Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1298: Chapter 843: Frightening Off Mo Xuanyu

Easily dispatching the Lian family’s ancestor, Yang Zhenshan turned his head and met Xuanzhen’s gaze.

Xuanzhen was currently coasting, shrouded in a gentle breeze with a cultivation technique that made his figure appear indistinct, like a ghostly shadow.

Seeing Yang Zhenshan, Xuanzhen immediately looked behind him.

He was searching for Mo Xuanyu’s figure, and Yang Zhenshan knew right away what he was up to—wanting to seize the opportunity for Yang Zhenshan to slaughter Mo Xuanyu.

Yang Zhenshan shook his head, his figure flickered, and he vanished again.

It wasn’t the right time to kill Mo Xuanyu, mainly because Yang Zhenshan wasn’t confident he could do it. After all, Mo Xuanyu had mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation and possessed powerful techniques; whether in magic or magical treasures, Yang Zhenshan likely couldn’t match him.

Seeing Yang Zhenshan disappear, Xuanzhen felt a bit helpless.

Meanwhile, Mo Xuanyu, who was holding the rear, sensed Yang Zhenshan’s presence and suspiciously looked in Xuanzhen’s direction.

Xuanzhen had no choice but to fly into the air, sweeping his spiritual sense around, pretending to search for Yang Zhenshan.

"Who is it?" Mo Xuanyu sent a voice transmission over to ask.

"I don’t know!" Xuanzhen replied.

In the next moment, Yang Zhenshan’s figure appeared again, performing another Soul Capturing Skill, another strike with the Green Glow Sword, beheading another Martial God Corpse Ghost.

"Who is this person?" Mo Xuanyu’s originally ruthless gaze turned serious.

Yang Zhenshan’s instant movement ability was indeed domineering, leaving the Martial God Corpse Ghosts with no chance to resist.

As he acted, the already chaotic scene became even more chaotic.

Every time his form disappeared and reappeared, another head went flying.

In just a breath’s time, three Martial God Corpse Ghosts were slain under the Green Glow Sword.

"Damn it!"

Mo Xuanyu couldn’t contain himself any longer, taking out an octagonal bronze lamp. The lamp stood two feet seven inches tall, its base cast with Soul Suppressing Patterns. The wick emitted a faint blue light, in which countless fierce ghosts seemed to be struggling, as if trying to break free from the lamp’s control.

"Suppress for me!"

The eerie blue candlelight spread, and an invisible force enveloped the world. Many of the surviving members of the Beishi family, upon encountering the light, instantly fell into a slumber—or rather, their divine souls were annihilated.

Yang Zhenshan reappeared next to a Martial God Corpse Ghost, feeling an eerie soul force invade his sea of consciousness, like icy steel needles piercing into it.

Yang Zhenshan’s expression changed slightly as he summoned the Soul-Attracting Bell and gently shook it.

A crisp ringing sounded, with a faint soul power ripple spreading, as if the eerie blue candlelight met its nemesis and quickly retreated.

Although this retreat lasted only a moment, it was long enough for Yang Zhenshan to instantly kill the Martial God Corpse Ghost.

Mo Xuanyu’s Soul Suppressing Lamp was also a divine soul treasure, and a top-grade one at that, ranking above Yang Zhenshan’s Soul-Attracting Bell; if they clashed directly, the bell wouldn’t stand a chance against it.

Additionally, Mo Xuanyu’s divine soul strength was nearly at the late-stage Foundation Establishment level, only slightly weaker than Yang Zhenshan’s.

If the two were to clash souls, the outcome would be uncertain.

Yang Zhenshan’s target was never Mo Xuanyu, so he didn’t engage with him. After killing the corpse ghost in front of him, his figure flickered and vanished from the battlefield.

Now the battlefield was left with only one Martial God Corpse Ghost, namely Bai Shangyuan, who was fighting Shi Pingshan.

Bai Shangyuan realized something was wrong and dared not continue entangling with Shi Pingshan, turning to fly towards Mo Xuanyu.

At the same time, Mo Xuanyu saw Yang Zhenshan’s figure vanish again, his expression growing even more ferocious. Seeing Bai Shangyuan, he concluded that Yang Zhenshan’s next target was Bai Shangyuan.

"Suppress for me!"

In the next moment, he tossed out the Soul Suppressing Lamp in his hand, the eerie blue light enveloping the sky above Bai Shangyuan, with the dense power of the divine soul falling like a tangible weight, covering an area of more than ten feet around Bai Shangyuan.

Bai Shangyuan felt his divine soul consciousness tremble, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his head, making it impossible for him to move.

However, Yang Zhenshan did not appear around Bai Shangyuan, but directly behind Mo Xuanyu.

The figure shrouded in a black robe suddenly appeared, and a pair of deep eyes fixed on Mo Xuanyu’s back.

"Hah~~"

Yang Zhenshan uttered a low shout, forming a spell with his hand, and a three-inch phantom shot from his fingertips, aiming straight at the back of Mo Xuanyu’s head.

Mo Xuanyu’s expression drastically changed, his sinister eyes flaring with anger.

This person dares to ambush me?

Who gave him the courage?

Does he really think I have no means to retaliate?

The surging anger erupted like a volcano, and he let out a furious bellow, "How dare you!"

At this moment, the Soul-breaking Cone had already reached within three inches of him, yet it could go no further.

Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan hesitated not a moment, leaving the Soul-breaking Cone, as his figure flickered and disappeared.

Just as he vanished, countless black ghostly shadows surged over like a flood. Had he not escaped quickly, he would surely have been submerged.

Before Mo Xuanyu stood the black Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. The banner was three feet long with a silver-white pole and bore a black skull, its surface crowded with malevolent ghost faces.

Yang Zhenshan was familiar with this object; Xuanzhen had previously told him about it.

The second rank top grade magic treasure, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. According to Xuanzhen, Mo Xuanyu’s banner hosted no fewer than three thousand ghost entities, including over a dozen Ghost Generals.