Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1032: Chapter 717: Has Dazhao Fallen?

Li Chang’s figure moved, and the next moment, he shot out like a fleeting shadow.

Immediately after, the horse under the man was kicked away. Despite being caught off guard, the man on the horse, who was not weak in strength, managed to leap up with the child in his arms, avoiding Li Chang’s attack.

However, he was quickly held at the neck with a knife.

”An Innate Martial Artist!” The man was shocked and terrified.

Li Chang looked at him coldly, ”My surname is Li, do you know me?”

Sweat immediately beaded up on the man’s forehead, ”It’s my fault, please spare my life, sir.”

After saying this, he directly knelt in front of Li Chang, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The child in his arms looked about five or six years old, and the child knelt shivering beside the man.

At this time, the martial artists who were chasing after also arrived in front.

”Stop!”

They pulled the reins tightly, coming to a chaotic stop seven or eight zhang in front of Li Chang.

”Senior Ning Tongyuan of the Shaking Mountain Sect, may I ask the senior’s honorable name?” Ning Tongyuan appeared to be in his forties, and judging by his cultivation, he should be a Half-step Innate.

The man kneeling before Li Chang was also a Half-step Innate martial artist.

In the Ten Thousand Miles Sea Domain, a Half-step Innate is already considered a master, though there are quite a few, they are not commonplace.

But in this Lushan County, Half-step Innates are still masters, but they are much more numerous.

Yang Zhenshan, along the way, had seen three Half-step Innate martial artists, but had not yet encountered an Innate martial artist.

”Shaking Mountain Sect?” Li Chang looked toward Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard and said lightly, ”Keep him, kill all the others!”

”Understood!”

The guards who were eating heard the words, immediately put down their bowls, drew swords and knives, transforming into Gods of Slaughter, rushing toward the hundred martial artists.

Amidst the flickering of swords and shadows, severed limbs flew into the air, and crimson blood scattered.

”Wait, my master is Han Ruhui of the Breaking Mountains Palm.”

”Please, senior, on account of my master, spare us!”

Ning Tongyuan was shocked and angry upon seeing this, but he held back the impulse to strike.

Because he realized that the group of people in front of him was exceptionally formidable.

Unfortunately, saying these words was like playing music to a cattle.

Yang Zhenshan simply didn’t care about the Shaking Mountain Sect, as they had no Martial God Realm experts, Yang Zhenshan had nothing to fear.

As for someone like Han Ruhui of the Breaking Mountains Palm, Yang Zhenshan had no idea who he even was.

Moreover, they needed to keep their identities hidden and did not want their origins exposed, so the people in front of them could only face death.

Only the dead won’t reveal their existence.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred martial artists were slain, the ruthless methods leaving Ning Tongyuan and the man in front of him terror-stricken.

”Come over here!”

Wang Lei stepped forward, dragging Ning Tongyuan to stand before Yang Zhenshan.

Ning Tongyuan’s face was deathly pale, and he suddenly realized that Wang Lei was also an Innate martial artist.

”Does your Shaking Mountain Sect have a Martial God Realm legacy?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

Ning Tongyuan remained silent.

”Still a tough nut to crack?”

Yang Zhenshan glanced at Wang Lei, who grinned and said, ”Heh heh, I love dealing with tough nuts!”

With that, he unexpectedly plunged a short sword into Ning Tongyuan’s clavicle.

Ning Tongyuan’s eyes bulged as he let out a howl of pain.

He wanted to resist, he wanted to struggle, but Wang Lei’s palm pressed on his shoulder like an iron clamp, causing him such pain that he couldn’t move.

Wang Lei withdrew the bloodied short sword, then stabbed it into the other side of Ning Tongyuan’s clavicle.

The surrounding guards cleaned the blood off their blades, sheathed them, and then picked up their bowls to continue eating the steaming food.

They ate while watching Wang Lei torture Ning Tongyuan, occasionally cheering as if they were applauding.

”Sir, cut off his ear for me to drink with!”

”I want to eat his tongue!”

”Ugh, can’t you eat something normal? If you eat his tongue, how will he speak!”

”No matter, we’ll drink with it when he’s dead!”

They were like demons who feast on humans, speaking such gruesome things yet still continuing to eat heartily.

After a few words, Ning Tongyuan was nearly scared out of his wits.

”I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

”Ah, no more show to watch!”

Ning Tongyuan cried and shouted, ”I’ll talk, I’ll talk, don’t eat me!”

Li Shangyuan saw this, and his mouth twitched slightly.

Meanwhile, his disciple Tang An sat with the guards, laughing heartily and without a care.

Of course, the talk of eating people was nonsense.

They were merely scaring him.

Previously, they had caught several bandits, and it was this tactic that frightened the bandits into revealing everything they knew.

You need wicked people to deal with the wicked, none of these fellows are decent, and conventional methods can’t scare them; only by being more evil and wicked can they feel fear.

”Does the Shaking Mountain Sect have a Martial God Realm legacy?” Yang Zhenshan asked again.

Actually, he was pretty sure the Shaking Mountain Sect didn’t have a Martial God Realm legacy, but he still wanted to ask.

”No, no, the Lushan Three Sects don’t have a Martial God Realm legacy!” Ning Tongyuan replied.

”Where is there a Martial God Realm legacy?” Yang Zhenshan continued to ask.

”The Capital City, the royal family has it. Thirty years ago, the royal family had a Martial God ancestor, they surely have a Martial God Realm legacy!” Ning Tongyuan replied.

At this moment, the man captured by Li Chang suddenly spoke, ”I know where there’s a Martial God Realm legacy!”

”Oh! Where?” Yang Zhenshan grew interested and looked at the man.