Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 410: Chapter 396 General Yang really knows how to joke.

The four-foot Short Spear shot through the air like a thunderbolt. Tong Jiuxin had no time to react before the Short Spear appeared by his side.

In the blink of an eye.

The Short Spear had already buried itself into his chest.

With a squelch, a string of blood splattered amidst the crimson twilight.

Tong Jiuxin only managed a muffled grunt before his body slammed into the sparkling river like a stone.

Splash!

Water splashed everywhere, plunging the entire dock into silence.

Yang Zhenshan landed on the horse, holding the spear in one hand and stroking his long beard with the other, continuing to watch the dock with a faint smile.

A hushed silence fell among the Jianghu Martial Artists watching the excitement, which eventually erupted into noisy discussions after a long while.

”This~~”

”Is Tong Jiuxin defeated just like that?”

”Tong Jiuxin is a Postnatal Ninth Layer expert; he was defeated too quickly!”

Everyone was exceedingly surprised.

Tong Jiuxin’s defeat was so swift that no one had time to react.

The exchange between the two parties was over in an instant, with Yang Zhenshan merely throwing a Short Spear, and Tong Jiuxin firing just a few arrows.

Just like that, Tong Jiuxin fell into the river, his fate unknown!

The crowd’s gaze turned once again towards Yang Zhenshan, now filled with shock and awe.

The difference between military generals and Jianghu Martial Artists is indeed significant.

Military generals naturally excel in leading charges into battle, but if it comes to single combat, generals, under the same cultivation level, are generally no match for Jianghu Martial Artists.

As the saying goes, specialization matters; military generals always focus on how to lead charges on the battlefield, emphasizing coordination between soldiers and tactics.

Contrarily, Jianghu Martial Artists spend their days figuring out how to kill opponents in one-on-one fights.

Though both are martial artists, their focus is strikingly different.

This also causes military generals to feel restrained and unable to fully utilize their strength when facing Jianghu Martial Artists.

Yang Zhenshan, too, follows the path of military generals; however, his strength far surpasses those of his rank.

With a single strike killing the suddenly appearing Tong Jiuxin, Yang Zhenshan watched the martial artists on the dock, waiting for the next challenger.

It seemed, however, that these challengers were scared stiff; momentarily, no one dared to make a move.

”If you don’t attack now, will I have to cross the river?” Yang Zhenshan prompted once again.

Regrettably, still no one moved.

Yang Zhenshan was puzzled!

Weren’t there many who wanted to kill him?

Why were these people not making a move?

Could it be that they really planned to attack only at the end?

With no one responding, Yang Zhanshan had no choice but to pat Red Cloud, urging the horse towards the dock.

Seeing him approach, the martial artists on the dock stepped aside to make way.

Yang Zhenshan even had the leisure to nod at those enjoying the excitement.

”General Yang, that move just now was the Thousand Mechanism Hand, wasn’t it?” asked a martial artist.

”Indeed!” Yang Zhenshan responded casually.

”I didn’t expect General Yang to excel in such a maneuver!” The martial artist looked rather handsome, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, seeming unafraid of Yang Zhenshan, and instead appeared rather interested in talking idly with him.

However, just as Yang Zhenshan passed by him, an inch of cold light suddenly flashed from his sleeve.

The cold light appeared abruptly, aimed directly at Yang Zhenshan’s chest.

Hsss...

Red Cloud, sensing the flashing cold light, neighed in alarm.

Yang Zhenshan’s eyelids drooped slightly, watching the cold light about to pierce his chest, and at the same time, the handsome martial artist’s fierce face.

His right-hand held the spear up in front of his chest, and his left palm shot out straight towards the martial artist’s head.

An inch short is a mile dangerous.

The cold light stopped an inch before Yang Zhenshan’s chest, unable to advance further.

Seeing this, the martial artist’s face changed slightly, not hesitating to pull back and retreat.

Yang Zhenshan intended to thrust his spear and take his life, but at that moment, another figure appeared behind him like a shadow, forcing him to swing his spear defensively.

At the same time, yet another figure soared through the air, lunging directly at Yang Zhenshan.

All this happened in a mere instant; three assassins hidden among the dock’s martial artists attacked Yang Zhenshan.

The situation was perilously sudden, catching everyone off guard.

Yang Zhenshan’s reaction was already quick, but still a fraction slow.

His spear forced back the figure behind him, but the assassin on his side was already too close.

Despite the danger, Yang Zhenshan didn’t lose his composure but instead lay back, nearly lying flat on Red Cloud’s back.

