap high into the air, the crowd was filled with speculation. ’Does this kid have some kind of long-range attack?’

And they were right. Ziling’s [No Boundary, No Distance] ability could strike anything he could see.

However, due to the suppression of this world, Fang Can’s vision was also limited.

The figure, moving at high speed several thousand meters away, was somewhat blurry.

But was the human body really so inconvenient?

The next moment, the structure of Fang Can’s right pupil began to change, bit by bit.

He began to modify it, modeling it after an astronomical telescope!

Under the cutting force of his AT Field, his cornea was torn into two thin layers. One became the objective lens, the other the eyepiece.

His eyeball itself became the telescope tube, fixing the optical path.

At that moment, if Fang Can wished, he could even observe the surface of the moon with ease.

By adjusting the focal length of the objective lens and eyepiece, the distant, once-blurry figure slowly came into sharp focus!

’Found you...’

Fang Can closed his left eye, his right eye firmly locked onto Wei Yixiao’s sprinting form in the distance.

In his right eye, every fluttering detail of the Green-Winged Bat King’s robes was perfectly clear.

The instant he locked on, his sword sang out, clear and high like a phoenix cry piercing the heavens. The cold light pulsing from its edge was more brilliant than the Milky Way.

Almost instantly, Wei Yixiao, who had been rejoicing at her escape, felt a chill run down her spine as a beam of sword light nearly cleaved her in two.

The heroes on the scene only saw the youth swing his sword once before landing gently. They subconsciously stepped forward and asked:

"Young hero, what was the result?"

"Don’t rush," Fang Can said, sheathing his sword at his waist and signaling for everyone to be quiet. "Let the sound travel for a bit."

A dozen or so seconds later, a sharp, miserable cry faintly drifted over from the distance.

Though somewhat distorted, wasn’t that the voice of Wei Yixiao from just a moment ago?

Only then did Fang Can slowly say, "That one’s pretty clever. The moment the sword hit, she immediately burrowed into the ground to escape. I only managed to cut off an arm. If it’s just a flesh wound, she’ll probably reattach it by tonight."

’I still need an x-ray vision function. That way, I could hit enemies behind cover,’ Fang Can thought, conducting a post-battle analysis.

As he was thinking, Xuanxu, standing to the side, clasped his hands together. "A hero emerges from the youth, as expected. For Your Excellency to have such cultivation at such a young age is truly a blessing for our righteous path."

Following Xuanxu’s words, the other Fourth Turn experts also clasped their hands in a salute to Fang Can.

After all, on the path of the Martial Dao, the accomplished come first. Since Fang Can had already reached the Grandmaster realm, he naturally deserved respect.

Besides, the younger one was when reaching the Fourth Turn, the more impressive it was, right?

Looking at the people before him, Fang Can couldn’t be bothered to return the courtesy. Instead, he asked, "Those troops stationed several hundred li away—do they have anything to do with you?"

Just now, when Fang Can had leaped high for a better view, he had been able to faintly see at least a hundred thousand soldiers densely camped several hundred li away, so he asked subconsciously.

In response to Fang Can’s question, the beautiful woman, Guan Weitong, smiled and explained, "This siege of the Demon Sect by the Six Great Sects, much like the siege of the Demon Sect Leader a dozen or so years ago, is actually being spearheaded by the Imperial Court."

"Back then, we allowed the Demon Sect to escape, which led to them growing arrogant enough to besiege the Imperial Court. Now, with the new emperor having ascended the throne, he wishes to cleanse the realm and has dispatched King Beiliang with his troops to support us."

"Should we, the righteous path of the Martial World, be unable to hold on, they will lead their troops to besiege Cloud Top and provide large-scale support."

As Guan Weitong spoke, the hearts of the various masters present swelled with excitement. ’So there’s a backup army like this! We’re invincible!’

But Fang Can couldn’t help but frown. He looked at the crowd and reminded them, "What if the court decides to boil the hounds after the cunning rabbit is dead?"

"Young Hero Fang, you worry too much. How could the court commit such a dishonorable act?"

