God Slayer Chronicles 14 5.3 Yang Clan Calamity

Apparently thinking that hiding inside their home would allow them a chance of survival.

Yang Chi followed, allowing her to indulge in her fantasy, although he couldn't help but tut. There were two reasons for this; the first was that he'd heard stories of his mother when she was younger.

She was fierce and ruthless, like a tigress. She'd even beaten his father to a pulp when they first met!

Her psyche was broken after she'd lost her first three children, she wasn't the woman she had once been…

After all, with the exception of his father and possibly the patriarch, she was one of the strongest people on this mountain! Her cultivation was at the peak Qi Core stage, and if she hadn't lost her children, she'd have probably broken through to the Coloured Star Realm!

Yang Chi couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart. To this woman, he was all that she had left. Her husband had died, and her master abandoned her, all that's left is her baby boy!

It was at that moment that Yang Chi decided that when his father made an inevitable return, he'd find a way so that they could have more children!

Although this was to cheer up Ru Yi there was another reason, he didn't want to have the guilt of being an only child abandoning her!

The second reason for indulging her is because of the chances he'd be hurt by the coming battle, almost fifty cultivators were charging up the mountain, all of which were Qi Core cultivators.

This wasn't such an issue in Yang Chi's eyes, this was because the elder council of the Yang Clan were all peak Qi Core cultivators.

But at the bottom of the mountain resided three Coloured Star Cultivators!

"I wonder where the Kuo Clan found such support?" Yang Chi rubbed his chin.

To him, it is evident that some power far more sinister was acting behind the scenes to lend aid to the Kuo Clan. How could a small family that's been suppressed for hundreds of years suddenly develop into a fully-fledged force that could rush into the gates of the Yang Clan?!

Ridiculous!

Impossible!

Insanity!

No! This was indeed the work of some force who treated Qi Core cultivators like birds in the sky. They even lent two Coloured Star cultivators!

Yang Chi frowned, he hadn't established himself in this world long enough to know all the ins and outs of the political landscape, especially considering the Kingdoms outside of Zi and even the Wen Empire itself!

This wasn't the time to concern himself with such matters though, whoever wanted the Yang Clan gone would meet the underside of his boot in the future.

Currently, though, it was a matter of life and death, an impressive show indeed.

Yang Chi decided to scan the mountain with his divine sense, while Ru Yi cuddled and coddled him. He didn't want to miss the show.

The first person to appear was Mohu Yi, who was currently s.h.i.+vering at the sight of three Coloured Star Cultivators!

He'd been sent here for a skirmish with the Azure Cloud Sect! His mission was to secure the loyalty of the Yang Clan, what was he supposed to do against a force that had three Coloured Star pract.i.tioners?!

Even his Dark Moon Sect could count the amount of Coloured Star cultivators on one hand!

He took a deep breath, as sweat dripped down his brow, "Sound the retreat." He whispered to his second in command.

"Sound the retreat?!" Yang Zi blurted out confused.

His Yang Clan's elder council was currently battling for the chance of their clan's survival, and their closest ally was going to retreat? Nonsense!

"I'm sorry Yang Zi, I honestly am. We've known each other for a long time. You were my senior brother at the Dark Moon, yet I refuse to die for you!" Mohu Yi snorted, as he mounted a giant navy Warhawk with a purple mane, flying off with a few dozen Dark Moon disciples.

"d.a.m.n you, Mohu Yi! You traitor! Coward! Cretin! I swear upon the graves of my ancestors I shall have my vengeance. Even if I die this day, I Yang Zi shall haunt you!" Yang Zi raved, shouting at the increasing small figure of Mohu Yi in the distance.

Yang Zi clenched his hand, squeezing until blood oozed from his hand. He took a deep breath and looked to where the Elder Council was holding off the Kuo fighters.

He grasped his saber, drawing it from its scabbard.

s.h.i.+!

Brandis.h.i.+ng it in his hand, he sighed.

Drip! Drip!

His blood hit the floor, and the skies started to rumble.

Wishhhh!

With a flash, he stormed down the mountain to meet the invaders. He seemed to move like a blur, jumping the front-line defense that the Yang Elders had created, herding the Kuo fighters like fish in a net.

"Darkness Prison!" he screamed from the top of his lungs, burning all of his blood essence, plunging his saber into the ground.

Boom!

A shockwave sent multiple Kuo pract.i.tioners flying into the air!

While a shadowy darkness spread like a wave from Yang Zi's saber, grabbing onto Kuo fighters like tentacles, throwing them around the air, tossing them into their comrades and more importantly slowing them down so the Yang Elders could cut them down!

"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" the Coloured Star pract.i.tioner with the symbol 'Kuo' embraided on his robes shouted, as he was about to rush up the mountain to save them.

While the other two had dreary looks on their faces as if saying, 'We gave your Kuo Clan so many resources, yet you fall to the blades of old men?'

They were truly disappointed.

But just as they were about to fly towards the mountain, a figure dressed in a fiery crimson cloak and purple robes descended from the skies as his robes fluttered in the wind.

The three Coloured Star fighters gave a gulp, as this man had an oppressive atmosphere about him and seemed calm and tranquil, even his eyes were closed as he landed like an immortal that had walked down from the heavens.

Zing!

As the bearded middle-aged man opened his eyes, a piercing feeling entered their souls which made the weakest among them – the Kuo man cough blood, while the others looked ashen.

Quickly they bowed, "Greetings and respects to senior. Might I know why you have graced us with your presence."

As they spoke the bearded man frowned.

"You dare approach my Yang Clan. n.o.body shall be leaving here alive." Yang Gou clenched his fist, as the other three bolted for it, flying as fast as possible.

Yang Gou chuckled at their attempts, as he raised three fingers three miniature ethereal swords appeared.

He then flicked his fingers, all three swords shot off towards their targets instantly catching up to the three Coloured Realm cultivators, piercing each of their souls as they howled with pain and immediately dropped to the floor like lifeless husks!