Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

"Thunderbolt!" Xuanzhen muttered softly, then criticized, "What a tacky name!"

...

Yang Zhenshan was left speechless, his excitement somewhat deflated by the critique.

Sir, this name isn't tacky!

Well, it is a bit tacky!

Yang Zhenshan didn't bother to argue and turned to rush towards Qu Fusheng.

"You stole my man, he belongs to me now!"

Before he could make a move, Xuanzhen rushed towards Qu Fusheng first, swinging his horsetail whisk, and sent Qu Fusheng flying.

Yang Zhenshan didn't bother to argue and instead looked around.

At this moment, the battle surrounding them was at its fiercest, with the sound of war drums booming nonstop, about a hundred yards away from him, Yu Tonghai was ferociously beating the war drums, the beats melding into a continuous rhythm.

Yang Zhanshan watched Yu Tonghai, who stood on top of the ship's tower beating the drums, a hint of relief flickered across his eyes.

The Tenglong Advanced Guard had arrived.

Although the battle's progression varied somewhat from Yang Zhenshan's original plan, this did not affect Tenglong Advanced Guard's participation in the battle; their position actually allowed them to join the fray more swiftly.

However, Bai Yuanxi, leading the Jiujang Middle Guard, had disappeared; they probably hadn't even neared the battlefield, perhaps they were even further away.

The winds and waves were too strong; they couldn't possibly sail against them.

Yu Tonghai stood on the ship tower, his hands waving the drumsticks, his entire being dancing as if possessed, his face flushed with excitement.

While beating the drums, he also roared.

"Kill, kill, kill~~"

The wind and waves were enormous, making it difficult for ordinary soldiers to maintain their footing on the warships; Yu Tonghai personally took up the drums as he was afraid the drummers would falter.

While on the surrounding battlefield, soldiers had already clashed with pirates, both on the ships and in the water, filled with figures both fleeing and struggling.

The fierce winds roared, and the intense battle raged.

One body after another bobbed up and down in the swelling waves, countless splintered planks were tossed up by the waves before crashing down again.

Beneath the turbulent sea, a banquet was being laid out for the marine life.

Yang Zhenshan glanced at Yu Tonghai and then began scanning the surroundings.

Not far away, Lu Jin was chasing an old man attempting to escape, with Liang Shengze blocking the old man's path.

Further afar, whether An Xingyu's figure was consumed by the wind and waves, Yang Zhenshan was unsure who An Xingyu was fighting. Yang Zhenshan thought about going to assist, but soon realized Xuanzhen was already speeding towards An Xingyu's location.

Well, it seems he wasn't needed there.

Since there was no need for him to confront any Innate Martial Artists, he decided to deal with the lesser foes around him.

Yang Zhenshan leapt, boarding an enemy Da Fu Ship and mercilessly began his slaughter.

A spear in hand reaping countless lives.

The battle continued for over two hours, until the clouds above dispersed, the fierce winds passed, and the violent seas gradually calmed.

The battlefield, spreading over ten miles, slowly came to a rest.

Behind, they began retrieving bodies and treating the wounded, while the front still engaged in battle.

"Ha ha ha, exhilarating, exhilarating, Xue Ping Xue Ping, are you dead yet!"

Yu Tonghai laughed brashly.

Leading the Dragon Navy for over ten years, this was Yu Tonghai's first engagement in a large-scale battle.

Such a magnitude of naval battle, Yu Tonghai would likely only witness once in his lifetime.

At this moment, Yu Tonghai was excessively excited.

"Cough cough~~ Mr. Yu, I almost became fish food!" said Xue Ping, leaning on a long spear, his face deathly pale.

A long wound was still visible on his chest, though it had been bandaged, the blood had already soaked through the gauze.

"Ha ha ha, good that you're not dead!" Yu Tonghai laughed heartily.

He didn't personally engage in the fighting himself, but even just beating the drums felt thrilling to him.

Xue Ping reluctantly reminded him, "Sir, first tighten our formation and regroup to defend against unknown enemies!"

Hearing this, Yu Tonghai immediately remembered the seriousness of the situation and ordered, "Pass down the order, tighten the formation and be on alert!"

At this point, the well-trained Tenglong Advanced Guard demonstrated their discipline; although they had dispersed across the battlefield, they quickly regrouped at the edges of the battlefield.

In contrast, other naval forces appeared disorganized.

Especially the Leizhou Guard, who had borne the brunt of the battle suffering heavy casualties while Zhang Man was seriously injured and unconscious, leaving the guard soldiers of Leizhou in chaos.

Although the severe wind had passed, the wind above the sea was still strong.

Yang Zhenshan observed the messy battlefield, frowned, and ordered, "Instruct all large ships to move away from the battle ships, leave the small boats to search for survivors and retrieve bodies!"

"Instruct Tenglong Advanced Guard to patrol the perimeter of the battlefield."

Once the order was disseminated, the chaotic battlefield became somewhat more organized.

Moments later, An Yuxing and Xuanzhen arrived on a small boat at the flagship.

"Marquis Yang, you speared Yue Minghua to death!"

As soon as An Yuxing boarded the ship, he asked eagerly.

Obviously, during their return, Xuanzhen had already shared about the Thunderbolt Strike with him.

"Yes!" Yang Zhenshan looked at them and asked, "What about Yue Hongyi?"

"He should be dead!"

"What do you mean 'should be dead'? Where's the body?" Yang Zhenshan said, dissatisfied.

An Yuxing shrugged, "The waves were too big, after I knocked him into the sea, he never came up again!"

Yang Zhenshan turned to Xuanzhen, who flicked his horsetail whisk, "Severely wounded and dying; even if he survived, he's likely to become food for the fish in the sea!"