"In the past, the previous dynasty was in chaos. The current Li Yang Dynasty was established with the support of the various sects of the Martial World. At the founding of the nation, the emperor even made a pact at the Luo River with the heroes of the Jianghu, agreeing that the court and the Martial World would not interfere with each other."

He Chong of the Kunlun Sect explained, but Fang Can was still not convinced.

"Then what’s the deal with the Demon Sect? Didn’t you say the court and the Martial World don’t interfere with each other? This counts as a breach of contract, doesn’t it?"

"Because the Demon Sect is entirely composed of remnants from the previous dynasty. The Demon Sect Leader himself is the former Crown Prince. This is why the court has repeatedly set up schemes against them," Xuanxu explained.

Seeing that Fang Can was still unconvinced, the heroes were amused and reassured him not to overthink it.

’A bunch of NPCs. This is actually a female-oriented fiction world.’ Fang Can made a judgment in his mind. ’These guys’ brains are like they’ve been stamped with a thought-seal.’

’But what the hell does that have to do with me? I want to see rivers of blood. As long as it’s not my blood being spilled, I don’t care,’ Fang Can sneered inwardly.

’Their faces, full of regret and fury when the time comes, will surely be fun to watch.’

With that, his expression changed as he said, "I see. It seems I was overthinking things. I’m still too young. The Sect Leaders have indeed been most thorough in their considerations."

Seeing that they had finally convinced the stubborn youth, the Sect Leaders’ faces broke into relieved smiles.

Immediately after, Xuanxu’s deep voice resonated with Buddhist meditative power as he declared, "Heroes of the Martial World, rest well tonight! Since that thief from the Demon Sect has delivered the challenge, tomorrow we will ascend the mountain and fight them to the death!"

As soon as he spoke, the heroes responded with a roar.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wei Yixiao dragged her heavily injured body, clawing through the earth. She managed to hold on until she reached the mountain peak, where she was discovered by members of the Demon Sect and brought back.

"Didn’t I tell you to just deliver the challenge and not get into a fight? Who could have injured you this badly?" the White-Eyebrowed Eagle King, clad in a black robe with brows whiter than snow, snorted coldly.

"It was some kid I’ve never seen before. I thought he was good-looking and wanted to suck his blood, but I never expected him to be a Grandmaster. I was so scared I just dropped off the challenge and ran."

"A Grandmaster you’ve never seen before?" the White-Eyebrowed Eagle King asked, intrigued.

Wei Yixiao, frustrated, gulped down several large bowls of blood.

"Who would’ve thought? That kid could hit me with his sword from several thousand meters away! I was so scared I had to dig into the ground to get back. Otherwise, you might not have seen me again."

"That kid’s sword seems to be able to hit anyone he can see. If I hadn’t run and just attacked him directly back then, I might not have ended up in such a sorry state."

"It doesn’t matter. The Sect Leader’s Qiankun Great Shift has already reached the highest level. We just have to wait for the Six Great Sects and those dogs from the court to come to their deaths tomorrow."

As he spoke, the White-Eyebrowed Eagle King gave a cold laugh, and the tips of his fingers made the sound of clashing metal as they touched.

...

After a night of rest, the righteous heroes of the Martial World gathered at the foot of the mountain on the second day.

Bolstered by the fact that Fang Can had recently severed Wei Yixiao’s arm, the atmosphere was fervent, and everyone’s spirits were high.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Xuanxu took the lead and rallied them, "Fellow Daoists, good and evil cannot coexist! Heroes present, please follow me to vanquish the demons and defend the Dao!"

With his command, Xuanxu’s body instantly transformed into the five-meter-tall Dharma form of an Angry-eyed Ming King, and he took the lead, charging forward.

As his figure appeared, a volley of arrows rained down from the distance.

But the sharp arrows struck the body of the Angry-eyed Ming King Dharma form, creating a series of CLANGS, yet they failed to break through its defense.

Following behind the Angry-eyed Ming King, the crowd charged up the mountain together.