Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1120: Chapter 758: Fleeing in Disarray (Part 2)

At this moment, the most important thing is to break through the Nether Prison Sect’s encirclement; otherwise, there is only a dead end. Or not, he could still hide in the Spirit Source Land, but that would bring considerable trouble.

"Kill!"

Yang Zhenshan unleashed his full aura, with the intent of the spear enveloping his long spear. His body transformed into a stream of light, and his spear shot out like a dragon, piercing through a black-robed man’s chest with one thrust.

The speed was so swift, and the spear light so sharp, that the other two black-robed martial artists were taken aback.

However, these two did not react slowly; they were also Heavenly Gang Stage martial artists with considerable strength. It was just unexpected before, and with Yang Zhenshan’s unreserved full force, he managed to kill one instantly.

One held a saber, the other a sword, immediately charging towards Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan narrowed his eyes slightly, swept the spear across horizontally in front of him, blocking their attacks.

At that moment, a golden blade light shot out from Yang Zhenshan’s side, directly targeting the black-robed martial artist with the saber.

The one who made the move was none other than Lan Peng.

He tied Lu Youning on his back, and the long saber in his hand was like a rainbow piercing the sun, plunging directly into the black-robed martial artist’s abdomen.

In terms of strength, even Yang Zhenshan might not be Lan Peng’s opponent, and Lan Peng is a true martial artist, battle-hardened, indomitable.

Having entered the Ancient Relic Array twice and retreated intact, his strength and agility are evident.

Yang Zhenshan had only created a momentary gap, which Lan Peng seized expertly, achieving success with one strike.

After the long saber pierced into the black-robed martial artist’s abdomen, with a slight shake, the martial artist was disemboweled, blood and intestines spilling out.

Yang Zhenshan rotated his spear, instantly pressing down on the other black-robed martial artist’s longsword. The golden blade flashed again, and in the blink of an eye, it was on the martial artist’s neck.

The confrontation was brief, just a few exchanges, and the three black-robed martial artists lost their lives instantly.

It wasn’t because the black-robed martial artists were weak, but because of the seamless coordination between Yang Zhenshan and Lan Peng.

More accurately, Lan Peng’s timing was incredibly precise.

Even a momentary opportunity, he could seize with precision.

"Go!"

Having killed the three, Yang Zhenshan felt no relief. He continued to dart toward the west.

The Nether Prison Sect was evidently well-prepared; those who came to besiege were all Heavenly Gang Stage martial artists. Just after Yang Zhenshan killed three, several more black-robed martial artists surrounded them.

Yang Zhenshan skimmed close to the ground, extracting a handful of fragmented silver and scattering it outward.

His Mystical Mechanism Hand had reached an advanced level, and his use of hidden weapons was extremely skillful. However, shooting fragmented silver at Heavenly Gang Stage warriors posed little threat, merely hindering their encirclement momentarily.

But that was enough. The Nether Prison Sect’s encirclement wasn’t tight; after killing those three black-robed martial artists, a gap appeared in the encirclement.

The speed of the two was extremely fast, breaking through the encirclement in the blink of an eye.

Yet several black-robed martial artists pursued fiercely from behind.

While quickly fleeing, Yang Zhenshan observed the pursuers behind him.

There were five pursuers, all Heavenly Gang Stage martial artists. However, two of them had relatively shallow cultivation and flew relatively slowly. Among the other three, there was a burly man whose aura was the most impressive and speed the fastest, even surpassing Yang Zhenshan.

"We can’t stop, nor can we keep fleeing like this!" Yang Zhenshan thought deeply.

Once they stopped, they were bound to be besieged. If the delay lasted slightly, they’d lose the chance to escape.

Also, continuously fleeing was not a solution. The burly man’s cultivation was profound, and his flying techniques were highly advanced. His speed was swift; it wouldn’t be long before he caught up to him and Lan Peng.

As Yang Zhenshan racked his brains for a way to escape, a violent roar echoed in the sky, followed by a growling roar.

Yang Zhenshan raised his eyelids slightly. The sight above almost caused his heart to leap out of his throat.

