Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 693: Chapter 552: You Deserve to Be Hunted Down!

The battle between the two became increasingly fierce, with their figures constantly crossing and colliding.

Just as the duel had exceeded a hundred moves without a clear victor, Yang Zhenshan suddenly lunged forward, closing the gap to within ten feet of Chai Wuji.

“Watch the spear!”

His form shrank back, and with the two Short Spears, their tips prodding the spear butts, they transformed into a long spear and thrust out abruptly.

The spear tip flickered with a pale blade, as fast as lightning at its extreme.

Chai Wuji’s pupils contracted sharply, nearly retreating instinctively.

His reaction was swift, his speed of retreat even faster, but the speed of the spear tip was faster still.

In a blink, the spear was close, aiming straight for his throat.

Such a fierce attack made Chai Wuji involuntarily hold his breath, even his heartbeat ceased, it was too late to block with his sword; his natural instinct was to mobilize the Innate True Qi within his body.

The earthy yellow Innate True Qi nearly coalesced into a tangible form at his throat, forming a glowing orb.

Yang Zhenshan’s lunging form came to an abrupt halt, squinting at the earthy yellow light orb.

The unstoppable Thunderbolt Strike had been blocked!

Qi Armor!

This surprised him, but on second thought, it also made sense.

Although the Thunderbolt Strike was powerful, it was not undefendable.

Chai Wuji’s ability to instantly create an armor to protect his vitals indicated that he had reached a realm of controlling Qi at will.

Of course, ordinary Qi Armor definitely couldn’t stop the Thunderbolt Strike, but Chai Wuji’s True Qi characteristics included not only heaviness but also significant defensive power.

Previously, when Yang Zhenshan faced Yue Minghua, there was also a layer of Qi Armor covering Yue’s body, yet it was almost useless against the Thunderbolt Strike.

This didn’t mean that Chai Wuji was more powerful than Yue Minghua, rather, their talents were different, each with their own strengths.

Yang Zhenshan was surprised, but Chai Wuji felt boundless fear, with fine sweat breaking out on his forehead.

That spear had almost claimed his life, just a hair’s breadth away; he could almost feel the cold tip of the spear.

If it were to come again, he was not confident he could block it.

This was probably the closest he had come to death in over a hundred years.

He kept retreating until he stopped after withdrawing more than thirty feet, looking at Yang Zhenshan uncertainly.

“Taoist Intent!”

Yang Zhenshan withdrew the Short Spear, “You’re far from it!”

Chai Wuji watched Yang Zhenshan warily, his already stern visage now fluctuating with uncertainty.

“Cease!”

He barked at the battle unfolding not far away.

If he let the fight continue, his subordinates would soon be killed by Yu Qingyi.

Three Half-step Innate Martial Artists, two dead, only one left; and from the dozen Martial Artists with cultivation at the eighth or ninth level, only six remained.

One of the maids of Xue Qiaoer had died, two were injured, and Xue Zhongjin was out of breath and somewhat powerless.

Although Yu Qingyi’s assistance had reversed their losing situation, they had been fighting for too long, and now each of them was at the end of their tether.

“Marquis!” Yu Qingyi came behind Yang Zhenshan, looking at him with concern.

“I’m fine!”

Yang Zhenshan waved his hand to indicate he wasn’t injured.

Both sides ceased battle, Chai Wuji attention now focused on Yang Zhenshan and the others.

He might be powerful, but not enough to handle three Innate Martial Artists, especially when Granny Xue’s strength was not much lesser than his, and Yang Zhenshan posed a threat to his life.

“Let’s leave today’s matters as they are, but I will surely come to the Snow Spirit Palace another day to settle the score!” Chai Wuji said coldly.

Granny Xue stepped forward, “If sir wishes to visit, then do so at your pleasure, Snow Spirit Palace will bear the consequences!”

Chai Wuji snorted, “We leave!”

With that, they turned and departed, not even bothering to take the bodies of their companions.

After they left, Granny Xue finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Xue Qiaoer also relaxed, and the next moment her hair changed from snow-white back to its original jet-black.

Yang Zhenshan looked at her in astonishment and asked, “What’s this?”

Such a mysterious transformation genuinely surprised him.

Hair can change color?

From black to white, and then back from white to black?

This was clearly not the whitening of hair due to age.

“It’s the Ice and Snow Holy Spirit.” Xue Qiaoer smiled, “Many thanks to Marquis Yang for coming to the rescue!”

“Ice and Snow Holy Spirit, there really is an Ice and Snow Holy Spirit!” Yang Zhenshan curiously observed her, appearing almost as if he wished to dissect Xue Qiaoer.

Spiritual Grace Holy Sect worships the Holy Spirits, and Snow Spirit Palace venerates the Ice and Snow Holy Spirit. Yang Zhenshan had always thought the so-called Holy Spirits were ethereal and fictitious deities.

But now it seemed that the Ice and Snow Holy Spirit genuinely existed.

Xue Qiaoer’s transformation was apparently not a change that Martial Arts should possess.

She smiled charmingly, saying, “Of course, see this!”

As she gestured, a snow-white light shadow appeared behind her, and instantly the temperature around them dropped a lot, and snow began to float in the air.

Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi were both dumbfounded.

Yang Zhenshan could not help but reach out toward the light shadow, but Xue Qiaoer dodged.

“By the grace of the Holy Spirit, Marquis Yang, do not profane the Holy Spirit!” Xue Qiaoer said.

“Er!” Yang Zhenshan withdrew his hand, “Sorry, I was just curious!”

Xue Qiaoer nodded slightly and smiled, “I know.”

“How many Holy Spirits are there in your Spiritual Grace Holy Sect, and what are the uses of these Holy Spirits?” Yang Zhenshan asked curiously.

“Three, they are the Ice and Snow Holy Spirit, the Cold Wind Holy Spirit, and the Twilight Holy Spirit. In our Snow Spirit Palace, only the Palace Master can inherit the Holy Spirit. As for the uses of the Holy Spirit—” Xue Qiaoer paused thoughtfully before continuing, “She allows me to have the ability to command ice and snow! Unfortunately, my current strength is weak, unable to wield all the power of the Holy Spirit!”