Red Cloud was extremely agile, galloping forward with a burst the moment the assassin appeared, carrying Yang Zhenshan past the assassin’s strike.

Seeing this, other martial artists on the dock were shocked, scattering away from Yang Zhenshan like frightened birds and beasts.

And after dodging the three assassins, Yang Zhenshan once again sprang from the horse’s back, landing on a nearby flagpole.

The flagpole thick as a bowl at the teahouse had a sign hanging from it, and Yang Zhenshan stood atop the flagpole, his eyes sharply overlooking the three assassins below.

Just a moment ago, these three assassins almost took his life.

If not for Red Cloud’s timely reaction, he would likely have been grievously injured.

The danger was even more critical than the countless times he had charged into battle.

”Assassins from Mountain River Tower!”

”Shadow Bat, Partridge, Poison Bee!”

Yang Zhenshan turned towards the handsome martial artist who had just spoken to him.

This must be Poison Bee!

As for the one dressed in black behind him, with an ordinary face, he must be Shadow Bat.

And unexpectedly, Partridge turned out to be a woman, hmm, an ugly woman.

After their failed strike, the three assassins looked at Yang Zhenshan with a solemn expression.

They didn’t speak, but their cold gazes fixed on Yang Zhenshan, their eyes filled with undisguised intent to kill.

”General Yang really has impressive skills, to even evade the assassination attempt by the top three assassins from Mountain River Tower!”

A voice came from a nearby ship, followed by a tall man in a blue long shirt wielding a golden ring-backed saber stepping out of the cabin.

Yang Zhenshan followed the voice, ”Great Sorrow Saber Fu Shanhong from Nanshan Sect!”

”It is indeed I!” Fu Shanhong’s face was resolute, watching Yang Zhenshan with a half-smile.

The surrounding martial artists quickly stepped aside, and in the blink of an eye, the formerly bustling dock became empty, with only a few figures remaining.

Yang Zhenshan then looked down into the teahouse, at a cold and handsome man in a snow-white long shirt.

The man was drinking tea, with a long sword placed on the tea table in front of him.

”Xuanbing Sword Lu Ke!” Yang Zhenshan looked at the man, asking uncertainly.

The man looked up slightly, his ice-cold eyes chilling like crystals from a snowy plain.

”It is indeed I!”

Yang Zhenshan chuckled, ”Are there any others?”

He looked around.

On the river, a small boat floated by with two figures fishing.

”Old man Ye Changkai has seen General Yang!”

”Xiang Qiaohe!”

On the dock, two figures emerged from a towering tower ship.

Hmm, one of these two was someone Yang Zhenshan recognized.

Hall Master Luo Jingsong from Yuheng Star Hall.

”Luo Jingsong greets General Yang!”

”General Yang, this is Sun Chunsheng, the sword protector of our Star Moon Sect’s main hall!” Luo Jingsong even introduced Sun Chunsheng who was beside him.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly to Luo Jingsong and continued to look around.

”Only you all? No one else?”

”What? General Yang, you think we aren’t enough?” Fu Shanhong asked.

Yang Zhenshan shook his head slightly, not responding to him, but instead looking towards Red Cloud at the dock.

”Don’t injure my horse! Otherwise, I might get angry!”

He waved at Red Cloud.

Heehaw~~

Red Cloud neighed at him and then trotted off the dock.

Everyone watched Red Cloud, but no one seemed inclined to target a horse.

”It seems that those who should be here are here, and those who shouldn’t, hmm, I guess won’t be coming!” Yang Zhenshan twisted a spear flower.

”General Yang indeed has a heroic spirit, I admire!” Ye Changkai said.

”Admire me! Heh, how about you retreat three steps today?” Yang Zhenshan smiled.

Ye Changkai put down his fishing rod, slowly stood up, shook his head, and said, ”I’m really helpless, I hope General Yang understands!”

Yang Zhenshan gave him a deep look, ”If you die later, I hope you don’t blame me!”

”Ha ha~~” Fu Shanhong laughed loudly, ”General Yang really knows how to joke.”

A joke!

It wasn’t a joke at all, was it?

With so many experts ready to attack Yang Zhenshan, and instead of planning an escape, he’s thinking of counterattacking, this was no different from a joke.

”Let’s see if it’s a joke soon enough!”

Yang Zhenshan’s gaze fell on the three nearby assassins.

”Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, all of you come at once!”

The three assassins looked at Yang Zhenshan indifferently.

The next moment.

They silently pounced towards Yang Zhenshan.

These three were all masters skilled in the art of assassination, their speed extremely fast, their attacks secretive, making them difficult to guard against.