Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1465 - 921: Wailing and Weeping
Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
A grin spread across Kou Ta's face, causing Fang Ze's expression to instantly sour. While Kou Ta possessed a rugged handsomeness when not smiling, his grin revealed raw brutality, his features contorted into a terrifying visage.
Yang Jizhen arrived a moment later, appearing somewhat sheepish as he stood before Han Fei. When measured against Hong Fuxiu and Kou Ta in terms of cultivation and strength, he was significantly inferior. Furthermore, both Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu were seasoned cultivators, having experienced numerous life-or-death battles as Foundation Establishment experts. In comparison, Yang Jizhen's combat prowess was almost insignificant.
With the appearance of four Foundation Establishment cultivators, Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan's hearts simultaneously sank. How could the Yang family possibly possess four Foundation Establishment cultivators? It seemed utterly impossible! Hadn't the Yang family only been established for less than forty years? From where did so many Foundation Establishment experts emerge? Fang Ze was overwhelmed with shock and a deep sense of unease.
"Pill Master Yang, allow us, husband and wife, to handle these two. Would you mind overseeing the situation for us?" Hong Fuxiu inquired with a smile, keen to display her abilities before Yang Zhenshan and capture his attention. Moreover, their mandated duty was to guard Yang Family Town, and with an external invasion occurring, they were obligated to apprehend the intruders.
"Very well, I appreciate your assistance, fellow cultivators!" Yang Zhenshan readily agreed with a smile.
"Hehe~~"
Hong Fuxiu then turned her cunning gaze towards Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan, chuckling, "Gentlemen, a battle to the death awaits; be cautious!"
"Wait, this is all a misunderstanding, truly a misunderstanding!" Fang Ze hastily interjected. The situation was undeniably clear; they stood to gain nothing and might even forfeit their lives. A wise individual avoids immediate and unnecessary losses. Fang Ze resolved to surrender first, prioritizing his survival and intending to address other matters once he was out of harm's way.
He intended to yield, but neither Hong Fuxiu nor Kou Ta were willing to allow it. After all, Hong Fuxiu's primary objective was to impress Yang Zhenshan. If Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan surrendered so easily, what demonstration of skill would there be? Before Fang Ze could even finish his plea, Hong Fuxiu executed a swift pirouette, her crimson attire billowing like leaping flames. With an elegant flourish, a long Red Silk scarf unfurled from her wide sleeves. The peony design, intricately embroidered with golden threads, seemed to spring to life in the wind, its petals extending with a shower of sparks. The entire Red Silk transformed, morphing into a fearsome Red Phosphorus Fire Dragon, which lunged towards the two men with bared fangs and extended claws.
The air sizzled and crackled in the Fire Dragon's wake. Hong Fuxiu's fingertips formed a seal, her lips curling into a seductive yet sinister smile as she chanted, "Nanming Lihuo, heed my call!" The dragon's head reared back, its massive maw opening to unleash a torrent of fire. Each spark that landed erupted into a bowl-sized flame, rapidly engulfing a ten-meter radius in a sea of fire, the flames undulating like waves.
Upon witnessing this display, Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan wasted no time, quickly summoning their spells and magical treasures for defense. Fang Ze produced and brandished a flame banner, which, upon being swung, unleashed four Fire Phoenixes to confront the Red Phosphorus Fire Dragon born from the Red Silk.
"Is this the extent of your fiery prowess?" Hong Fuxiu invoked another incantation, and suddenly, blue flames surged around the dragon, with fiery peonies erupting from its scales. "Allow me to demonstrate my Innate True Fire!" No sooner had she spoken than nine azure peonies materialized from the blazing inferno. With each tremor of their petals, countless fiery needles shot forth, weaving into a dense fiery net in the air, completely blocking any escape route for the two.
By this point, the Red Silk had shed its ordinary guise, the dragon now entwined with azure and crimson flames, roaring as if it were a living entity. Hong Fuxiu strode through the sea of fire, her red dress fluttering elegantly, the gold embroidery on her garments shimmering, enhancing her dazzling appearance under the fiery glow. The fire dragon roared again, completely engulfing the four Fire Phoenixes. Fang Ze's expression shifted dramatically as he hastily retreated.
However, he seemed to have forgotten the presence of Kou Ta behind him. As Hong Fuxiu engaged, Kou Ta too unleashed his power. His thick fingers formed a seal, bathed in golden light, and in the next moment, six massive golden arms erupted from his back, furiously lashing out towards Zhang Baishan. These golden arms moved with incredible agility, each strike imbued with the essence of martial arts, forcing Zhang Baishan onto the defensive with only a few exchanges. Despite being in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, Zhang Baishan possessed strong defensive capabilities due to his earth attribute cultivation.
A rock barrier protected him, cracking under Kou Ta’s relentless assault but endlessly repairing itself.
Zhang Baishan poured all his effort into reinforcing the stone shield with diverse defensive techniques, yet he was compelled to fall back progressively.
Both combatants were pushed back until they stood back-to-back, trapped in an inescapable predicament.
Hong Fuxiu’s gaze ignited like burning embers, her hair appearing to be alight, transforming her into a vision of a Flame Empress.
"Nanming Lihuo, immolate the heavens and boil the ocean."
With a joyous laugh, she spun upwards, the golden sparks from her hairpin coalescing into fiery sigils. "Taste this technique — Blooming of Nine Heavens!"
Great azure peonies unfurled, bursting forth in a cascade of flames. A myriad of golden fire tendrils erupted from the blossoms, rending the darkness like a colossal volcanic outburst. Each fiery tendril twisted together in the sky, forging a tempestuous sea of fire. Every tendril, as thick as a Jiao Long, seethed with molten fire particles across its surface, searing the very air it traversed, creating palpable waves of heat.
The fiery downpour descended like crimson-gold motes, setting dry foliage ablaze and causing stones to emit smoke. Each inhalation carried the acrid scent of burning, as if the world itself was warping into shimmering illusions under the intense heatwave.