Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Chapter 373: 193. Bloody Massacre (Part 3)_3

The fifty thousand soldiers of the Xingnan Prefecture, whether in terms of average cultivation or experience in charging formations, were only slightly better than the ten thousand soldiers of the Hou Clan. As soon as Hou Yucheng issued the command, it was evident that the fifty thousand Black Armored Prefectural Army immediately began to divert and attack outward towards the east and west, whereas Hou's forces were a beat slower.

Hou Yucheng, seeing this, felt somewhat displeased, but he also knew that the ten thousand soldiers of the Hou Clan were only hastily assembled. In comparison to the well-organized army of the prefecture that had been established for many years, it was naturally impossible to catch up in a short time.

Now isn't the time to be improving anyway? The great battle between the two states has just begun, and as the strength of Hou's private army continues to grow, their combat effectiveness will eventually improve.

Moreover, as the Silver Armored Army of Longxiang County continued to suffer defeats, the shortcomings of Hou's ten thousand soldiers no longer mattered much.

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"The battle is lost, Sword Emissary Ren, surrender without a fight!"

In midair, a weakened Ren Feixing heard Hou Yuduan's voice, glanced down at the situation in the valley, and his already low True Qi dipped further due to the fluctuation in his emotions.

He looked up at the young man in front of him, who was exceedingly handsome, his face full of barely concealed anger.

"How deplorable that a student of the Confucian Sect would also help the tyrant. One day, I will surely report to the Holy Sect and seek justice from Bailu Academy!"

Ren Feixing masked his inner fear with a roar. He knew the young man in white was right—the defeat of the army below was a foregone conclusion. This not only meant his time as the Sword Executor of Longxiang was over, but he would also face harsh criticism from the Holy Sect.

This catastrophic loss nearly ruined his future, and the fear in his heart now overshadowed his anger towards these ambushers.

"I am Hou Yuduan of the Hou Clan of Zhaoyang, not a member of the Confucian Sect. Sword Emissary Ren, do not take it to heart. This battle is not your fault. If you surrender now, Mr. Hou can assure you your life will be spared, what do you say?"

Defeated by forty thousand soldiers, betraying the Holy Sect, and siding with the Demon Path...

Remembering the punishment of the Holy Sect, Ren Feixing immediately dismissed the thought in his mind, raised his longsword, revitalized the little True Qi left in his dantian, and released a Sword Qi strike, leaping toward Hou Yuduan.

"Dream on if you think I would betray the Holy Sect and join the Demon Sect!"

His voice was hoarse with exertion; his longsword swept through the sky, embodying a desperate stance.

However, Hou Yuduan simply brought his index and middle fingers together, wrote a sword character in the void, and fused the Vast Righteous Qi from his Eighth Orifice with the character, instantly forging a three-zhang Righteous Long Sword.

The longsword flew out, colliding fiercely with his Sword Qi, and surprisingly, a standoff ensued.

Seeing this, Ren Feixing felt extremely frustrated. He could tell that Hou Yuduan's strength was probably at the Second Realm of Yu Wen, at most equivalent to a Second Realm Grandmaster. Yet here he was, a Great Grandmaster of the Fourth Realm, driven to desperation against a Second Realm youngster.

But he had no choice but to fight with all his might...

Nearly one hundred thousand soldiers battling on the ground released waves of bloody aura that filled the entire valley. This aura suppressed the martial artists, limiting his Sword Qi to a mere hundred meters, completely unable to unleash his true combat power as a Great Grandmaster of the Fourth Realm.

And the white-clad man in front of him was cunning. Just before, in order to save the Silver Armored Army, he had fought the ambushers for a long time down below. The white-clad man had clearly waited for the right moment to come up and deal with him.

"Sect Master Li, it's no use, retreat!"

With countless deaths and injuries among the soldiers below and unable to do anything against Hou Yuduan himself, Ren Feixing started to feel cold inside, thinking of the grave mistake he had made. He looked up at Li Wenxuan, who was still contending with the ambushers' leader, gave a warning shout, and he rushed towards the north side of the valley to escape frantically.

Hou Yuduan frowned. What he feared most was happening—the outcome in the valley had been decided, and even if some ran away, as long as they guarded the eastern valley entrance well, it would do no harm. But Ren Feixing, the Grandmaster, was different. If he managed to escape and leak the news early, it would be detrimental to their upcoming plans. That was why he had tried to persuade him to surrender.

With that in mind, he eyed Ren Feixing's escape route, leaped into the air, and followed directly. Though there was a gap in their cultivation, and he struggled to keep up, he still forced himself to follow closely behind.

Ren Feixing, noticing Hou Yuduan was on his trail, showed a glint of cold light in his eyes and slowed down a bit.

"With the bloody aura of the army suppressing me, I can't do anything to you, but once we leave this valley, I'll take your life. It will serve as a perfect token to atone for my mistake to the Sword Chief!"

Ren Feixing, preoccupied with his wishful thinking, did not notice the strange look that suddenly appeared on Hou Yuduan's face behind him.

As Ren Feixing was rapidly fleeing, he suddenly felt an unfamiliar presence in front of him and abruptly looked up, his face instantly turning pale.

At the north entrance of the valley, a Golden Azure Dragon descended headfirst...