Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1398: Chapter 888: It’s You! (Part 2)

The thick blood evil aura surged straight toward Yang Zhenshan’s face like a mouthful of thick phlegm.

”Damn, that’s disgusting!”

Yang Zhenshan swore angrily, and with a flicker, he vanished from the spot.

At the same time, azure lightning burst forth around his body.

Lightning crackled, jumping around Yang Zhenshan’s physique endlessly.

This is the Wood Divine Thunder, and even though it’s just a faint lightning, it restrains the blood evil aura effectively, protecting Yang Zhenshan from its contamination.

”It’s you!” Mo Xuanyu said again.

”Oh! It’s me!” Yang Zhenshan replied with a faint smile.

The viciousness in Mo Xuanyu’s eyes intensified, reminding him of the troublesome memories caused by Yang Zhenshan’s teleportation technique.

The failure of the Beishi family and his forced withdrawal from the Black Mountain Ridge of the Sea of Spirit.

All caused by Yang Zhenshan.

Previously, he had investigated who had ruined his plans at the Beishi family, but unfortunately, he couldn’t find out.

Now, seeing Yang Zhenshan using the same technique, he instantly recalled the night of the attack on the Beishi family.

That night was a disgrace, spun around by Yang Zhenshan without gaining any advantage, and even losing troops, forcing him to abandon the base at Black Mountain Ridge.

At this moment, Mo Xuanyu was full of anger and resentment, wishing to tear Yang Zhenshan into pieces.

If not for Yang Zhenshan’s interference, he wouldn’t have ended up in this position.

He was actually a bit too early in his anger; when he sees Xuanzhen, he might be even angrier.

”Go to hell!” Mo Xuanyu screamed in fury and took out the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

Instantly, countless ghosts surged out, filling the entire cave with eerie winds.

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes flashed with azure lightning as he spat out a Qinghua Thunder Pearl.

The Qinghua Thunder Pearl emerged, transforming into a thunderlight barrier about an acre wide, filling the spacious chamber.

Dozens of fierce blue-faced ghosts that charged first were dispersed upon touch, their bodies wreathed in ghostly flames sizzling into white smoke in the lightning, their turbulent screams cut short like snapped strings.

Mo Xuanyu’s pupils shrank rapidly; these ghosts were fierce souls nurtured for three years with the blood and flesh of living people, now reduced to nothing under the power of the Thunder Pearl, and even the banner of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner showed charred traces.

”Thunder skill, hmph...”

He let out a low, hoarse growl, his fingers invoking a mysterious spell, the banner suddenly expanding several yards, revealing twelve armored Ghost Generals in the black ghost fog.

Ghost Generals are the same rank as Foundation Establishment cultivators; real Ghost Generals are even more formidable than Foundation Establishment cultivators, and Mo Xuanyu’s Ghost Generals are more powerful than typical ones.

The armor still bore the lingering Blood Curse, and swinging the blade could create a space-tearing shriek.

Twelve Ghost Generals equaled twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Yang Zhenshan naturally wouldn’t clash head-on; with a flicker, he appeared behind Mo Xuanyu once more.

Mo Xuanyu was already aware of Yang Zhenshan’s mastery of the Teleportation Skill and was prepared when Yang Zhenshan vanished, swiftly sending a chilling Soul-breaking Cone behind him.

But he underestimated Yang Zhenshan; Yang Zhenshan wasn’t aiming to touch Mo Xuanyu this time.

There are two ways to bring someone into the Spirit Origin Land: one is by Yang Zhenshan’s touch to forcibly drag them in, the second is by using the Pocket World Gate.

Yang Zhenshan was capable of driving the Pocket World Gate, though it holds no offensive power; hence, he had never used it in battle before.

This time, he aimed to forcibly drag Mo Xuanyu into the Spirit Origin Land, and with no chance to touch him, the Pocket World Gate unintentionally became the best method.

The Pocket World Gate transformed into an eight-foot-high mirror-like panel in front of Yang Zhenshan, and Mo Xuanyu’s launched Soul-breaking Cone shot through the Pocket World Gate into the Spirit Origin Land.

Simultaneously, under Yang Zhenshan’s control, the Pocket World Gate pressed forward, directly enveloping Mo Xuanyu’s head.

Mo Xuanyu was shocked; though he didn’t know what this thing was, he was certain it wasn’t something good.

Naturally, to him it wasn’t anything good; Yang Zhenshan certainly wouldn’t offer him anything beneficial.

