Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1446 - 911: How Can Martial Artists Compete with Immortal Cultivators? (Part 2)

Lin Daoyuan’s eyes were like swords, and the aura around him grew increasingly sharp, resembling an unsheathed sword, releasing his own Sword Intent and sharpness freely.

"Unpredictable Ghost Sect, truly a bunch of rats who only know how to plot and scheme!"

The momentum of the sword changed again, turning the sky full of sword beams into a storm of pear blossom petals, each "petal" adorned with tiny Spiritual Energy Vortices, seemingly about to shred Zhang Mo in the storm of Sword Intent.

This was a magnificent scene of wind and snow, white pear blossoms drifting in the air, seemingly slow, yet incomparably sharp.

The wind blew gently, and the snow fell slowly.

The glaze tiles on the palace roofs made a puffing sound, and clouds of dust rose from the palace buildings.

Blood flowers bloomed on the Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets, turning the elegant wind and snow into something bewitching.

And above the wind and snow, a bright moon was rising slowly.

A bright moon floated to mid-air, with the myriad stars reflected in the Jade Plate, then poured down a blade as vast as the Milky Way.

These air blades were not fierce aggressive moves, but were enveloped with a bone-chilling coldness. Wherever they passed, space cracked like a mirror, even freezing sound itself.

Yue E stood within the bright moon, a moon-white long dress making her appear even colder and more unattainable, as if she were indeed an immortal maid from the Moon Palace.

She watched Zhang Mo with eyes as clear as black and white, like an immortal descended to earth, indifferently overlooking all beings.

Sword Qi like snow, crescent moon like a blade, swarming forth.

To make two Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists act together, Zhang Mo was indeed someone to be proud of.

But facing the attacks of two Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists, Zhang Mo was not flustered in the least. His figure suddenly collided, transforming into a giant three zhang tall within the blink of an eye, with blood energy becoming more intense, as if he had just crawled out from a Blood Pool.

Whether it was the Sword Qi or crescent moon, as they fell upon him, they were like stones sinking into a lake, only stirring ripples.

"Hahaha~~"

"Haha~~"

He laughed loudly, his laughter filled with pride and arrogance.

"You Martial Artists, how can you compete with Immortal Cultivators?"

"If you’re sensible, you better surrender early, this old man’s mercy can ensure your Divine Souls are not destroyed!"

The giant body struck a palm towards the sky, and a terrifying wave of blood energy instantly submerged the icy cold Moon Blade.

Yue E retreated swiftly, a flush appearing on her fair face.

Following that, Zhang Mo waved his hand again, submerging all of Lin Daoyuan’s Sword Qi.

Yet, a touch of crimson unexpectedly appeared in Lin Daoyuan’s eyes.

"What have you done?" Lin Daoyuan felt something unusual in his body.

"Hehe, nothing much, just a little gift for you all!"

"This is the Blood-crying Gu that I refined over ten years."

Zhang Mo smiled, "The timing should be about right, I believe you will appreciate this little gift of mine."

Yue E’s consciousness felt a moment of shakiness, as though many phantoms appeared before her.

And at this moment, the crowd in the square had already fallen into various illusions.

The Blood-crying Gu is a type of Gu, or spirit insect, carrying a faint bloody smell that can disperse into the air, being extremely hard to detect. Even searching with Spiritual Sense, unless paying extra attention, it is very easy to overlook these minuscule insects.

Once the Blood-crying Gu enters the body, with the onset of its poison, the eyes of the poisoned will shed bloody tears and they will see various terrifying visions. These visions usually relate to death and blood, such as seeing themselves dismembered, loved ones and friends dying tragically, causing immense mental shocks to the poisoned, driving them gradually to collapse in fear and pain.

The area here was not only sealed with a Great Array, but Blood-crying Gu had also long been placed. Without these preparations, Zhang Mo would not brazenly appear in front of everyone like this.

"Break the array!"

Yue E’s cold voice rang out.

