C460 The Zhu Family Patriarch
C460 The Zhu Family Patriarch
This Zhu Jiu was indeed worthy of being called an Earth Immortal. In an instant, the explosive force of the hammer had almost exceeded that of a barbaric bull. The wooden sword produced a cracking sound, as if it was going to break at any moment.
With the terrifying physique of his Dragon Soul Spell, Yang Xuan was able to fight back a little. However, the wooden sword couldn't hold on any longer. It could only push its force outward and retreat at a rapid speed.
"Don't run!" Zhu Jiu shouted in anger. The bronze hammer in his hand danced like a flower. He stretched out his left arm and threw the hammer at Yang Xuan. After Yang Xuan dodged it nimbly, the hammer fell heavily into the ground.
When the surrounding people saw this, they exclaimed.
"I have long heard that the young master of Zhu family is able to uproot a mountain with his strength. He really lives up to his reputation!"
"That's right. These two copper hammers are probably one to two thousand jin in weight. I can't even lift ten of them!"
Yuh Qingcheng, on the other hand, seemed very at ease. She casually held her hands behind her back and did not have any intention of worrying about Yang Xuan. She knew that Yang Xuan would not lose.
In the next moment, Yang Xuan threw out the Yin Yang Pan. In the blink of an eye, the sky and earth turned dark. The entire Zhu Mansion's entrance was covered by a fog. Everyone panicked.
"What's going on?"
"Good boy, that kid is an Immortal Master, he actually has such a magical technique!"
Zhu Jiu also felt that something was wrong. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed at the void. The copper hammer that had sunk into the ground began to loosen up. Finally, it turned into a stream of light and returned to Zhu Jiu's hand.
"Let me tell you, I don't know how many Immortal Master have fallen under this young master's hands. No matter how strong you are, this young master will be able to knock you down with a single strike!"
He stood in the fog and couldn't see Yang Xuan's figure clearly. In order to prevent a sneak attack, he could only wave the copper hammer with both of his hands. The sound of the hammer breaking through the air could be heard.
Yang Xuan was not far away from him. He held his hands and looked at him with a thoughtful expression. From the moment he attacked, the Spiritual Force on Zhu Jiu's body had been circulating strangely. It had clearly been released, but it was not used in battle.
It was like... a beggar who had thousands of spirit stone on his body and did not know about it?
The more Yang Xuan thought about it, the stranger he felt. Immediately, he released a trace of the Spiritual Force and rushed to his left. A gust of wind blew under his feet as he dashed forward.
Two voices sounded in his ears at the same time. Without thinking, Zhu Jiu swung his hammer forward. It was precisely where Yang Xuan was standing.
As expected!
Yang Xuan quickly retreated and dodged the hammer. He had already understood what was going on.
Although this Zhu Jiu had the cultivation of Second Stage, he didn't use it at all. He didn't even know the most basic way to differentiate the Spiritual Force. On the contrary, his combat instinct was extremely strong. He let out a slight sound. It was immediately caught by him.
What a strange person.
Yang Xuan gradually became interested in him and stopped teasing him. His two fists were surrounded by black and white Qi. In the blink of an eye, he rushed behind Zhu Jiu and punched him on the waist.
The Yang Spirit Essence Breaking Hand instantly broke through Zhu Jiu's defense. Then, the Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand's soft force poured into his body, and suddenly exploded in his body. Before Zhu Jiu could react, he was sent flying, and fell unconscious on the ground.
After putting away the Yin Yang Pan in the air, the fog slowly dissipated. In just a moment, everyone only saw Yang Xuan standing there. As for the mighty Zhu Jiu, he was lying on the ground, seeking death.
"Young master!"
The butler cried out in pain. He quickly rushed over and asked the people behind him to carry Zhu Jiu in. After that, he stared fiercely at Yang Xuan and brought more people to surround him.
Yuh Qingcheng also found it funny when she saw it from the outside. Although there were many servants rushing out from Zhu Mansion, but at most, there were only a few hundred of them. At this moment, she waved her hand. The two thousand elite soldiers behind her quickly moved, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded the people from the Zhu Mansion.
The scene turned into Yang Xuan being surrounded by Zhu Mansion. Zhu Mansion was surrounded by two thousand elite soldiers. There were also a large number of civilians watching the show from the outer layer. All of them had excited expressions on their faces.
For people like them who had grown up in Jiangnan Prefecture, they had never seen such a large-scale battle in their entire lives, let alone the high and mighty Zhu family. It was even more exciting.
In the next moment, a long sigh came from Zhu Mansion, followed by the voice of an old man. "Marquis of Lo Capital, if you have something to say, come in and tell me. I will wait for you."
The moment he heard the voice, the butler's facial expression changed. He looked inside blankly, his face pale.
Yang Xuan's heart was also heavy. Just the pressure emitted from this voice had already revealed his master's cultivation base. That Qi gave him an unfathomable feeling.
Immediately, the butler ordered the people surrounding Yang Xuan to disperse. Yuh Qingcheng also made way for them. Soon, all the people from Zhu Mansion disappeared at the door. The door was wide open, as if they were inviting a prince into a jar.
Yuh Qingcheng slowly walked to Yang Xuan's side and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid there is a trick. Be careful."
Yang Xuan nodded. "I know. You and your men will wait for me outside. If I don't come out in an hour, you will lead your troops to flatten Zhu Mansion."
The two of them quickly finished their conversation. Yang Xuan walked towards Zhu Mansion with his head held high. Yuh Qingcheng led two thousand elite soldiers to surround Zhu Mansion and chase away all the bystanders.
As soon as he entered the door, Yang Xuan felt a deep gaze looking at him from not far away. There were faint sighs in his ears, but he could not see anyone.
One by one, the servants stood with their hands behind their back, giving him a way to move forward.
First, he passed through the courtyard, then he crossed the corridor bridge. There was another fake mountain in front of him. Finally, he saw a small pavilion at the center of the lake. An old man was holding a teacup and sitting alone in the pavilion.
Yang Xuan quickly walked in front of him. The old man did not turn around. He just waved his hand and the servants on both sides retreated. The group that looked like a long dragon also disappeared.
Along the way, Yang Xuan roughly estimated that there were at least a thousand servants. Such a number was extremely terrifying. One must know that in the capital, even in the twelve families, the number of servants in the family would not exceed a hundred.
"The Zhu family is indeed worthy of being the richest man in Jiangnan Prefecture. They are really generous." Yang Xuan said with a smile. He slowly walked to the pavilion and found a stone stool to sit down.
The old man slowly turned around and looked at Yang Xuan with a deep look. The wrinkles on his face had become countless ravines, and each wrinkle made him look a little older.
"I am the Old Ancestor of Zhu family, Zhu Changshou. Greetings, Marquis of Lo Capital." He said in a deep voice. Both of his hands were holding the teacup, but he had no intention of bowing.