Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1219: Chapter 805: Sword Dao Immortal Cultivator, Sword Dao Martial Cultivator

“Hmph, I knew you Hidden Sword Mountain couldn’t sit still!”

A hoarse and aged voice reverberated continuously from above the tumultuous sky, as if emanating from the depths of hell, laden with endless coldness and mockery that echoed persistently over the battlefield where fierce clashes ensued.

“Is that so? It’s been many years since Hidden Sword Mountain last emerged; it seems the world has forgotten what a Sword Cultivator is!”

A voice as resonant as a great bell rang out, enveloped in sharp sword Qi, suddenly resounding across the sky.

The voice was akin to the clash of metal and stone, clear and sonorous; as soon as it rang out, it swept over like surging waves, instantly overriding the deafening battle clamor surrounding it.

In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be cast with an immobilization spell, and everyone instinctively froze in their movements, eyes turning towards the direction of the sound.​​

“Sword, rise!”

With this concise and powerful shout, a cold light streaked abruptly across the sky—a light as fine as a hair thread, yet so dazzling it seemed to cleave the heavens and earth in two.

In the blink of an eye, the cold light expanded rapidly, and sword Qi crisscrossed the surroundings, innumerable fine strands of sword Qi interweaving like dragons, making the heavens and earth sizzle as they were cut through.

The sword wielder appeared, clad in a plain white robe fluttering in the wind, with long hair wildly dancing against the gale, eyes cold as frost, exuding an aura of surpassingly sublime, self-assured Sword Cultivator.

With a gentle raise of his hand, countless strands of fine sword Qi descended upon the battlefield below under his command.

A massive black palm appeared once more, but this time it failed to block the sword Qi.

The streams of fine sword Qi, seemingly indomitable, pierced through the black palm in an instant, then swept towards the gathered Martial God Realm warriors below.

Just as the torrent of sword Qi was about to engulf those Martial God Realm warriors, a crisp shout abruptly rang out. In that instant, a giant green umbrella unfurled inexplicably, like an exotic green lotus blossoming at the fringes of despair, firmly standing between heaven and earth.

The umbrella’s surface was woven from unknown green Spiritual Objects, with a faint sheen flowing over it, and dense runes faintly visible. The ribs of the umbrella were forged from incomparably resilient metal, each exuding cold glimmer, remaining steady as a mountain even in the face of the indomitable sword Qi torrent.

At the moment the giant umbrella unfolded, the air around seemed to solidify, as the violent sword Qi crashed against the umbrella’s surface, producing deafening roars—like countless thunderclaps exploding at the ears.

Yet, the umbrella’s surface merely trembled slightly, never toppling, keeping all sword Qi at bay.

Underneath the umbrella, the Martial God Realm warriors, initially terrified, now bore expressions of post-calamity relief.

They gazed at the enormous green umbrella shading the sky, their hearts filled with an indescribable awe and gratitude.

“This is Immortal Cultivation!”

Lu Fusheng’s eyes sparkled with brilliance, his thoughts surging like tides.

This was his second time witnessing an Immortal Cultivator battle, the first being in Ancient County City, during the battle between Yang Zhenshan and the evil spirits.

Back then, Yang Zhenshan unleashed a Qinghua Thunder Pearl, annihilating the evil spirits in an instant, leaving him deeply struck.

Yet compared to the current Immortal Cultivator duel, Yang Zhenshan’s release of the Qinghua Thunder Pearl seemed somewhat insignificant.

The Wood Divine Thunder unleashed by the Qinghua Thunder Pearl, though powerful, was merely a brief burst, and its might paled compared to the giant sword Qi dragon.

Lu Fusheng longed to understand the means of Immortal Cultivators in detail, but unfortunately, it wasn’t a moment for passive observation.

This time, a total of twelve Martial God Realm warriors from the Three Sects and Twelve Clans had arrived, himself being one of them.

The Nether Prison Sect was equally well-prepared, with eleven Martial God Realm warriors arriving.

Moreover, Sword Cultivators from Hidden Sword Mountain and Immortal Cultivators from the Nether Prison Sect also came.

Both sides were at a point to determine superiority and life or death.

The battle was fierce—even Lu Fusheng, in such a skirmish, could perish without caution.

Disregarding the battle among the Immortal Cultivators above, Lu Fusheng exchanged glances with his opponent, and both knowingly raced into the distance, chasing and clashing continuously.

Clearly, they both intended to distance themselves from the heart of the battlefield. As for whether they would continue their desperate fight afterward depended on whether they could reach an understanding.

From afar, Yang Zhenshan watched the terrifying sword Qi erupting in the air, his heart in continuous turmoil.

The sky-filling sword Qi transformed into a long river, cascading down like the Milky Way, its fierce murderous intent seemingly able to shake heaven and earth.

Of course, the giant umbrella holding up the sky was also extremely formidable, able to withstand the sword Qi river’s impact—a testament to its status as an extraordinary Magical Treasure.

The battle continued, the sword Qi river surging endlessly, sweeping across the entire sky.

The green giant umbrella and the black giant palm continuously deflected each other, and various spells mixed in, but due to the distance, Yang Zhenshan could only grasp a rough understanding of the situation.

That Sword Cultivator was taking on two foes alone, yet not falling behind—indeed, he even suppressed the two Immortal Cultivators from Nether Prison Sect, forcing them into a passive defense without making an effective counterattack.

Meanwhile, the surrounding Martial God Realm warriors battled fiercely; Yang Zhenshan even noticed a Martial God Realm warrior being slain on the spot by a Qingyi woman wielding a long sword.

Though not an Immortal Cultivator, the woman’s cultivation in Sword Dao was exceedingly powerful.

“This person surely possesses Sword Intent!” Yang Zhenshan’s pupils constricted, scrutinizing the long sword in the woman’s hand.

Is a Martial Artist truly far inferior to an Immortal Cultivator?

That may not necessarily be the case!