In such a scenario, whether or not they could take down Zhang Mo no longer mattered, the key was whether they could leave this place to ensure their own safety.

As for others, at this moment, they naturally couldn’t concern themselves.

Lin Daoyuan also understood this logic.

The means of Immortal Cultivators were too complicated, and someone like Zhang Mo, with such sinister methods, was even more unpredictable.

They were all Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists, having dealt with Immortal Cultivators countless times in their lives, yet they still fell into Zhang Mo’s trap.

Nobody expected Zhang Xian to betray the Three Sects of Spiritual Grace, nor did they expect Zhang Xian to collude with Zhang Mo.

Neither did anyone expect Zhang Mo to be so ambitious, daring enough to strike simultaneously at three Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists.

Such a thing, around the Yunxiao Mountain Range, perhaps only White Cloud True Monarch would dare have such thoughts.

What concept are three Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists!

They are three beings high above Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Besides the insane Zhang Mo, who else would dare plot against three Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists simultaneously?

Lin Daoyuan suddenly burst out with a towering Sword Qi, fiercely slashing towards the bloody web in the air.

Rumble~~

The night sky trembled, stars shook, blood-colored light, like smoke and mist, enveloped the entire world. In the smoke, a gigantic phantom of a spider could vaguely be seen.

"Stop struggling, this is my Blood Spider Immortal Trapping Array, you can’t escape!"

While Zhang Mo said this, he flung out a Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

Ghost Qi pervaded, evil ghosts roared, and numerous Ghost Generals surged out, instantly submerging Lin Daoyuan within.

Razor-sharp Sword Qi flew, tearing one Ghost General after another, but still unable to free from the entanglement of ten thousand ghosts.

The poison of the Blood-crying Gu deepened, and faint blood threads were already seeping from Lin Daoyuan’s eyelids.

Yue E was not faring well either, having long detected the presence of the Blood-crying Gu, hence why she previously decided to leave without hesitation, but she was still a step too late, trapped by the Blood Spider Immortal Trapping Array.

Though her Moonlight True Essence could slow down the poison of the Blood-crying Gu, she could not expel it from her body.

And after Zhang Mo used the ten thousand ghosts to entangle Lin Daoyuan, he started attacking her.

At her current state, she could only barely fend off Zhang Mo.

As for Han Jiangche, his situation was even more dangerous, faced with the joint assault of Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian, he was entirely at a disadvantage, unable to counterattack.

The chaotic battlefield continued, and at the Spirit Source Land, a commotion ensued as well.

Yang Mingcheng, Ding Qiu, and Lu Fusheng utilized the power of the Jade Token to escape from the Wuxiang Sect, directly returning to the Reception Hall at the Spirit Source Land.

The moment the three appeared in the Reception Hall, they felt physically uncomfortable, followed by continuous illusions before their eyes.

Yang Mingcheng stood within the hall, his eyes blank, motionless.

He was baffled by the scene in front of him.

The majestic city walls were so familiar.

"Is this Chongshan Pass?"

Looking at the long-forgotten city, he felt a nameless fear in his heart.

Corpses hung on the city walls; he couldn’t see them clearly, yet he seemed to see.

"What is that!"

He stared hard at the corpse hanging from the wall.

A bloodied and mutilated corpse.

"Father!"

He let out a heartrending wail.

In the Reception Hall, the garrison soldiers were startled by Yang Mingcheng’s wail.

Wu Zhan quickly came to Yang Mingcheng’s side, calling, "Master, Master~~"

"Master, wake up!"

"Housekeeper Ding, Housekeeper Ding!"

Seeing he couldn’t wake Yang Mingcheng, he called out to Ding Qiu.

Ding Qiu was also in a daze, but he was much better than Yang Mingcheng, still retaining a bit of clarity.

"Quickly go get the Old Master!"

Faint blood threads seeped from his eyes, but his mind was still clear.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhan dared not delay for even a moment, and with a flash, he flew out of the Reception Hall, heading towards the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau.