Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1065: Chapter 732: Mutant Beast — Giant Serpent (Part 2)

“Don’t worry, we’ll find it soon!” Yang Zhenshan assured them.

The eyesight of the Flying Slave Eagle needs no further explanation. In the vast ocean, they can find their exclusive banners, so finding a giant serpent in this forest is naturally a piece of cake.

Moreover, it’s still winter now, and the forest isn’t covered by leaves, making it even easier to spot a serpent two feet thick.

As soon as Yang Zhenshan finished speaking, an eagle’s screech echoed in the sky.

Chirp~~

Yang Zhenshan looked up and saw Sky Cloud meditating on the opposite mountain peak. He said, “We’ve found it!”

After saying that, he flashed and flew towards the opposite mountain peak.

Although he could fly now, he still preferred flying over treetops as it was less exhausting.

The sensation of flying was wonderful, but it consumed too much True Yuan.

With his current True Yuan, he could only fly in the air for a quarter of an hour at most, and that was without engaging in combat, just pure flying.

“Let’s go and have a look as well!”

“Be careful when you get there, don’t get in the way!”

Wang Lei advised.

He knew he couldn’t stop these people from going over; after all, Yang Xiangdong’s and Yang Xiangxi’s sons might be inside the serpent’s belly.

The group hurriedly ran towards the opposite mountain peak, their speed naturally not matching Yang Zhenshan’s.

As Yang Zhenshan reached the mountain, he quickly spotted the traces left by the giant serpent.

Feiyun also descended in altitude and narrowed its circling range.

Soon, Yang Zhenshan crossed the mountain peak and arrived at a huge rock, where a giant python appeared vividly before his eyes.

“Whoa, what a big snake!”

Yang Zhenshan couldn’t help but exclaim in his heart as he looked at the giant python.

This snake was indeed beyond his comprehension, its body as thick as a barrel coiled together, head raised, flicking its tongue towards the Flying Slave Eagle in the sky. Its length was estimated to be over three zhang.

Covered in dark blue scales, it refracted colorful lights under the sunlight.

Its eyes were a ghostly blue, exuding an icy chill, and wherever it passed, the ground rapidly frosted over with a thin layer of icy scales.

Noticing Yang Zhenshan’s presence, it fixated its ghostly blue eyes on him.

It was certain this was a Mutant Beast.

The only uncertainty was its strength!

Yang Zhenshan felt a bit apprehensive, doubting whether he could handle this terrifying giant python.

Before Yang Zhenshan could react, the giant python suddenly let out a deep hiss.

It was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, shaking the remaining leaves off the branches as they rustled and fell.

Immediately following, the giant python turned into a black shadow, enveloped in bone-chilling cold air, and shot forth like black lightning.

It was covered in heavy ice armor scales, with a ghostly blue light flowing over them, and wherever it passed, vegetation instantly froze and became ice sculptures, snapping apart with a “crack.”

The giant python’s mouth opened wide, two rows of sharp fangs gleaming coldly, as a surge of icy blue cold air gushed forth, instantly covering the surrounding vegetation with a thin layer of frost.

Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan’s eyes sharpened, and he used the “Leaf Fall Root Seeking” footwork, his body agile as a leaf. His toes lightly tapped on the ground, and his body swiftly retreated several zhang.

“Wow, what an arrogant beast!”

Yang Zhenshan was truly startled by it, the cold air hitting his face felt like freezing his skin.

As the giant python launched its attack, the Flying Slave Eagle in the sky remained loyal, even diving down with a long screech.

However, the giant python that pushed back Yang Zhenshan skillfully turned its head, spewing cold air upwards furiously.

The cold air spewed out, promptly forming a patch of white frost, likely the moisture in the air turning to frost.

The giant python’s breath surprisingly froze the moisture within ten zhang, creating a large spread of white frost.

But the Flying Slave Eagle wasn’t foolish; its dive was merely a feint. The moment the serpent turned its head, it had already halted its dive, flapping its wings for an abrupt stop.

The Flying Slave Eagle wasn’t on the same level as this giant python. The size difference alone was immense, not to mention the python’s terrifying cold air.

