Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Chapter 429: 212, Threat

"Fourth Young Master, our Zhu Clan absolutely has no intentions of being enemies with the Hou Clan. If Fang Jinghong of the Qinglong Association really has such a big impact on your Hou Clan, we will immediately revoke the Jinling Death Order and guarantee never to trouble him again. Just stop here, how about that?"

"Really tedious," Hou Yujie replied, "Didn't I just say, my Hou Clan is currently eliminating a menace for the people. Qinglong Association, Fang Jinghong, I don't know them at all, and they have nothing to do with my Hou Clan. The Jinling Death Order, whether it's revoked has nothing to do with me..."

Now, knowing regret, it was too late!

A glint of sharpness flashed in Hou Yujie's eyes. His figure swiftly dashed forward, inciting Gangsha, once again sweeping out a dense rain-like plethora of sword lights, covering a large group of Zhu Clan assassins. Simultaneously, he shouted loudly, "The army follows me in the charge! Not a single one from Zhu Clan shall escape."

"YES!!!"

Three thousand troops roared forward instantly. What they wore and held were all ordinary precious articles just purchased from the Prefectural City. Facing the Zhu Clan's assassins, who had a cultivation not above the fifth or sixth body-opening levels, or rather, a disorganized mob, it was absolutely an overwhelming power. In mere moments, the Zhu Clan's formation was scattered, and half of them brutally killed.

Zhu Wuzhen stood with two First Realm Grandmasters by his side, both high-ranking members of the Zhu Clan. Seeing too many of their clan's younger generation falling, all three men looked extremely anxious.

Since the Zhu Clan was engaged in the assassination business, which couldn't be brought to light, they could only live secretly, scattered in dark places on ordinary days. They couldn't recruit members from outside their clan like normal families. Those who could stay at the main base on Golden House Mountain were the more talented within the clan. Seeing them slaughtered by the Hou Clan, they felt extremely anxious.

"This stubborn cur!" Zhu Wuzhen said as he watched Hou Yujie leading the troops to slaughter his kinsmen. The anger nearly burst from his eyes. A bright light suddenly appeared in his palm. Ultimately unable to hold back, he lashed out at Hou Yujie.

"You little beast, stop!"

After all, he was a Grandmaster of the Three Realms of Vital Energy. Although his strength was partially suppressed by the vigor of the Hou Clan's great army, it was still possible for him to intervene against Hou Yujie, who was only in the Gang Qi Second Realm. His palm, glowing, flitted a few times in the air, silently closing in on Hou Yujie.

Hou Yujie had been watching him closely. Seeing this, he didn't retreat but advanced instead. Gathering Gangsha in his Qingyu Peak, his legs stamped fiercely on the ground, and holding his longsword, he suddenly leaped forward. In mid-air, he performed the Torrential Rain Sword Technique, which his elder brother had elevated to third-rate martial arts, in an instant turning the air into a dense shower of blue-red sword lights covering Zhu Wuzhen's head.

"Courting death!"

Zhu Wuzhen, seeing this, smiled triumphantly. If Hou Yujie had retreated and hidden in the middle of the army, there would have been nothing he could do. However, he could never have anticipated that Hou Yujie wouldn't retreat but chose to confront him head-on.

To him, such conduct was no different from courting death.

A surge of killing intent welled up in him. His gaze chilled, and the glow in his hand abruptly pierced through the dense sword rains. In the next moment, the man together with the light appeared right in front of Hou Yujie, aiming straight for his throat without the slightest hesitation.

For an assassin, efficiency is paramount. Since the Zhu Clan was engaged in this business, the martial arts they trained naturally had such style.

The bright light entered Hou Yujie's eyes, carrying an air of lethal peril. Zhu Wuzhen almost saw Hou Yujie's throat being gruesomely split open, a brutal smirk instantly appearing on his face.

However, when he looked up at Hou Yujie's face, he found his smile more chilling than his own, causing his heart to tighten.

Hou Yujie raised the Qingyu Peak he had not let go of. Gangsha circulated through the twelve major meridians in his body, drawing hundreds of blood-red sword images like eagle wings in the air. These sword images instantly merged together into a bloody Sword Qi that, with a swish, dashed toward Zhu Wuzhen's body.

This was a sword image capable of being deadly!

Zhu Wuzhen's heart abruptly paused. He dared not take the slightest inattention, his hand originally aimed at Hou Yujie's neck abruptly changed direction, blocking the bloody Sword Qi in front of him.

Clang...

"It was a dagger."

"To take your life, it is enough!"

Hou Yujie, watching the light that came into contact with Qingyu Peak and realized it was just a small five-inch dagger, immediately sneered coldly, while Zhu Wuzhen relied on blocking the Sword Qi and, his eyes flashing coldly, quickly retracted the dagger. His agile right hand drew a spark in the air, attempting again to breach Hou Yujie's throat.

However, he was still thinking too simply...

"Can block my sword technique, but can it block my sword?"

What did that mean?

Hearing Hou Yujie's words, Zhu Wuzhen's expression froze. Before he could understand it, he heard a "snap" from the dagger in his hand. Looking down at the blade broken into two sections, he seemed to realize something. Looking up at Hou Yujie holding the Qingyu Peak, a fright crossed his eyes instantly.

"How is it possible, your sword, is a Spiritual Artifact!"

His dagger, named Hengxing, ranked 214th among the Famed Instruments, was considered a rare exquisite weapon in the world, yet it couldn't block even one strike from Hou Yujie. There was only one explanation: the longsword in his hand was a Spiritual Artifact...

Responding to him was an ever more fierce sword light from Hou Yujie. With his strength nearly half-suppressed by the Hou Clan's grand army, coupled with that brilliant spiritual longsword, under everyone's eyes, Zhu Wuzhen, a formidable Great Grandmaster of the Three Realms, found himself utterly helpless against Hou Yujie.