Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

"Qu Fusheng!" Yang Zhenshan pointed his spear directly at Qu Fusheng.

"Yang Zhenshan!" Qu Fusheng also raised his staff directly at Yang Zhenshan.

The two men locked eyes, and their fierce gazes collided amid the sudden wind.

Yang Zhenshan burst forward, thrusting his spear, and in an instant, over ten spear beams exploded.

Boom~~

The sound of thunder vibrated, as if the rain was pierced through by the spear beams.

Qu Fusheng's face shifted slightly, and with a spin of the iron staff in his hand, he managed to block all the spear beams.

However, among the spear beams was Yang Zhenshan holding the Mystical Iron Spear, its tip pressing against the staff, and the ferocious power directly knocked Qu Fusheng off the boat and into the water.

Yang Zhenshan leaped again, standing at the boat's railing, overlooking the churning sea below.

Moments later, Qu Fusheng emerged from the water, standing on the waves, his form unstable.

Yang Zhenshan did not hesitate, immediately jumped down from the boat, stepping on the waves, holding his spear up high, delivering a Powerful Slash.

With a thud, the spear smashed down on the waves, stirring up waves several meters high.

Qu Fusheng dodged, and Yang Zhenshan treaded across the waves, unleashing over ten spear thrusts in an instant; Qu Fusheng met each with precision, blocking them with his long staff.

Their figures collided amid the sea and wind, occasionally stirring up waves several meters high.

Meanwhile, on the other side, An Yuxing, Xuanzhen Daoist, and others also entered the battlefield.

Xuanzhen Daoist, holding a horsetail whisk, stood atop a mast, watching Yue Minghua with a smile.

Yue Minghua stood on the deck piled with bodies, holding a long sword.

"Xuanzhen!"

Yue Minghua's eyes slightly squinted, his face showing a serious expression.

"Unexpectedly, you still remember this poor Daoist!" Xuanzhen Daoist was somewhat surprised.

Yue Minghua's expression darkened, "Sixty years ago, the Daoist alone outmatched two Innate Martial Artists in the Lv Sheng Dynasty; I was fortunate to witness it with my own eyes!"

At those words, Xuanzhen Daoist showed a nostalgic look, "Sixty years! Sadly, those two old friends have long passed, leaving only me here alone!"

"Old friends!" A shadow flickered in Yue Minghua's eyes, "Weren't those two killed under your horsetail whisk?"

"Is that so!" Xuanzhen Daoist was slightly taken aback, "Sorry, I've killed too many, some I vaguely remember!"

Back then he also roamed the East South Sea Domain, but by then he was nearly seventy, entirely composed, wishing to wander around.

As for those two Innate Martial Artists of the Lv Sheng Dynasty then, it seemed he had killed them on the spot.

"Being old, my memory isn't what it used to be, if not for your reminder, I wouldn't have even remembered going to the Lv Sheng Dynasty!"

Xuanzhen Daoist flicked his horsetail whisk casually.

He was also a supremely arrogant figure back then, fearless, unrestrained, acting recklessly according to his whims.

Until the day he encountered Zhang Ye, from the Sanshan Valley.

After being severely beaten by Zhang Ye, over the next few years, he challenged Zhang Ye more than ten times, each time ending up beaten black and blue.

Now his good relationship with Zhang Ye is not because of any cherished memories from the past, but simply because Zhang Ye completely overpowered him.

Because he could not overcome Zhang Ye, he sought to establish ties.

If he could have defeated Zhang Ye, ha, he would have turned Sanshan Valley upside down.

Despite Xuanzhen Daoist's appearance of an immortal with Daoist integrity, this old man is actually a Demon Lord of Mayhem.

"Don't talk nonsense, today let this old man learn from the Daoist!"

Yue Minghua said with a grave voice.

Xuanzhen Daoist looked down at him, "Ah, if I were you, I'd definitely turn around and flee right now."

Yue Minghua ignored his reminder, instead leaping up with his sword, his thin body erupting with terrifying power.

"Not listening to the old man, suffer right before your eyes!"

Xuanzhen Daoist sighed with a hint of regret.

The next moment, he fiercely swung his horsetail whisk, the thousands of whisk strands seemed to hook onto the wild wind, forming a concentrated Jin Qi, smashing above Yue Minghua.

With a bang!

Yue Minghua was actually smashed directly onto the deck.

The solid deck cracked, and Yue Minghua was smashed into the cabin.

But Xuanzhen Daoist still stood on the mast.

However, soon after, Yue Minghua shot out from the cabin, attacking Xuanzhen Daoist once again.

His sword shot out like a long rainbow, crushing all in its path directly at Xuanzhen Daoist.

Xuanzhen Daoist swung his horsetail whisk, the Jin Qi whipped out like wind.

Yue Minghua in mid-air spun like a top, constantly rotating from the buffeting wind.

"You simply don't understand the gap between us! Just like you don't know what the Taoist Intent is!"

"I may not know what Taoist Intent is, but having pondered the Dao for decades, I've also grasped a tiny bit of it!"

"And this tiny bit of Taoist Intent is like a vast chasm standing between us!"

"Look at this wind, how fierce, how restless, how unrestrained it is!"

With a bang, the horsetail whisk smashed Yue Minghua again onto the deck, creating another big hole.

This time Yue Minghua did not rise as effortlessly as before, but rather climbed out of the shattered deck slowly.

With astounded eyes, he stared at Xuanzhen Daoist, feeling utterly uncontrolled just now, as if he were a tiny boat in the midst of this tempest.

Though the roaring wind and waves hadn't caused him much physical harm, they had made him feel an intense powerlessness.

It had been decades since he last felt this, and experiencing it anew, he was filled with fear, rage, and bitterness.