Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather
Chapter 543 - 480: Such an Awesome Old Man!_2

Chapter 543: Chapter 480: Such an Awesome Old Man!_2

His cultivation must be at least at the Postnatal Eighth Layer, and it is very likely at the Postnatal Ninth Layer.

With his cultivation, it shouldn’t be hard for the guards to stop him.

But escaping is impossible for him.

At the moment he was preparing to flee from the rooftop, over a dozen figures suddenly leapt up from outside the courtyard, stepping on the walls and onto the rooftop south side of Chunzai Hall.

The next instant, over a hundred guards jumped onto the surrounding rooftops; on every building around Chunzai Hall, the figures of guards could be spotted.

The Yang Family Guards aren’t ordinary soldiers; ordinary soldiers would need some effort to climb onto a rooftop, but the Yang Family Guards are Martial Artists with cultivation of Postnatal Fourth Layer or above, making scaling walls and rooftops a simple feat.

That expert still attempted to break through, but as soon as he jumped off the rooftop, seven or eight guards stood in his way.

However, his cultivation was, after all, not weak; a slash of his blade unsheathed, and the guards in front of him were forced back instantly, with even two of them, carelessly falling from the rooftop.

But soon, several more guards ran forward to reinforce, surrounding the man once again.

In terms of cultivation, this man was much stronger than the guards.

Yang Zhenshan had already confirmed that this person possessed the cultivation of the Postnatal Ninth Layer.

A Martial Artist of the Postnatal Ninth Layer would be considered a master in any context.

While the guards had cultivation levels as low as the Postnatal Fourth Layer and at most the Postnatal Sixth Layer, there was a significant gap when compared to him.

But the outcome of a battle is not solely determined by the level of cultivation.

Soldiers in the military are adept at coordination, and these Yang Family Guards possess an unparalleled tacit understanding in their cooperation.

Merely seven of them were able to entangle a Postnatal Ninth Layer Martial Artist. Although it was difficult for them to defeat him, it wasn’t easy for him to escape the entanglement of the guards either. NovelFire

Moreover, the Yang family wasn’t without Postnatal Ninth Layer Martial Artists; Luo Jingsong, Ding Qiu, and Wu Zhan all had the cultivation of the Postnatal Ninth Layer.

After only a moment of entanglement with the guards, Ding Qiu arrived wielding a long sabre to provide support.

Yang Zhenshan withdrew his gaze, refocusing his attention on the courtyard before him.

There were indeed many experts here!

Look, nearly all of them are Martial Artists of the Postnatal Sixth or Seventh Layer, with several among them at the Postnatal Eighth Layer.

If those who had come weren’t Yang Family Guards, but other soldiers instead, a bloody battle would have been inevitable.

However, in front of the Yang Family Guards, the thirty plus Martial Artists of the Postnatal Sixth or Seventh Layer weren’t enough of a challenge.

As soon as the fight began, the Yang Family Guards suppressed their opponents within the courtyard. The opponents tried to break through, left and right, but each time they only managed a few yards before being driven back by the guards!

The warfare was intense from the very beginning, with the clanging of weapons forming a continuous ring, alongside the cries of battle, screams, and angry shouts echoing incessantly.

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Outside Chunzai Hall, the onlooking crowd of commoners scattered like birds and beasts upon hearing the cries of battle and screams, vanishing in a moment without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, the previously noisy streets quieted down.

The commoners weren’t fools; they would naturally join the fun if it was just a spectacle, but now with the clamor of combat and so many Martial Artists on rooftops, they dared not stay to watch, even if they were bold.

In the chaos of battle, no one can assure the safety of the innocent.

The commoners may have dispersed, but there were plenty of Martial Artists who came to watch.

How many Martial Artists are there in Capital City?

How many among them are scions of nobility?

These individuals were much bolder than the commoners; upon seeing a fight between Martial Artists, many ran over to watch.

Of course, they wouldn’t get too close but instead hid in nearby teahouses, taverns, or on rooftops and trees, watching from a distance.

"What’s going on?"

At a teahouse on the north side of Chunzai Hall, Prince Dai, curious, looked outside after hearing the commotion.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, there’s a fight happening at Chunzai Hall, let’s leave this place first!" Xia’anzi, hearing the discussions of other customers in the teahouse, hurriedly advised.

However, Prince Dai immediately became excited upon hearing about a fight, "Where? Chunzai Hall! Let’s go have a look!"

"Your Highness, no, it’s too dangerous there!" Xia’anzi was startled, clutching Prince Dai’s waist, fearing he might jump out the window.

