Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Chapter 281: 160, not a single heretical rebel is left.

"Kill these traitors!"

"The Master won't let them go, kill them..."

"The brothers of the Third Battalion, who have gone astray, can still come back to the right path if they repent now."

"To betray the Respected Rakshasa Deity is to invite a terrible death!"

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Inside the eastern gate, two large armies, totaling around ten thousand men, were fighting furiously, filling the air with earth-shattering clashes and roars, the fight at a deadlock.

Both sides were clad in the standard-issue silver armor of the Mansion Army. At this moment, entangled together, it was somewhat difficult to distinguish the sides, but if you looked closely, you would find that nearly a third of the soldiers had a white cloth strip wrapped around their right hand and were fighting against those without cloth strips.

In the vanguard of this group of soldiers, three figures with significantly stronger auras were engaged in a frenzied battle. Two of them, of relatively normal stature, were attacking a burly, muscular man. All three wore the same armor, but the muscular man's right arm was also wrapped with a white strip, indicating he was the leader of the one-third soldiers.

Despite being two against one, the muscular man, wielding two Eight-Sided Gilded Hammers, appeared calm and composed, not panicking even though he was at a disadvantage.

In contrast, the two men attacking him seemed to hold the upper hand but were wearing expressions filled with fear, their moves somewhat frenetic, occasionally glancing upwards with extreme nervousness.

Seeing an opportunity, the muscular man summoned his Core Essence Qi, propelling the hammers towards the younger of his two attackers. The hammers brought a fierce gale, like twin dragons emerging from the sea, the momentum quite astonishing.

The man's eyes narrowed. Instead of dealing with the giant hammers flying towards him, he chose to raise his longsword to bypass them, slashing a ten-meter long Sword Qi towards the muscular man's neck.

Clearly, he intended to trade his body for the muscular man's life, a sacrifice worth making—but the question was whether he could follow through!

The muscular man sneered. The gale brought by the hammers suddenly expanded, its fierce strength altering the direction of the incoming Sword Qi, while the hammers continued to smash towards the man's face.

If this were a one-on-one situation, the muscular man's hammer, even if it did not take his opponent's life, would likely have secured victory. Unfortunately, the muscular man was fighting two.

A long spear suddenly thrust out from behind the muscular man, like a dragon leaving the sea. The muscular man frowned, a hint of gloom crossing his face as he slightly adjusted the direction of his hammers and sidestepped, dodging the other man's long spear.

However, this meant that the hammer originally aimed at the face of the man in front of him also altered its path, grazing over his shoulder and causing limited damage.

Having dodged the long spear, the muscular man did not dare linger between his two opponents. He quickly withdrew five or six meters and steadied himself, directing his gaze towards the man with the long spear, a hint of a smile on his face. Pointing towards the apocalyptic scene in the sky above, he spoke slowly.

"Leader Gui, with the appearance of the great powers from the Confucian Sect, the handover of Tongling is a done deal. Now that the Holy Church is in decline, losing their stronghold is certain. Anyone with eyes can see it. Why do you persist in your delusion? It's not too late to join us under Leiyin Temple and find a better path for yourself, what do you say?"

"What a joke, you, a mere Dan Embracing Phase Martial Artist, are fit to point fingers at the Holy Land! Traitors to the church should be subjected to a thousand cuts and ten thousand slices. Peng Ling, just wash your neck and await death. Once the Master is free, you, Ding Dian, and the over three thousand Mansion Army soldiers who defected with you, not one will escape!"

Fan Zhendong, wielding a longsword, preemptively rebuked Peng Ling's attempt to persuade Gui Yutang, inflecting his voice with menace as he spoke of punishment and deliberately amplifying his volume with Gang Qi, aiming to break the morale of the rebellious Martial Artists below.

True to his intention, the over three thousand rebellious soldiers below, hearing his words, all had a hint of fear rising on their faces. Already at a numerical disadvantage, this blow to their morale left them falling back ever more in the face of the assault from the seven thousand plus soldiers.

Seeing this, Peng Ling, with a look of gloom in his eyes, called out harshly to the soldiers below, "The disaster in Tongling today is all because of the Demon Sect's incompetence in dealing with the Blood Demon had it not been for the righteous powers slaying the monster, we would have all been doomed. Such an incompetent Demon Sect fancies holding on to Tongling—utter delusion. Brothers, there's no need to fear them. Fan Longhe won't last much longer against Ding Sicheng and Head of Ding Sect. Once the two leaders are free to act, these Mansion Army soldiers are as good as dead. And if Master Fanyin dares to act against us, Zen Master Yuan Kong and the other righteous experts will not turn a blind eye!"

Peng Ling's words not only boosted the morale of his own rebellious soldiers but also managed to suppress the spirit of the other seven thousand plus men. While it was not enough to reverse the situation on the ground, it did have some small effect.

Gui Yutang's face was overcast with clouds. He did not look at the battle below but raised his eyes to the eastern gate outside, seeing County Magistrate Fan Longhe being pushed back by Ding Dian and Ding Buhai, constantly in grave danger. He knew that Tongling... was seriously imperiled.

None expected Ding Dian's betrayal, including Gui Yutang and Fan Longhe.

Outside the eastern gate, Fan Longhe was hit by a Buddha Palm from Ding Buhai on the shoulder, his body crashing into the ground, creating a huge pit. Bearing the pain, he stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sensed the Sword Qi transformed from Ding Dian attacking from behind. He hurriedly leapt out of the way.