Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Thousand Peaks Covering the Sky, the giant sword supports the heavens.

When the flying boat of the Nether Prison Sect trembled violently, when the phantom of the mountain peak in the sky became increasingly solid, when the first mountain peak began to fall.

The giant sword supporting the heavens suddenly shot up.

Rumble~~

The earth was trembling, the space was vibrating, the sky was shaking.

It seemed as if everything between heaven and earth was swaying.

The hundred-zhang giant sword slashed in the sky, the thousand peaks shattered like bubbles in an instant, and the terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power formed a chaotic storm sweeping the world.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~

The fierce wind tugged at Yang Zhenshan’s vestment robe, causing it to flutter, but Yang Zhenshan was indifferent, his eyes glowing with golden light as he gazed at the giant sword in the sky.

The mountain peaks conjured by the Thousand Peaks Covering Sky Formation had already collapsed; evidently, the attacking power of the Heavenly Sword Formation far surpassed that of the Thousand Peaks Covering Sky Formation.

When those hovering mountain peaks completely dissipated, the giant sword supporting the heavens was still there, though the spiritual light it emitted had dimmed slightly.

Just as Yang Zhenshan thought this Heavenly Sword Formation should also dissipate, a voice full of murderous intent suddenly rang out from the sky.

”The Heavenly Ways are clear, the Earthly Records are brilliant. The Seven Stars are the hilt, the Taiji is the blade. The sword points to the eight extremes, Qi penetrates Yin and Yang. Cut down evil and shatter delusion, all laws perish!”

Amidst the turbulent spiritual power tremor, a figure stood suspended beneath the giant sword.

His vestment robe billowing, his hair and beard flying wildly, appearing extremely chaotic, yet imposing great pressure.

”That is Senior Guyun!” Yang Zhenshan squinted as he looked at the figure under the giant sword.

”Drawing the Milky Way to open the sword path!”

Jian Guyun’s face flushed red, his eyes slightly bulged, and he shouted violently.

The giant sword supporting the heavens shot horizontally, directly towards the distant flying boat.

On the flying boat, Sheng Youhuang’s face was extremely unsightly; she hadn’t expected the Thousand Peaks Covering Sky Formation to be so easily defeated by the Heavenly Sword Formation of Hidden Sword Mountain.

The flying boat carried the formation with one flaw, which was the long preparation time before activation.

They had just spent an hour activating the Thousand Peaks Covering Sky Formation, and now if they wanted to activate it again, it would take at least another quarter-hour.

The giant sword was already in front of them, and they had no time to activate the Thousand Peaks Covering Sky Formation again.

”Li Xuanxiao!” Sheng Youhuang said in a low voice.

Li Xuanxiao’s face showed a sinister smile, ”Leave it to me!”

The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the giant sword, his hand stretched out from his black robe, the dark aura spreading around his body.

A hand more than three zhang large abruptly blocked the front of the giant sword.

Compared to the hundred-zhang giant sword, the three-zhang hand seemed very small, yet this hand easily blocked the hundred-zhang giant sword.

”Tacky tricks, how dare you show off in front of an expert!”

”Shattering Void Palm!”

Li Xuanxiao snorted coldly, his hands repeatedly striking out in the air.

The three-zhang phantom hand crisscrossed out, the thousand-zhang giant sword shattered like ice, large chunks of the sword body composed of spiritual power broke, shooting out.

Yang Zhenshan saw this, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Shattering Void Palm!

This is breaking the void!

A Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist actually accomplished such a feat!

A Golden Core Cultivator can roam the void, a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist cannot do this, but they can break the void, bringing the void into reality.

What broke wasn’t the sword body, but the void.

Yang Zhenshan released his spiritual sense, sensing the piece of broken void, his face growing increasingly solemn.

The broken void could actually sever his connection with the Spirit Source Land, meaning that in front of Li Xuanxiao, he would lose his most crucial means of survival.

”Indeed, you cannot underestimate a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist!”

He sighed secretly in his heart.

The giant sword disintegrated, but Jian Guyun did not retreat; instead, he advanced toward Li Xuanxiao.

Facing a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist with late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation would surely be insufficient.

However, as Jian Guyun advanced toward Li Xuanxiao, two more figures flew out from the city.

They were Jian Canghai and Jian Suxin.

The three surrounded Li Xuanxiao, swarming with a dense mass of flying swords.

”Ignorant rat, how dare you despise the Heavenly Sword Formation of Hidden Sword Mountain?”

”Rat, have you forgotten that the Heavenly Sword Formation was created by the Heavenly Sword True Monarch!”

Jian Guyun was surrounded by sword glows, forming a sword technique with his fingers, his eyes cold as he stared at Li Xuanxiao.

This Li Xuanxiao actually called the Heavenly Sword Formation a tacky trick, what arrogance and ignorance!

Although this wasn’t Hidden Sword Mountain, and although this Heavenly Sword Formation was only temporarily set up, and although the three of them could only unleash a small portion of the Heavenly Sword Formation’s power, it was still the Heavenly Sword Formation.

”Rise, sword!”

Whoosh whoosh~~

Three hundred sixty flying swords hovered in the air, their edges aimed directly at Li Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao’s expression changed slightly, ”You cannot compare to Heavenly Sword True Monarch!”

”Hmph, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Ruins!”

Countless transparent flying swords congealed from the void, all the spiritual power within a hundred miles were transformed into Sword Intent.

In the blink of an eye, the three hundred sixty flying swords turned into a thousand, ten thousand, rushing toward Li Xuanxiao like a torrent.

Li Xuanxiao’s hands flew, his body turning into a long rainbow, colliding with the torrent of Sword Qi.

The pale Sword Qi formed a vast white torrent, while the dark True Yuan aura resembled a black river, black and white clashing together, instantly plunging the world into terrifying tremors.

The erupting spiritual power wantonly bombarded the heavens and earth, the rumbling explosions rising and falling, within and outside Wuxiang City suffering destruction as if subjected to artillery barrages.

The battlefield outside the city was a chaotic mess, the city’s buildings were partly collapsed.

The aftermath of the battle between both sides bore the might of world-ending destruction.

Just as Yang Zhenshan was preparing to act to protect Wuxiang City, a stretch of white mist suddenly rose again within the city.