Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1498 - 937: Brothers in Adversity (Part 2)

"Master, that detestable fellow has already been burned to death by me!"

The Golden Crow presented the treasure to Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan took it without a close look and directly tossed it into the warehouse in the Spirit Source Land.

Now was not the time to check the spoils of war, as the surrounding battle was at its peak.

He glanced upwards, the two battlefields had merged into one, with Jian Changhe and Jian Guyun’s group still entangled with Sheng Youhuang and Li Xuanxiao, temporarily unable to determine a victor.

He paid no attention to the battle in the sky. Although the win or loss of the high-level combatants would greatly affect the outcome of this war, that was Jian Changhe’s concern. If Jian Changhe lost, continuing this war would be meaningless.

Retracting his gaze, Yang Zhenshan looked towards the battlefield below.

The battleground had already shifted from the city walls to outside the city, with Qu Changkong leading the Yujing Guard to charge out.

Defending the city might seem advantageous, but once the cavalry fell into a melee, that advantage turned into a disadvantage for the cavalry.

If the soldiers continued to defend on the city walls, the cavalry would face tremendous pressure. To alleviate the cavalry’s burden and better annihilate the enemy, the Yujing Guard had to fight outside the city.

"Go, set a big fire for me, be careful not to burn our own men!"

Yang Zhenshan gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.

"Caw caw~~ Master, Spirit Stones!" The Golden Crow gazed longingly at him.

He had nothing to say, with a wave of his sleeve, he threw a large number of Spirit Stones into the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Feeling the abundance of Spirit Stones, the Golden Crow joyfully shouted, "Master, watch this, I will burn them all to ashes!"

"Don’t harm our own people!"

Yang Zhenshan reminded again.

The Golden Crow responded and flew towards the battlefield below, while Yang Zhenshan charged towards the aerial battlefield.

The aerial battlefield was extremely perilous, with several Foundation Establishment cultivators and dozens of Golden Body Realm Martial Artists fighting in melee, certainly a dangerous place.

Yun Xiao was still entangled with Ming Shuzi, Jian Qingxiao was similarly caught up by a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Nether Prison Sect, and Ding Qiu was tangled with an elder of the Nether Prison Sect who seemed perpetually near death.

Although the Sea of Spirit had numerical superiority, the Yang family had fallen into a disadvantage.

This was why Yang Zhenshan disregarded the battle between Jian Changhe and others.

In mid-air, Ding Qiu, panting heavily, looked at his unnaturally old opponent, his eyes full of determination.

His saber intent was strong, but his cultivation level lagged significantly behind that of the elder.

The gap between the mid and peak Golden Body Realm was enough to erase his advantage in saber intent.

"Kid, your aptitude is great, but unfortunately, you met me!" The elder swung his long staff, slamming down ferociously towards Ding Qiu.

"Hehe, I love killing geniuses the most!"

The elder’s wrinkled face was filled with a sinister delight.

Ding Qiu blocked horizontally with his saber, with a thud, he lost control of his body, crashing downwards.

The ground was uneven, and he was slammed into a large pit, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Die!"

The elder, taking advantage, wouldn’t relent, raising his long staff to smash down before Ding Qiu could climb out.

Roar~~

The Cloud Tiger Cub, which had fallen to the ground, suddenly sprang up, heedlessly charging towards the descending staff.

If this blow landed, the Cloud Tiger Cub would surely perish.

"Big Tiger!"

Ding Qiu sprang from the pit, trying to stop the Cloud Tiger Cub, but he was already too late.

However, just as his eyes widened with sorrow, a sharp vine suddenly shot forth.

The elder reacted quickly, retracting his long staff to sweep it behind him.

But before he could sweep the staff, his senses suddenly blurred, everything before him became hazy, plunging him into a daze.

Although this sensation lasted only a moment, it was enough for him to lose his life.

Pu chi~~

The sharp vine instantly pierced through his throat.

Cough cough~~

The elder incredulously clutched the vine in his throat.