As for the Flying Slave Eagle’s wind manipulation ability, well, it could only provide a bit of coolness, lacking any real attack power.

Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan waved his hand, and a grey-blue spear appeared in his grip. This spear was crafted by the Spirit Flame Foundry using Jade Wood Bronze and Yellow Earth Spirit Crystal.

Its spear shaft was long and straight, resembling a towering pine tree rising from the ground, exuding an aura of resilience and determination. Its surface was shrouded in a faint azure halo, giving it a dynamic and ethereal appearance.

The spear tip was sharp, glimmering coldly like moonlight piercing the deep night, giving an impression of unrestrained sharpness.

Yang Zhenshan named this spear the ‘Wood Cloud Spear,’ inspired by a move called Wood Cloud in his technique, “Wood Cloud Piercing Spear.”

With the spear in hand, Yang Zhenshan’s aura became majestic, a hint of towering grandeur was faintly perceptible.

The giant serpent seemed to sense Yang Zhenshan’s difference, refraining from attacking again. Instead, it coiled up, flicking its tongue, and gazed at Yang Zhenshan with cold, menacing eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan wasted no words, shaking the spear as intense Wood Spirit True Qi enveloped the spear, extending a three-foot azure blade.

The next moment, the Returning Dust Spear charged straight at the giant serpent’s head like emergent bamboo, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

The giant serpent reacted swiftly, its massive head jerked to the side, easily evading this fierce strike. Then, its thick tail swept across like a howling ice whip, rushing towards Yang Zhenshan with a whooshing wind sound.

Yang Zhenshan leapt into the air, spun mid-air, and deftly dodged the python’s tail strike. Simultaneously, he wielded the spear tightly, creating a dense weave of spear shadows, akin to the branches of Wood Cloud sweeping in the wind.

The spear light striking the serpent’s body produced metallic clangs.

Yang Zhenshan was secretly amazed by the serpent’s tough scales.

The move he just used, called Forest Wood Across the Sky, delivered eighteen strikes in an instant, each truly formidable. Though the power might be a bit lacking, these were his spear strikes, yet they couldn’t even pierce the serpent’s scales.

This demonstrated the extreme hardness of the serpent’s scales.

Although this move pierced through the serpent’s scales, it still prompted a hissing cry from the serpent, expressing its pain.

The pain seemed to infuriate the serpent, and it once again spewed a breath of cold air at Yang Zhenshan.

The chilling breath brought an uncomfortably cold sensation to Yang Zhenshan, ice crystallizing on his clothes, hair, and beard, making him appear aged.

Yet, despite its coldness, the breath didn’t harm Yang Zhenshan, only causing him to shiver slightly.

Feeling the breath’s power and having tested the serpent’s attacks, Yang Zhenshan’s heart calmed down instead.

Though the serpent was formidable, as long as he was cautious, he could handle it. It could serve as practice for him.

Afterward, Yang Zhenshan began a full-on battle with the serpent, continuously using the “Wood Cloud Piercing Spear” moves from the Returning Dust Spear, while his form shifted and changed in the air, validating his recent insights into the “Leaf Fall Root Seeking Skill.”

Over just two months, Yang Zhenshan could not possibly have mastered the spear and footwork deeply, but let’s not forget; he is a Martial Artist with fifty years of cultivation, a veteran of countless battles with extremely rich battle experience.

Hence, his current display of spear and footwork was already decent, far from a beginner’s appearance.

And now, he precisely lacked a practice opportunity, facing this giant serpent which was most suitable to help him adapt to the combat style of the Sea of Spirit.

Bone-chilling air surged, covering the surrounding vegetation with a layer of frost.

But Yang Zhenshan wasn’t affected by the cold air at all, feeling increasingly invigorated with the fight. His form danced in the air, the spear strikes swift as a storm, while the spear tip moved like a lively swimming dragon, weaving through the forest of cold air.

Each spear thrust contained powerful explosiveness, able to pierce the air instantly, producing sharp whistle sounds, seeming to penetrate the clouds.

Hands-on combat is the best practice; training alone a thousand times pales in comparison to having a good match with an equally skilled opponent.

The giant serpent before him was roughly a match for Yang Zhenshan, making for a lively fight between man and serpent.