Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1146 - 771: Damn, That Scared the Hell Out of Me!

Yang Zhenshan gave the burly man a aningful look, and with a thought, the surrounding vines began to grow crazily again.

The vines snaked through the air, extending toward the pair of black-robed man and woman, who imdiately swung their longswords to fend them off.

"Since you are so ungrateful, don’t bla for being rude!"

The burly man said angrily.

The next mont, he moved like a wisp of specter appearing before his two companions, and without any visible action, black energy billowed from him, infecting the vines.

Yang Zhenshan frowned; the black energy corroded the vines instantly, dissolving his mana and eroding the vines away.

The vines ford by the Vine Skill weren’t real vines, but rather vines manifested from mana.

Once the mana dissipated, the vines would naturally disappear!

Yang Zhenshan couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. Since the opponent was also an Immortal Cultivator, could his strength surpass his own?

To speak the truth, he was just a newcor to Cultivating Immortality; this was his first ti battling another Immortal Cultivator. What if he couldn’t defeat the opponent?

But at this point, he could only brace himself and fight this battle.

He could hide in the Spirit Origin Land, but others couldn’t.

Besides, there had to be a first ti eventually; the current situation wasn’t enough to make him retreat.

With this thought, Yang Zhenshan gestured with his hand, and ten blue blade energies shot toward the three black-robed individuals.

"Hmph, the re Flying Blade Skill, and you dare to show it off?" The burly man sneered, and a black shield floated before him, blocking the dozen blade energies.

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes lit up. Is this a Magical Treasure?

It could actually be controlled just like that!

Honestly, he had always been eager about Immortal Cultivators’ magical treasures.

In his possession were three suspected magical items: a bronze mirror, a jade small sword, and a shield, but despite his previous research, he couldn’t activate nor use them.

He wasn’t sure if they were damaged, or if he didn’t have the correct thod to activate them.

Either way, he had tried several tis, but they never responded.

Seeing soone able to control a Magical Treasure now, he felt thrilled rather than fearful.

He gestured again, sending out another dozen flying blades while nurous vines tangled toward the three people.

The black shield blocked the flying blades, but the burly man flashed and evaded the entangling vines.

This shield could block flying blades but not vines?

No, it must be afraid of the vine’s entanglent.

After evading the vines, the burly man advanced instead of retreating, directly charging toward Yang Zhenshan!

An unusual glint flashed in Yang Zhenshan’s eyes as he quickly retreated to the rooftop.

Since the opponent wanted to approach him, he naturally couldn’t let him get close.

However, the opponent’s speed seed faster than his, and in the blink of an eye, the man was already near.

"Die!"

His eyes turned slightly red, gleaming with a scarlet light—the air filled with a savage, murderous aura, with two streaks of red light shooting from his eyes.

Yang Zhenshan dared not confront this directly; without thinking, he flashed and hid inside Spirit Origin Land.

Facing unknown techniques, he truly didn’t know how to respond, and hiding seed best.

Fortunately, he hid quickly; those two red beams shot into the rooftop, tearing through tiles and exploding inside the room!

With a boom, the house crumbled entirely, scattering a thick cloud of dust.

Yang Zhenshan’s sudden disappearance left the burly man montarily stunned. "Where did he go?"

As he hesitated, sensing sothing amiss, he quickly retreated.

Before he could retreat fully, Yang Zhenshan reappeared, and a long spear thrust forward with thunderous montum.

With a squelch, it pierced right through his chest.

Yang Zhenshan didn’t understand the opponent’s techniques, but the opponent also didn’t comprehend Yang Zhenshan’s tactics.

Compared to spells, Yang Zhenshan excelled in spear techniques.

Don’t forget, he possessed the Absolute Spear Intent!

This spear strike was extrely fast, and with the burly man so close, he couldn’t evade at all.

The long spear penetrated the burly man’s chest, yet he showed no fear or panic; instead, he fiercely glared at Yang Zhenshan, his eyes blood-red, locking onto him.

Yang Zhenshan felt a massive wave of warning within, instantly retreating into Spirit Origin Land again.

Two red beams shot out again, narrowly grazing past his head.

Inside Spirit Origin Land, Yang Zhenshan was drenched in cold sweat.

Damn, just a little closer, and his head would have exploded!

What kind of eyes are these?

Capable of releasing such terrifying lethal moves?

If he couldn’t hide in Spirit Origin Land, today he might have faced mortal danger.

Indeed, one should never underestimate the ans of an Immortal Cultivator.

"Die, you!"

Once again, a spear shot forward.

Fierce and nacing as if it could pierce through the void, the spear erupted with roiling lightning as it stabbed the burly man’s throat.

The Thunder Spear Record reappeared!

But the lightning enveloping the spear was no longer a pale color; it was azure-green thunder.

Although Yang Zhenshan hadn’t mastered the "Qinghua Thunder Skill," he could already release a bit of "Wood Divine Thunder."

This tiny bit of Wood Divine Thunder was weak, almost just a semblance, yet it endowed Yang Zhenshan’s Thunder Spear Record with imnse power.

Lightning surged, the powerful spear glow shattered the burly man’s neck, sending his broken head up, tracing an arc before hitting the ground.

"Damn, that almost scared to death!"

Yang Zhenshan was overwheld with lingering fear.