Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Chapter 231: 140, Qinglong Association (8)_3

He Feng and Wu Ming must have been killed by Ding Buhai," Hou Yuxiao realized. And considering Ding Dian's earlier roar, that meant Ding Buhai had more than enough power to deal with those two demons. He still had reserves...

Hou Yuxiao suddenly had a realization; during the more than half a year he had spent traveling from Zhaoyang to Tongling, he had focused all his attention on Ding Dian and Fan Longhe, completely overlooking Ding Buhai. This local second-rate power of the Great Luo Sect's Sect Master in Tongling was not only more formidable than he had imagined, but his low profile was somewhat terrifying...

Ding Buhai didn't notice Hou Yuxiao's gaze from afar. His blood-soaked hands swatted away Jiang Jiu, who was coming at him head-on. Then, turning his head, he glanced at Ding Dian, Fan Longhe, and Tong Wudi, who were struggling desperately at the hands of the three great demons, a cold smile briefly creeping across his lips.

But after a moment, he seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up at the sky of the Secret Realm, then down at Jiang Jiu and Green Fang in front of him, his face immediately revealing a shade of darkness.

"It's a pity I couldn't eliminate those three. I won't play with you any longer!"

Ding Buhai took a deep breath, and his hands suddenly came together, the True Yuan within his body flowing through the twelve meridians and gathering between his palms. The golden statue behind him, bathed in a glow of blood light, seemed to awaken as well, shining brilliantly.

"Great Luo... Blood Hand."

With a low chant, Ding Buhai's face suddenly showed a look of utmost devotion as he simply pushed his hands gently toward the two demons in front of him.

Yet, with this simple push, the golden statue behind him also reached out a ghastly red hand from the bloody mist and pushed forward...

The robust True Yuan turned into a giant palm thousands of meters large, bringing a terrifying gust of wind, sweeping forward with overwhelming might.

The two demons entangled with him had nothing but fear in their pupils at this moment.

Behind Jiang Jiu, the azure toxin was pushed to the extreme, yet it couldn't stop the Blood Hand in the slightest.

Green Fang's four legs thrashed desperately, but still couldn't escape the range of the Blood Hand's attack.

Two earth-shattering booms sounded, as the Blood Hand successively struck the two demons, instantly causing a fierce gale, darkening the surroundings. The world near the Secret Realm seemed to be left with only this Blood Hand.

Under the might of the Blood Hand, the two great demons were instantly slain...

This scene left Hou Yuxiao including the four behind him with only shock and stupor in their eyes.

It wasn't just them; even Ding Dian and Tong Wudi's eyes held a deep solemnity and... wariness.

"Big brother, isn't Ding Buhai only at the Master Third Realm of cultivation? This... why do I feel... he's a bit stronger than Ding Dian and Tong Wudi?"

"It's not certain. The demons Ding Dian and Tong Wudi are facing are stronger."

"It's true that Ding Buhai hasn't made a move in many years. Whether he's strong or not, only Ding Dian and Tong Wudi know for sure. We can't see it..."

...

Hou Yuxiao ignored the discussion of the four behind him, his gaze stayed fixed behind Ding Buhai, more precisely, on the golden statue within the blood light.

"Do you see the spiritual statue behind him? Doesn't it look like a... Buddha statue?"

The others showed looks of confusion, not noticing the drastic shrinking of Hou Yuxiao's pupils. He seemed to have realized something, a look of sudden understanding dawning on his face.

I know now... I know...

As he was inwardly shouting, all of a sudden, a sacred white light appeared above the Secret Realm; Hou Yuxiao suddenly looked up, feeling the powerful breath within the light above him, his heart filled with astonishment.

The people fighting in front of them had varying expressions. Ding Dian, Fan Longhe, and Tong Wudi all showed looks of great relief, while Ding Buhai's eyes revealed darkness, as if he had anticipated this.

In contrast, the three demons' faces were full of fear and horror.

"Rakshasa, Resentful Spirit Tomb, Green Teng Demon, we are old friends now, aren't we? Call out your lord. Come on, let him show himself!"

Behind the sacred white light, a light and elegant voice emerged, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.

Ding Dian and Fan Longhe, along with the free Grandmasters of the Holy Church, upon hearing this voice, immediately knelt down, their faces becoming extremely fervent.

"The Rakshasa never dies, the Holy Church is eternal, disciples greet Fanyin Jialan!"