"Damn, run!"

At this moment, he couldn’t care less about the enemy behind, exclaiming, his speed accelerated by a few degrees.

The True Yuan in his Dantian circulated, frantically rushing through his meridians and acupoints.

This rapid circulation of True Yuan severely damages the meridians and acupoints, slightly inadvertent leading to meridian rupture.

But he couldn’t afford to worry about that now.

Because the Heavenly Turtle Beast was plummeting from above.

That’s right, plummeting down.

This enormous beast, like a small mountain, was falling at high speed. Whether it was killed or something else, it was hurtling towards them.

This was indeed celestial beings clashing, mortals suffering.

Under such a terrifying giant beast, a Heavenly Gang Stage martial artist like Yang Zhenshan was powerless to resist. If truly crushed underneath, they’d turn into pulp instantly.

Lan Peng clearly noticed this, accelerating suddenly, surpassing even Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan’s heart raced wildly, wishing he could grow two more legs. No, having two more legs wouldn’t help; rather, growing wings would be better at this moment.

The giant beast hadn’t landed yet, but the terrifying pressure was already pressing down. However, this pressure pushed Yang Zhenshan from behind, speeding him up significantly.

"I shouldn’t be crushed; I shouldn’t be crushed!"

Yang Zhenshan chanted in his heart, while keeping an eye above, ready to dive into the Spirit Source Land anytime.

As for Lan Peng, he couldn’t care less about him now.

Just as Lan Peng didn’t care about him either, fleeing rapidly with Lu Youning on his back.

In life-and-death situations, one cannot blame Lan Peng for not bothering about him.

Upon careful observation, Yang Zhenshan figured the terrifying giant beast probably wouldn’t crush him, and thus he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Yet before his relief was complete, a violent roar erupted from behind, followed by a terrifying shockwave.

Without any reaction, Yang Zhenshan was like a stone in an explosion, blown several hundred feet by the terrifying shockwave.

He spun uncontrollably mid-air, unable to control himself, letting the shockwave propel him.

Yet his thoughts remained clear, "Luckily, I wasn’t crushed underneath, hahaha, the guys behind are probably doomed!"

Strangely, he was actually amused internally at this moment.

Moments later, he crashed hard to the ground, tumbling over ten feet like a bouncing ball, grimacing before stopping.

"Cough cough~~ Damn it, it almost cost me my life!"

"Brother Yang, hurry up!"

Lan Peng shouted loudly.

Yang Zhenshan couldn’t bother with anything else, springing up and continuing to flee rapidly towards the west.

At this moment, he was in an extremely sorry state. He had deliberately worn old, shabby clothes, now even more dirt-stained, looking hardly different from a beggar.

Of course, Lan Peng wasn’t much better off, but the most miserable was Lu Youning. Even though Lan Peng carried him on his back, Lan Peng had rolled over ten feet on the ground just like Yang Zhenshan. Lu Youning, tied to Lan Peng’s back, had his injuries, which were just beginning to recover, likely worsened, possibly even breaking bones.

But at this moment, no one could care about his injuries. Lan Peng carrying him throughout was already considered benevolent.

Though the three were made disheveled by the fall of the Heavenly Turtle Beast, they had thus shaken off the pursuers, a blessing amidst misfortune.

The two dared not linger, sprinting over two hundred miles before halting exhausted in a ravine.

"Phew phew~~ shouldn’t be a problem now!" Lan Peng panted heavily.

Yang Zhenshan too was gasping like an ox, in fairness, he hadn’t been this disgraced in a long time; the last time was crossing the Stormy Sea Area.

Turning back to check behind, confirming there were indeed no pursuers, Yang Zhenshan sat against a tree.

"Let’s rest a bit!"

Lan Peng’s breathing steadied a little, and then he looked at Yang Zhenshan and burst out laughing.

"Hahaha~~~"

Yang Zhenshan laughed along, "Hahaha~ cough cough~~"

Choking on laughter, almost gasping for air.

"Surviving a great disaster proves there will be blessings to come!" Yang Zhenshan laughed.