"Let go of me!" Prince Dai said, somewhat annoyed.

"Your Highness, please spare your servant, we really can’t go!" Xia’anzi was almost crying.

With the unpredictability of weapons, injuring Prince Dai would be an irredeemable mistake.

"You—you—" Prince Dai was frustrated but was also not unreasonable, knowing that Xia’anzi was worried about his safety.

"Alright, I won’t go over there, let’s go up higher and take a look!" Prince Dai said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Xia’anzi instantly breathed a sigh of relief; they were still some distance away from Chunzai Hall, and watching from here should not pose any danger.

"Liu Bin, take me to the rooftop!" Prince Dai shouted towards the door.

The door opened, and a tall man bent over and walked into the private room with his head lowered.

This man was excessively tall, probably over two meters. He had to bend his back just to enter through the door.

"Your Highness, I’ll throw you up!"

Liu Bin stood in front of the window and roared thunderously.

"Okay!" Prince Dai agreed without hesitation.

"Liu Bin, be careful, don’t injure His Highness!" Xiao Anzi said anxiously.

How can you throw His Highness up there?

Can’t you help His Highness up?

But he glanced at the window and then at the tall Liu Bin, and in the end, he didn’t stop Liu Bin.

Prince Dai climbed out of the window, stepped on Liu Bin’s arm, and with one heave from Liu Bin, he leaped up twenty feet, clearing the third floor and grabbing onto the roof’s cornice.

"Xiao Anzi, come up!" Prince Dai did not forget Xiao Anzi.

Liu Bin looked down at Xiao Anzi, and with no alternative, Xiao Anzi had to climb out and use the same method to reach the rooftop.

Standing on the cornice, Prince Dai surveyed the location of Chunzai Hall.

From here, although he could not see the entirety of Chunzai Hall, he could see the rooftops around it.

"Martial masters, there are martial masters. Those two must be Postnatal Ninth Layer masters!"

He saw the battle between Ding Qiu and his opponent and couldn’t help but exclaim excitedly.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, be careful, don’t fall down!" Xiao Anzi stood behind Prince Dai, holding his robe from behind.

"It’s okay, it’s okay!"

Prince Dai said nonchalantly, his gaze fixed in the direction of Chunzai Hall.

"Go ask, who are those people? They all seem to be very strong!"

"Your Highness, it’s not too late to ask after it’s over!"

Xiao Anzi didn’t dare to leave Prince Dai’s side. What if Prince Dai, in his excitement, ran too close to the action?

Prince Dai didn’t care and turned to say, "Look at those people, their coordination is seamless, and yet their cultivation is not low either!"

"Another one has appeared, also a master!"

"Look over there, look over there, that thrust is so fast!"

He watched with such excitement that his face turned red, wishing he could enter the fray himself.

Fortunately, he was self-aware, knowing that with his level of cultivation, he wasn’t even qualified to be cannon fodder. NovelFire

While Prince Dai shouted excitedly, an old man sitting on a nearby rooftop suddenly said, "Kid, quiet down!"

Hearing the scolding, Prince Dai was startled and looked towards the old man.

It was only then that he noticed someone was sitting next to him.

The old man wore a worn-out cyan robe, his hair white and disheveled, appearing unkempt. He held a liquor jug in his hand, periodically taking swigs.

The liquor would run down his messy beard, soaking the front of his clothes.

"Old man, when did you come up here?" Prince Dai asked in surprise.

Xiao Anzi was on alert, watching the old man before them.

This old man had suddenly appeared here, and neither of them had noticed.

"It was I who came first, and you’ve disturbed my drinking!" The old man glanced at Prince Dai and said dissatisfied.

Prince Dai scratched his head, "Oh, I’ll keep my voice down!"

He was quite reasonable; he understood the etiquette of first come, first served.

Besides, he didn’t want to talk to an unkempt old man at the moment. He wanted to watch the fight at Chunzai Hall.

But just as he turned his head away, a sudden loud noise erupted behind him, and before he could react, he felt a gust of wind pass over his head.

Then, he saw the unkempt old man soar like a swallow, leaping over ten meters, lightly skimming across the rooftop opposite, and heading straight for Chunzai Hall.

However, the old man suddenly stopped a short distance from Chunzai Hall.

Prince Dai’s face was full of astonishment, "Such a formidable old man!"

His amazement wasn’t over, and his eyes nearly popped out.

Because he saw two figures clashing at an extremely fast speed on the roof of Chunzai Hall.