Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1465 - 921: Wailing and Weeping

Kou Ta grinned towards Fang Ze, and Fang Ze’s expression immediately turned extremely unpleasant.

With Kou Ta’s appearance, he looks fine when not smiling, just rugged. But when he smiles, it’s pure brutality; his face is full of rough flesh, and his smile is terrifying.

Yang Jizhen arrived late, somewhat embarrassed as he stood before Han Fei.

In terms of cultivation and strength, he was far inferior to Hong Fuxiu and Kou Ta. Moreover, both Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu had experienced countless battles, often teetering on the edge of life and death as Foundation Establishment cultivators. Compared to them, Yang Jizhen’s combat power was negligible.

The appearance of four Foundation Establishment cultivators made Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan’s hearts sink simultaneously.

How could the Yang family have four Foundation Establishment cultivators?

This is impossible!

Hasn’t the Yang family been established for less than forty years? Where did so many Foundation Establishment cultivators come from?

Fang Ze was filled with shock and unease.

"Yang Pill Master, leave these two to us, husband and wife. How about you oversee for us?" Hong Fuxiu said with a smile.

She wanted to showcase her strength in front of Yang Zhenshan to attract his attention.

Besides, their mission was to station at Yang Family Town, and since it was encountering an external invasion, they had the responsibility to capture the enemies.

"Alright, I appreciate the trouble, fellow Taoists!" Yang Zhenshan agreed with a smile.

"Hehe~~"

Hong Fuxiu smiled cunningly at Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan, "Gentlemen, a life-and-death battle is upon us; beware!"

"Wait, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Fang Ze hurriedly said.

The situation was clear; they definitely wouldn’t gain anything, and perhaps might even lose their lives here.

A wise man does not suffer immediate losses.

Fang Ze decided to surrender first to keep his life intact, and deal with everything else after escaping danger.

He wanted to give in, but Hong Fuxiu and Kou Ta wouldn’t let him.

After all, Hong Fuxiu wanted to show off before Yang Zhenshan. If Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan surrendered easily, what was there to show?

Before Fang Ze could finish his sentence, Hong Fuxiu had pirouetted, her red dress fluttering like leaping flames. With a graceful wave, a lengthy Red Silk suddenly flew out from the wide sleeves, the peony design embroidered with golden threads came to life in the wind, its petals stretching out with sparks, and the entire Red Silk transformed into a Red Phosphorus Fire Dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the two men.

Wherever the Fire Dragon passed, the air hissed and crackled, while Hong Fuxiu’s fingertips pinched a spell, her lips curled into a seductive, sinister smile, "Nanming Lihuo, heed my call!"

The dragon’s head raised abruptly, its giant mouth opened to spew a downpour of fire, each spark landing to burst into flames the size of a bowl, instantly creating a sea of fire within ten meters, with flames curling like waves.

Seeing this, Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan dared not delay for an instant and hurriedly wielded spells and magical treasures to defend.

Fang Ze took out and brandished a flame banner, the flag swung, revealing four Fire Phoenixes to meet the Red Phosphorus Fire Dragon transformed from the Red Silk.

"Is this the extent of your fire power?"

Hong Fuxiu invoked another spell, and suddenly blue flames surged around the dragon, with flames sprouting from the scales forming into peonies.

"Let me show you my Innate True Fire!"

Words barely spoken when nine blue peonies emerged from the blazing waves, each time the petals trembled, countless fiery needles shot out, weaving into a dense fire net in mid-air, sealing the retreat of the two.

By now, the Red Silk had shed its mundane appearance, the dragon entwined with azure and crimson flames, roaring like a living creature.

Hong Fuxiu walked through the sea of fire, each step drawing closer, her red dress fluttering in the wind, her gold inlays swaying slightly with the motion, making her all the more dazzling under the flaming light.

The fire dragon roared, devouring the four Fire Phoenixes utterly and completely.

Fang Ze’s face changed dramatically, as he quickly retreated.

But he seemed to have forgotten Kou Ta behind him.

As Hong Fuxiu acted, Kou Ta also took action, his thick fingers pinching a spell, bathing in golden light, and the next moment, six giant golden arms sprouted from his back, rampaging towards Zhang Baishan.

These golden arms were incredibly dexterous, and each move integrated the essence of Martial Arts, forcing Zhang Baishan to use all his means to respond after only a few moves.

Zhang Baishan, despite being in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, possessed strong defensive earth attributes as a cultivator.

A rock shield guarded him, fracturing under Kou Ta’s pounding, yet continuously reforming.

Zhang Baishan desperately strengthened the rock shield with various defensive spells, but even so, he retreated step by step.

Both retreated until they were back-to-back, cornered into a position with no retreat.

Hong Fuxiu’s eyes blazed like fire, her hair strands seemed aflame, she was like a Flame Empress.

"Nanming Lihuo, burn the heavens and boil the sea."

She laughed gleefully, twirling up, the gold sparks from the hairpin swirling into flame runes, "Try this move — Blooming of Nine Heavens!"

The azure peonies bloomed mightily, erupting into a shower of fire. A million golden fire tongues spewed from the blooms, tearing through the night like a volcanic eruption. Each fire tongue intertwined in mid-air, forming a roaring fire sea; every fire tongue as thick as Jiao Long, its surface rolling with viscous fire particles, scorching the air wherever it passed, generating visible heatwave ripples.

The fire rain drifted down like red gold dust, igniting dry leaves, making rocks smoke; every breath filled with a burnt, fiery scent, as if everything in the world was distorted into shaking mirages by the heatwave.