Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Chapter 290: 163, Who is holding the winning cards

Master Fanyin has arrived!

With just one sentence, more than a thousand rebels at the east gate were wiped out by Gui Yutang and the Mansion Army, leaving no survivors.

Although the screams lasted for less than ten breaths, they truly unsettled everyone present, particularly those closest, like Hou Yucheng and others.

In the sky, dressed in white and with an unearthly demeanor, Master Fanyin slowly descended...

Witnessing the holy aura swirling around her and her face resembling Sikong Yue by seventy percent, she still wore a look of gentle sorrow for the world. As she lowered her gaze to the thousand or more corpses below, Hou Yuxiao felt a chill in his heart that lingered long after.

Tonight, many had already perished in the city. The scene before him shouldn't have been unusual, but these were all martial artists, and with the imminent attack of the Xuzhou army, Ding Buhai's proposal to join forces temporarily to resist made a lot of sense and was worth considering.

But her arrival had led the Mansion Army to commit a slaughter...

A terrifying aura enveloped the space above, and as Hou Yuxiao's chill hadn't subsided, he felt his hairs stand on end. Looking up, he was met with Master Fanyin's deceptively calm gaze. After their eyes met, Master Fanyin subtly nodded towards the direction of Hou Yujie.

Hou Yuxiao immediately understood. Without hesitation, he bowed his head toward Hou Yujie and said, ""The Master orders the execution of the remaining traitors of the sect."

Hou Yujie, as if he had been waiting for this moment, drew his longsword and swiftly took Ding Peng's life. Simultaneously, the forces of Hou Yucheng and others rapidly dispersed, eliminating all of the remaining thousand-plus Great Luo Sect Members.

Over three thousand traitors were annihilated, leaving no survivors...

Everyone present shuddered deeply, succumbing to a dead silence.

In truth, the deaths in the city tonight had already exceeded a million, so these three thousand more should have been insignificant. But at this moment, Hou Yuxiao felt a cold shiver over his forehead.

These three thousand were all martial artists of at least the five levels of body refinement. Moreover, with the Xuzhou army about to attack and Ding Buhai suggesting a temporary alliance to resist, it was indeed a reasonable proposal.

Still, Master Fanyin hadn't hesitated, ordering their deaths without a second thought...

Hou Yuxiao stole a glance at Zhan Taiqing in the sky, catching her meaningful gaze. Seeing her face, so similar to Sikong Yue, and the slight smile at her lips, he lowered his head, suddenly feeling very nervous.

With Zhan Taiqing exterminating the three thousand traitors so thoroughly, it felt distinctly like a warning to others. Showing such a gaze to him, could it be that he was the intended example...

The Hou Clan had already secretly pledged loyalty to the Ziqing Holy Sect, even making early contact with both the Great Yu Holy Dynasty and the Haoran Holy Sect. Could it be... Master Fanyin already knew?

Impossible... Impossible... If she knew, my Hou Clan would have already been annihilated without a trace, Hou Yuxiao thought to himself, repeatedly trying to reassure himself...

Meanwhile, unlike the others' shock, Ding Buhai, staring at the bodies of his son Ding Peng and the Great Luo Sect Members, felt his rage soar to the point of irrationality. He looked up and yelled at Master Fanyin, ""Zhan Taiqing, you enchantress..."

""You dare to address me by my name, seeking death!"

Unfortunately, before Ding Buhai could finish speaking, Master Fanyin's imposing aura enveloped him from above, followed by a cold reprimand. As the sacred white light blossomed above his head, Ding Buhai's face turned deathly pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

A Great Grandmaster is so frail before a Great Perfection Realm master!

""It is normal for a disciple who has lost his son to lose control of his emotions. I hope the Master can be magnanimous and not stoop to his level!"

An elderly voice emerged from behind Ding Buhai, belonging to Zen Master Yuan Kong, who had come down with Master Fanyin. Following him, Moxuzi, Lian Ningxue, Zhang Yuning, and Zen Master Yuan Fa also appeared in mid-air, each showing a different expression as they observed the situation.

As six great masters appeared, two groups, one of monks and another of Daoists, each numbering over ten, hurried from the east gate. Led by Zhao QingXue and Monk Buyu respectively, Monk Buyu's followers immediately positioned themselves below Zen Master Yuan Kong.

Zhao QingXue, leading her sect members, moved behind Moxuzi. After positioning themselves, her eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and upon seeing Hou Yuxiao, who was closest to Master Fanyin, her eyes briefly brightened.

So far, the six great masters from outside Tongling City, along with around thirty followers from Leiyin Temple and the Ziqing Holy Sect, had all emerged during the air battle between the great Confucian and Taoist expert and the Blood Demon.

Hou Yuxiao was unaware of Zhao QingXue's glance. He looked up at the sky, where the intertwining red and white lights emitted terrifying energy fluctuations, causing his heart to palpitate. Fearing to look further, he quickly bowed his head to continue monitoring the situation.

"If I were to seriously act, would he still be alive?"

Master Fanyin seemed unsurprised by the arrival of Yuan Kong and others, merely replying with a cold laugh to his previous remark.

"Amitabha!"

Anger surged in Zen Master Yuan Kong's heart, forcing him to chant a Buddhist mantra to regain his composure. Looking down at the three thousand fallen traitors and after exchanging a few words with Ding Buhai, his expression darkened to the extreme.