Facing the encompassing Pocket World Gate, Mo Xuanyu intended to dodge, but it happened too suddenly; he didn’t have time to react and was sent into the Spirit Origin Land by the Pocket World Gate.

Yang Zhenshan watched Mo Xuanyu vanish, then glanced at the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner losing its mana support, his eyes gleaming.

Then he retracted the Pocket World Gate, leaving behind a Jade Token, and flickered back into the Spirit Origin Land.

It’s not time to clean up the battlefield yet, he needs to completely resolve Mo Xuanyu with Xuanzhen first.

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Northern Spirit Origin Land.

Amid the mountains, Xuanzhen was bathed in golden light, wearing a gold crown, a Taoist robe vestment robe draped, wielding a Seven-star Magical Sword, waiting solemnly.

The current Xuanzhen was quite different from before; previously, this guy always had a carefree demeanor, his attire neat but his actions somewhat sloppy and absurd.

But now, he looked solemn, exuding a murderous aura, his eyes keenly observing his surroundings.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared within three yards of him.

After seeing the figure clearly, he revealed a savage smile.

”Mo Xuanyu, haha, meet your end!”

Next instant, he commenced chanting a Divine Spell, the magical sword in his hand sharply aimed at Mo Xuanyu.

Mo Xuanyu responded swiftly, not knowing what was happening, yet he raised a shield to meet Xuanzhen’s magical sword.

The radiant magical sword struck the shield, the shield rapidly cracked, shattering into fragments.

This defense gave Mo Xuanyu a moment to regain his strength, withdrawing ten yards, his spiritual sense fixated on Xuanzhen.

”Xuanzhen, it’s you!”

Upon recognizing Xuanzhen, he felt ill.

He always thought Xuanzhen was dead; with the Evil Blood Killing Array destroyed, Xuanzhen, as his Ghost Soldiers, should have desperately protected the array and the blood pool.

Logically, Xuanzhen couldn’t escape; hence, he always assumed Xuanzhen was buried alongside the Evil Blood Killing Array and the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool.

But today, he unexpectedly encountered Xuanzhen!

His thoughts raced, quickly piecing together the key points.

Collusion inside and outside, sabotaging the array, destroying the blood pool!

Previously he questioned how his Evil Blood Killing Array was easily dismantled; now he finally understood.

And upon realizing, his rage surged like an unending river, continuously pounding against his sanity.

”It’s you, all because of you!”

He roared, shrieking, glaring viciously at Xuanzhen.

Indeed, it was because of Xuanzhen.

Due to Xuanzhen’s inside cooperation, Yang Zhenshan easily learned Mo Xuanyu’s plans to attack the Beishi family, and thwarted Mo Xuanyu.

Then Yang Zhenshan exposed the information Xuanzhen provided to the Three Sects of Lingxiu, forcing Xuanzhen to abandon Black Mountain Ridge, relocating to Lotus Heart Valley.

Finally, the duo seized the opportunity of Mo Xuanyu’s departure, utterly destroying Mo Xuanyu’s Evil Blood Killing Array and Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool, and taking away the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade.

Mo Xuanyu was left as a loner, even afraid to return to the Unpredictable Ghost Sect.

All because of Xuanzhen!

Mo Xuanyu was filled with extreme hatred for Xuanzhen, wishing to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and refine his soul.

”You deserve death!”

His face twisted, eyes blazing, his body seething with blood aura, suddenly summoning the Soul Suppressing Lamp, hurling it at Xuanzhen.

The Soul Suppressing Lamp, as its name implies, has the function of suppressing souls.

If struck by the Soul Suppressing Lamp, one’s Divine Soul would suffer damage.

This object, like the Soul-breaking Cone, targets the Divine Soul and ghost entities.

Yet Xuanzhen remained unfazed, his magical sword enveloped in golden light slashing down on the Soul Suppressing Lamp.

In terms of quality and quantity of magic artifacts, Xuanzhen was vastly inferior to Mo Xuanyu.

In terms of cultivation, Xuanzhen was likewise inferior to Mo Xuanyu; though Mo Xuanyu still at mid-stage Foundation Establishment, his mana far surpassed Xuanzhen.

However, the Golden Light Spell could compensate Xuanzhen’s gap in magical treasures, empowering his magical sword to clash with the Soul Suppressing Lamp.

With a clang, the Soul Suppressing Lamp and the magical sword collided, a surge of mana rippling, the Golden Light Spell on Xuanzhen summoned waves.

Meanwhile, the Soul Suppressing Lamp was repelled, returning to Mo Xuanyu’s side.