He followed the vine’s path to see a tall figure in a green long robe, with the vine extending from the sleeve of that figure. He tried to discern the figure’s features, but his mind hadn’t fully cleared, only able to see a blur.

It was naturally Yang Zhenshan who killed him.

Against Jiang Taishu, Yang Zhenshan needed to use his trump card, but dealing with these Golden Body Realm Martial Artists was effortless for him.

A single Soul Capturing Skill sent over, and no Golden Body Realm Martial Artist could withstand it.

"Master!"

Ding Qiu exhaled a long breath upon seeing Yang Zhenshan’s figure.

"Be careful!"

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, spoke a word, and disappeared with a flash.

He pinched a spell with his hands, his wide sleeves naturally hanging down, as vines extended from his sleeves.

The reason his sleeves could grow vines was because storage and growth arrays were inscribed inside, storing a significant number of vine seeds and aiding in casting the Vine Skill.

Actually, casting the Vine Skill didn’t require seeds, but using them could save him some mana.

This was a clever design; although it didn’t significantly improve his overall combat power, it made casting the Vine Skill very convenient.

With a Soul Capturing Skill and a vine, Yang Zhenshan initiated a massacre on the battlefield.

For other Immortal Cultivators, killing a Golden Body Realm Martial Artist requires some effort, but for Yang Zhenshan, they posed almost no resistance.

The reason was that Yang Zhenshan’s Divine Soul Power far exceeded others of the same level, and his mastery of the Soul Capturing Skill had reached the Perfect Realm.

Even Foundation Establishment Cultivators would falter under his Soul Capturing Skill, let alone Golden Body Realm Martial Artists.

Combined with his teleportation ability, his attacks on the battlefield were unpredictable.

In just a few breaths, six Golden Body Realm Martial Artists fell from his vines’ piercing.

"Dad, save me!"

Yang Minghao lay on the ground, watching Yang Zhenshan wreak havoc in the air, calling out.

Yang Zhenshan gave a slight glance downwards, his Spiritual Sense sweeping over the broken limbs on the ground, then brought over a severed limb, tossing it beside Yang Minghao.

Yang Minghao was in a miserable state, a gruesome wound sliced from his shoulder into his abdomen, ribs fractured, blood flowed from his chest and abdomen, staining the ground beneath him a dark red.

Additionally, one of his arms had been severed.

No wonder he cried for help; even with mastering the Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill, failing to receive timely treatment could leave hidden dangers.

Yang Minghao painstakingly brought the severed hand, pressing it against his wound, then swallowed a handful of Elixirs.

"Damn, I almost lost my life here!"

"Dad is really ruthless, I’m so badly injured and he didn’t even pay attention to me!"

He muttered quietly.

"What are you mumbling about!"

Yang Mingzhi approached and asked.

Yang Minghao looked up at him, slightly stunned, "What happened to your ear!"

Half of Yang Mingzhi’s face was stained with blood, and his left ear was missing, leaving a bloody wound.

"Lucky it was my ear, not my head!"

Yang Mingzhi lay beside him, "I wonder if it can grow back; if not, it would look terrible!"

Yang Minghao laughed loudly, "Really miserable, haha~~"

"I’m stronger than you!" Yang Mingzhi glanced at him.

The two brothers lay together, silently absorbing the spiritual element from the earth.

By now, the aerial battle was nearing its end; aside from Ming Shuzi, the rest of the Nether Prison Sect began fleeing.

It was because Yang Zhenshan was too terrifying. In just a few moments, seven or eight Golden Body Realm Martial Artists had fallen to his vines.

The battle on the ground was even more chilling, with Yang Zhenshan’s command, the Golden Crow spared no expense, spreading a blazing fire on the battlefield.

To avoid harming their own forces, it started burning from the Nether Prison Sect’s camp all the way to the battlefield’s center.

The land turned into a sea of fire, and even hundreds of miles away, the scorching heat could be felt.