Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1445 - 911: How Can Martial Artists Compete with Immortal Cultivators?

Lin Daoyuan's countenance turned as dark as a deep pool as he observed the figure emerging from the hall.

"State your identity!" he demanded.

"I am Zhang Mo, from the Unpredictable Ghost Sect!"

A smile played on Zhang Mo's lips as he surveyed Lin Daoyuan and the assembled crowd on the square.

'Such excellent candidates!' he thought.

He noted, 'Three Martial Artists in the Divine Soul Realm, over thirty in the Golden Body Realm, and more than three hundred formidable Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists.'

'The Heavenly Gang Stage cultivators can have their essence blood directly extracted for the Blood Pool, the Golden Body Realm Martial Artists can be transformed into Blood Puppets for cannon fodder, and the Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists can become Ghost Soldiers,' he mused, calculating their utility.

His gaze swept across Lin Daoyuan, Yue E, and Han Jiangche, a growing sense of satisfaction evident in his expression.

'Divine Soul Realm Ghost Soldiers are far superior to Foundation Establishment Ghost Soldiers. If I can fully control them, their combat power will exceed that of Foundation Establishment Ghost Soldiers,' he reasoned.

He had been planning to depart the Yunxiao Mountain Range, but he intended to achieve something significant before his departure.

Thus, the Sea of Spirit became his target.

"Zhang Mo of the Unpredictable Ghost Sect!" Lin Daoyuan’s eyes flickered towards Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian. "You have colluded with the Unpredictable Ghost Sect? No, you have been taken control of by them?"

Yang Shenwu lowered his gaze, his slightly aged face betraying no emotion.

Zhang Xian chuckled. "Senior Lin, do not blame Master. I dragged him into the Blood Pool when he was not paying attention!"

"Why?" Lin Daoyuan demanded.

"Why? Naturally, to ascend to the Divine Soul Realm!" Zhang Xian replied with a grin.

Lin Daoyuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting between Zhang Xian and Zhang Mo. "So, your previous claims of seeking revenge against the Nether Prison Sect were all lies?"

Zhang Xian let out a bright, clear laugh.

"Not entirely lies. I do despise the Nether Prison Sect to the very bone, but I never truly intended to seek revenge on them."

Han Jiangche, standing nearby, shifted his expression a multitude of times before letting out a cold snort. "Hmph, very well. You have quite the audacity to dare attack us!"

Although many things remained unclear to him, they were no longer of consequence. The critical fact was that they had fallen into the trap set by Zhang Mo and Zhang Xian.

Yue E’s icy gaze fixed upon Zhang Mo, but her focus had now shifted to the chaotic scene unfolding in the square below.

"You believe the two of you can hold me here?" Han Jiangche, seeing that further discussion was futile, was the first to act.

He drew two short hammers and swung them fiercely towards Zhang Xian.

The hammer handles were merely three feet in length, yet their heads were as large as human heads, transforming the weapons into what appeared to be two iron balls in Han Jiangche's grasp.

The hammers, entirely earth-yellow and spherical, radiated a palpable heaviness the moment Han Jiangche struck, pressing down upon Zhang Xian's head like a miniature mountain.

"Heh, Senior Han, why the haste? Perhaps we could sit and have a pleasant conversation?"

Zhang Xian's face remained as smooth as jade, and his voice retained its clarity.

His form became as elusive as wisps of green smoke, vanishing in an instant as the twin hammers descended.

Concurrently, Yang Shenwu clenched his fist and launched an assault on Han Jiangche.

Meanwhile, Lin Daoyuan and Yue E both attacked Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo was merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Even though he had now reached the Peak of Foundation Establishment, theoretically, he should not have been a match for Lin Daoyuan alone.

Yet, even with Lin Daoyuan and Yue E attacking in tandem, he effortlessly dodged their blows.

Ascending into mid-air, he calmly observed everyone below.

"Those who surrender will retain their Divine Soul. Those who resist will have their souls scattered. Everyone, make your choice!"

In the following instant, pandemonium erupted.

A vast horde of red-eyed Blood Puppets swarmed across the square, emitting ferocious roars as they commenced their brutal slaughter.

Within the square, seven Foundation Establishment cultivators attacked in unison. Their bodies shimmered with a blood-red light, unleashing thick streams of blood plasma that spread outwards like tsunamis, seemingly intent on engulfing everyone in their crimson waves.

"Grandmaster, escape!"

Ding Qiu had already sensed the grave danger and issued an immediate warning.

Yang Mingcheng cast a glance at Zhang Mo in the air and, without a moment's hesitation, channeled True Yuan into the Jade Token.

Then, their figures winked out of existence from their original positions.

The simultaneous disappearance of the three went largely unnoticed as the square descended into utter chaos.

The crimson tide surged outwards, the glint of swords and blades clashed indiscriminately, and chaotic yet powerful Qi Mechanisms erupted furiously, striking at the suddenly appearing Blood Puppets and Foundation Establishment Ghost Soldiers.

The square, initially quite expansive, felt congested with the simultaneous actions of over thirty Golden Body Realm Martial Artists. The sheer number of powerful individuals moving at once caused the entire area to roil like a boiling kettle, shaking intensely.

However, this commotion was short-lived. Lin Daoyuan, gripping a long sword, pointed it directly at Zhang Mo. The three-foot blade shimmered like a restless white serpent, emitting a faint hiss.

In the subsequent moment, his sword surged forward, akin to a vibrant rainbow tearing through the sun, aimed directly at Zhang Mo. The lethal sword light sliced through the air, materializing instantly before Zhang Mo.

This particular strike lacked overwhelming force but possessed extraordinary sharpness; it seemed to manifest from the void itself rather than emanating from Lin Daoyuan’s hand. The abrupt arrival of the sword light rendered it exceptionally difficult to defend against.

Despite this, Zhang Mo successfully intercepted it, extending his hand to seize the incredibly sharp sword. His palm appeared quite average, with long, slender fingers and a pale yellow back, faintly textured.

"Martial Artists of the Divine Soul Realm are indeed potent, yet with this old man present, there is naturally the confidence to handle all of you!" Zhang Mo stated, his voice calm and collected as he shattered the sword qi.