Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 867: Chapter 636: Father and Sons, Brothers Fight Side by Side (Part 2)

Yang Zhenshan cast a cold glance at him, and he shivered violently.

Not to mention that Wen Qing was scared silly, even Zhang Juhai behind him was stunned.

After these few days of interaction, Zhang Juhai knew that Yang Zhenshan’s strength was far above his own, after all, Yang Zhenshan had already entered the Dao.

But he never expected Yang Zhenshan to be this powerful, with a single strike, he smashed Xiang Anxu to the ground.

“What terrifying power!”

Zhang Juhai silently exclaimed in his heart.

Zhu Yanshan also widened his eyes, shocked as he watched Yang Zhenshan’s back.

He didn’t think as much as Zhang Juhai, he simply found Yang Zhenshan formidable.

While the two were in shock, the three brothers Yang Mingcheng, Yang Mingzhi, and Yang Minghao had already rushed toward their chosen targets.

“Big brother, that old man looks quite strong, you deal with him!” Yang Mingzhi shouted as he charged.

“Got it!”

The straightforward Yang Mingcheng agreed without thinking and charged toward Chang Lin.

“Old man, watch my spear!”

At this moment, Chang Lin was somewhat flustered, but it was certainly not the approaching Yang Mingcheng that flustered him, but Yang Zhenshan standing at a distance.

Because he realized that today’s Yang Zhenshan was much stronger than before. Back then, Yang Zhenshan couldn’t harness the power of thunder.

As for the approaching Yang Mingcheng, Chang Lin didn’t pay him any mind. He kept an eye on Yang Zhenshan’s side while raising his cane to meet Yang Mingcheng.

As the saying goes, father and son fight together, as do brothers against a tiger.

At this moment, the Yang family was father and sons fighting together.

Yang Mingcheng still wanted to showcase his strength.

Like Yang Zhenshan, he leaped several feet high, and struck down with his spear.

Although he couldn’t match Yang Zhenshan’s imposing manner, nor could he harness thunder, this strike was powerful and forceful.

Chang Lin carelessly attempted to block this move.

However, the moment his cane clashed with the Xuan Tie Spear, he suddenly realized that he couldn’t block this strike.

It wasn’t that he was weaker than Yang Mingcheng, but he hadn’t exerted his full strength at all.

In his view, Yang Mingcheng should pose no threat to him.

Yet reality dealt him a harsh slap.

In the next instant, he was smashed to the ground like Xiang Anxu, with a loud crash creating a three-foot-deep pit in the stone floor.

Yang Mingcheng landed, looking confusedly at Chang Lin lying in the pit.

So weak?

Yang Mingcheng might be straightforward but not stupid, he knew that the seemingly old fellow before him was the High Priest of the Divine Wood Sect.

So he had just exerted his full strength, even bracing for Chang Lin to block that strike, but unexpectedly, Chang Lin hadn’t blocked it.

Chang Lin looked a bit disheveled, his hairpin had been broken, the leaves on it had drifted off somewhere, his grey and white hair was scattered messily.

However, he wasn’t seriously injured, he just appeared disheveled.

He swiftly climbed out of the pit, his sunken triangular eyes glaring coldly at Yang Mingcheng.

Yang Mingcheng was startled by his gaze, hurriedly positioning his spear horizontally in front of him, readying a defensive stance.

“Very good, you’re very good!”

Chang Lin said in a hoarse voice, a voice not quite suitable for human speech, more like that of a beast.

In a flash, he flew forward, and the cane in his hand came down with sharp force toward Yang Mingcheng.

Yang Mingcheng reacted swiftly, immediately raising his spear to block.

Soon the two were embroiled in a skirmish.

Their figures constantly dodging and colliding, the long spear and cane persistently intersecting.

The gap between the two wasn’t as large as imagined; perhaps Chang Lin was a notch stronger than Yang Mingcheng, but Yang Mingcheng was not without any retaliatory capability.

Being the son who had been by Yang Zhenshan’s side the longest, Yang Mingcheng had undoubtedly received the most nourishment from the Spiritual Spring Water among the three brothers.

And with his straightforward nature, he trained diligently, maintaining over two hours of spear training every day to this day.

His training was never half-hearted, his focus was always on Martial Arts.

He seemed rather straightforward, often earning a glare from Yang Zhenshan, but without doubt, he was the strongest person in the Yang family besides Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi.

Neither Yang Mingzhi nor Wu Zhan and Ding Qiu could actually match Yang Mingcheng in cultivation.

If it weren’t for Yang Zhenshan possessing the Spiritual Spring Space, with Yang Mingcheng’s dedication, it wouldn’t be surprising if one day his cultivation surpassed Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Mingcheng only lacked experience and depth; after all, he was only fifty-eight years old this year.

On the other hand, his opponent, the Divine Wood Sect’s High Priest Chang Lin, was now over a hundred and twenty.

Being able to fight Chang Lin to a standstill was proof enough of Yang Mingcheng’s strength.

Meanwhile, Yang Mingzhi was battling Hou Fangjin, the two as well evenly matched, but compared to Chang Lin, Hou Fangjin fell far short. He was just over a hundred years old, and while not weak, he was still considerably outmatched by Chang Lin.

As for Yang Minghao, he was facing off against a Priest from the Divine Wood Sect, whose strength was similar to Hou Fangjin, but in their battle, Yang Minghao held a slight advantage.

Comparatively speaking, the cultivation of Yang Mingzhi and Yang Minghao wasn’t too different, Yang Minghao might even be a bit stronger than Yang Mingzhi.

This was normal; Yang Mingzhi’s lag wasn’t attributed to recent years, but during his time as an Assistant General in Fuzhou; he spent over a decade there, away from Yang Zhenshan for just as long.