Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Chapter 175: 120, Sacred Land Successor, kill as ordered_3

"Just you? You're not even worthy to carry my shoes, let alone presumptuously speak of Sikong Yue, seeking death!"

A roar thundered, and Gu Chenfeng's anger had climbed to its peak, his face contorted in hysteria as Sword Intent fully unleashed. Infinite Sword Qi coalesced around his body, continuously clashing with the mountainous staff shadows cast down by Hou Yuxiao.

In an instant, Sword Qi and staff shadows clashed mid-air. The True Qi of both combatants also evaporated to its utmost, Sword Dao and staff Dao, their True Intents intersecting and resisting each other in the air; immediately, vegetation flew horizontally, and dust filled the sky.

Though neither of their bodies moved, it felt as if they had exchanged thousands of blows. Their physical auras gradually weakened with the clash of True Intents, yet, before a victor emerged, both clenched their teeth, refusing to yield.

"He comprehended True Intent before me; his mastery in Sword Dao True Intent is much stronger than mine. He cultivated the Sword Heart Holy Scripture; I don't have an advantage in terms of cultivation techniques..."

Blood seeped from Hou Yuxiao's mouth, nose, and eyes. He inwardly cursed as he saw the other's Sword Dao True Intent relentlessly pressing towards him, his eyes filled with gloom.

"This bastard, he was actually hiding a first-class staff technique from the Transformative Realm!"

Gu Chenfeng's lip corner dripped with fresh blood, appearing much less injured than Hou Yuxiao, but this was completely beyond his expectations.

The opponent's staff Dao True Intent, clearly not comprehended for long, could contend with him for so long, purely relying on that first-class martial art, which Gu Chenfeng could tell at a glance.

At the same time, a person practising one first-class and one second-rate technique to the Transformative Realm, just who was this Fang Jinghong? Such talent couldn't possibly remain obscure in the martial world.

Spurt...

As this thought flashed through Gu Chenfeng's mind, he suddenly heard a vomiting sound. He slightly raised his head and saw, his mouth corners curling into a smirk.

Under the high-intensity resistance of both True Intents, Hou Yuxiao eventually couldn't hold back, his staff Dao True Intent gradually dissolving.

Though much of Gu Chenfeng's Sword Dao True Intent's force was unloaded, the terrifying power that struck him immediately made his chest brutally collapse inwards, and a mouthful of fresh blood burst forth.

His body, blasted by the force, smashed directly into the ground, barely managing to kneel on one knee, struggling even to lift his head.

"This is your strength, huh?"

The rage Gu Chenfeng had bottled up began to settle as he saw Hou Yuxiao half-kneeling before him, his pride as a Sacred Land Successor returning once again.

"Fang Jinghong, Qinglong Association's Third Dragon Head, you dare to arrogantly challenge this Sword God after defeating a few small fries, what are you worth?"

"Cowering and intermittent, you vermin, I must see how shameful your face truly is!"

With each sentence, Gu Chenfeng moved a step closer to Hou Yuxiao. Though his recent clash of True Intent had drained him terrifyingly, leaving him somewhat weak, he believed Hou Yuxiao was faring far worse. Thus, he didn't guard himself much.

When he was less than ten meters away from Hou Yuxiao, he suddenly flung his Green Frost Sword, sending a slash of Sword Qi to flip away the mask on Hou Yuxiao's face.

Hou Yuxiao was clearly too incapacitated to move, and he let the Sword Qi flip his mask, revealing a rather handsome face.

The moment this face was exposed, Gu Chenfeng's pupils abruptly constricted, and images from half a year ago during the Zhaoyang Disturbance surfaced in his mind. He clearly remembered how servile this person was before him.

"You are..."

Gu Chenfeng quickly recalled the identity of the man before him, thinking back to half a year ago when the other was merely at the Coagulate Gang cultivation stage. A shock surged in his heart, and he was about to utter Hou Yuxiao's name.

But at that moment, Hou Yuxiao, still kneeling on the ground, looked up at him, revealing a sinister smile.

He suddenly stood, drawing the Green Frost Sword from his waist, and in the air, he cast nearly a hundred sword shadows. The shadows aligned like feathers, eventually forming a blood-red sword light, dragging a hundred-meter-long bloodstreak directly through Gu Chenfeng's throat...

"Did you really think you won our clash of True Intent? That was just to dupe you, you fool. Your so-called talent in Sword Dao is a joke to me. You've practiced so many sword techniques, yet not one reaches the Transformative Realm. Having the Sword Heart Sacred Pupil and not putting it to use is a waste!"

Hou Yuxiao struggled to stand, apparently somewhat drained by the Blood Shadow Sword Technique, his movements staggered, but seeing the disbelief turning into fear on Gu Chenfeng's face, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"You... dare … kill... me, I am a Sacred Land Successor… you…"

"Sacred Land Successor, I will still kill you without hesitation!"

Hou Yuxiao's eyes glinted coldly, hand raised, sword fallen.

Wanjian Holy Sect's contemporary Ninth Sword God Gu Chenfeng, body severed, life extinguished!

A blood-red mark suddenly flew out from Gu Chenfeng's corpse, targeting Hou Yuxiao and shooting straight toward him.

Watching this, Hou Yuxiao didn't react at all, the blood mark halted just outside his body.

A delicate jade hand emerged from the night, gently grasping the blood mark and playing with it for a moment before a crimson figure slowly appeared behind the hand.

"Mr. Hou, greetings to Maiden Hong!"