Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1445 - 911: How Can Martial Artists Compete with Immortal Cultivators?

Lin Daoyuan looked at the figure emerging from the hall, his face as dark as water.

"Who are you?"

"Zhang Mo of the Unpredictable Ghost Sect!"

Zhang Mo looked smilingly at Lin Daoyuan and at everyone on the square.

All are good materials!

Look, three Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists, over thirty Golden Body Realm Martial Artists, and more than three hundred capable Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists.

Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists can have their essence blood directly extracted and merged into the Blood Pool, Golden Body Realm Martial Artists can be turned into Blood Puppets to serve as cannon fodder, and Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists can be turned into Ghost Soldiers.

His gaze swept over Lin Daoyuan, Yue E, and Han Jiangche, with a look of satisfaction growing more evident.

Divine Soul Realm Ghost Soldiers are much stronger than Foundation Establishment Ghost Soldiers. If fully controlled, their combat strength would surpass Foundation Establishment Ghost Soldiers.

He planned to leave the Yunxiao Mountain Range but intended to do something big before leaving.

So, he had his eyes set on the Sea of Spirit.

"Zhang Mo of the Unpredictable Ghost Sect!" Lin Daoyuan glanced at Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian, "You actually sided with the Unpredictable Ghost Sect? No, you’ve been controlled by the Unpredictable Ghost Sect?"

Yang Shenwu lowered his eyelids, his slightly aged face showing no emotion.

Zhang Xian chuckled, "Senior Lin, don’t blame the master; I dragged him into the Blood Pool when he was unguarded!"

"Why?" Lin Daoyuan asked.

"Why? Naturally, to ascend to the Divine Soul Realm!" Zhang Xian replied.

Lin Daoyuan squinted his eyes, his gaze moving between Zhang Xian and Zhang Mo, "So your previous talk about seeking revenge on the Nether Prison Sect was false?"

Zhang Xian laughed, very brightly.

"Not entirely false, the junior indeed hates the Nether Prison Sect to the bone, but I never intended to seek revenge on them."

Han Jiangche beside him, hearing this, turned his expression multiple times, snorting coldly: "Hmph, very well, you have quite an appetite to dare attack us!"

Though there were many things he couldn’t fathom, they were no longer important. What mattered was that they had fallen into Zhang Mo and Zhang Xian’s trap.

Yue E coldly fixed her eyes like frost on Zhang Mo, but her attention was now on the square below.

"You think just the two of you can keep me here!" The first to make a move was Han Jiangche, seeing that there was no point in speaking further about the situation.

He took out two short hammers and fiercely smashed them towards Zhang Xian beside him.

The hammer handles were only three feet long, but the heads were as big as a human head, making them look like two iron balls in Han Jiangche’s hands.

The hammers were entirely earth-yellow and spherical, emanating a heavy aura in the moment Han Jiangche struck, pressing down like a mountain on Zhang Xian’s head.

"Heh, Senior Han, why rush? How about we sit down for a nice chat?"

Zhang Xian’s face was as smooth as jade, and his voice remained clear.

His figure was as elusive as green smoke, disappearing in an instant when the two hammers fell.

Simultaneously, Yang Shenwu clenched his fist and launched at Han Jiangche.

While Lin Daoyuan and Yue E both attacked Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo was merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, even though he now had the cultivation of the Peak of Foundation Establishment, theoretically he should not be a match for Lin Daoyuan alone.

Yet, with Lin Daoyuan and Yue E attacking simultaneously, he still effortlessly dodged away.

Soaring into mid-air, he gazed gently at everyone below.

"Those who surrender can keep their Divine Soul intact, those who resist will have their soul scattered. Everyone, make your choice!"

In the next instant, chaos ensued.

A large number of blood puppets with red eyes surged around the square, roaring viciously as they began their slaughter.

Within the square, seven Foundation Establishment cultivators struck simultaneously, their bodies bathing in a blood-red light, releasing thick blood plasma spreading like waves towards all directions, seeming intent on drowning everyone in the crimson tide.

"Grandmaster, go!"

Ding Qiu had already sensed something wrong and immediately alerted.

Yang Mingcheng glanced at Zhang Mo in the air, and without hesitation, injected True Yuan into the Jade Token.

Then their figures vanished from where they stood.

The disappearance of the three didn’t catch others’ attention, as the square had become a chaotic mess.

The crimson tide surged outward, sword and blade glints intersected randomly, chaotic and terrifying Qi Mechanism exploded furiously, attacking the suddenly appearing Blood Puppets and Foundation Establishment Ghost Soldiers.

The square was originally quite spacious, but with over thirty Golden Body Realm Martial Artists acting simultaneously, it appeared crowded.

So many strong figures moving at once, the entire square boiled like a kettle, trembled acutely.

But this chaos didn’t last long.

Lin Daoyuan held a long sword, pointing directly at Zhang Mo, the three-foot-long sword gleaming like an agitated white snake, hissing.

In the next instant, his sword moved, like a rainbow piercing through the sun, straight at Zhang Mo.

The deadly sword light tore through the void, appearing directly in front of Zhang Mo.

This sword carried no grand might, but was incomparably sharp, as if it wasn’t thrust from Lin Daoyuan’s hand but emerged from the void.

The sudden appearance of the sword light made it hard to guard against.

Yet Zhang Mo managed to block it, reaching out to grasp this incredibly sharp sword.

A very ordinary palm, with long slender fingers, pale yellow hand back, covered in fine textures.

"Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists are indeed formidable, but since this old man is here, naturally he has the confidence to deal with all of you!"

Zhang Mo crushed the sword qi, speaking poised and composedly.