Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Zhantai Wuyuan, the Saint Heir of the Rakshasa Holy Sect.

Hou Wuji, the son of Hou Yuxiao, the Lord of Hexi.

Hou Wuqie, the nephew of Hou Yuxiao, son of Hou Yuduan, the Fifth Master of the Hou Clan in Hexi.

These three people, who in the world would really dare to kill them?

The question is, even if you dare to kill, you might not have the ability.

The backing of Zhantai Wuyuan is Sikong Yue, the current Sect Hierarch of the Rakshasa Holy Sect, who is leading thousands of troops to attack the Bingzhou Blood Spirit Demon Sect, another Holy Land;

Hou Wuji and Hou Wuqie's backing is Hou Yuxiao, who two months ago just forced the Shitian Buddha to death, destroying the thousand-year-old tradition of the Chan Sect at Leiyin Temple. He now reigns as the Lord of Half of Hexi, vaguely known as the top person below the Holy Land, while the Hou Clan is hailed as the top family below the Holy Land.

Which of these two is not a power of overwhelming strength? Let's suppose, you are confident you can kill someone before they arrive, you must also consider facing the wrath of both Hexi and the Rakshasa Holy Sect afterwards.

Can you... handle it?

All those present tonight from the Si Miao Union are martial artists above the Gang Qi Realm, with considerable martial world experience. After Qing Wu's repeated reminders, they suddenly realized this truth.

Both Zhantai Wuyuan and the two young masters of the Hou family are people with sky-high backgrounds, let alone this group of theirs. Even if Qing Wu, this master at the peak of the Xuanyin Realm, helps, there's not a slight chance of success.

Could there be no life-saving means for these three second-generation heirs?

Once they use their life-saving techniques and attract some big shot, especially people from the Hou Clan, the members of the Si Miao Union will have no way out but death.

Run, run fast!

No wonder it's said there is great terror between life and death. Once thousands of members of the Si Miao Union understood this, they all disappeared into the night within less than ten breaths.

Even Shen Guzhen, the City Lord of Xiaqiu City, didn't dare to stay any longer.

Although they left, the battle in mid-air among the three continued.

Zhantai Wuyuan's cultivation in the Master Third Realm, with both the Yuanqi Shield condensed outside his body and the Yuanqi Edge attached to his longsword, surpassed the other two by a margin. His sword strikes were as fast as lightning and much more ferocious and cunning than the other two. Even in a one versus two situation, he held the advantage.

As for Hou Wuji and Hou Wuqie, both in the Divine Communication stage of the Second Realm Grandmaster, their cultivation lagged a bit behind Zhantai Wuyuan. Moreover, with little battle experience, facing someone stronger than themselves for the first time, they were hesitant and didn't dare to strike lethally.

Their only advantage was that nearly all of the martial arts they employed reached the Transformative Realm. However, Zhantai Wuyuan also had this advantage, and not only did he have it, but the martial arts he mastered were even more diverse than theirs...

Falling into a disadvantage was almost inevitable.

"Just you two, you want to fight me!"

Zhantai Wuyuan sneered coldly, his longsword slicing through Hou Wuqie's flank like a flash of lightning, his eyes flashing with a trace of cold light, the sword's tip heading straight for the approaching Hou Wuji behind him.

"I've trained for over twenty years in the Five Elements Heaven under my aunt's guidance, reaching the pinnacle in martial arts, how could two wastes like you compare? Last year Hou Yuxiao humiliated me like this, today I'll collect some interest back on you, this little brat, hmph!"

Of course, this sentence wasn't voiced by Zhantai Wuyuan; he knew he couldn't kill Hou Wuji while in Hexi. When his sword aimed for Hou Wuji's head, he could have deviated an inch to slash at his shoulder and neck.

The Yuanqi-coated sword edge was incredibly sharp, flashing a bright glint of cold in mid-air, with a hiss, it slashed past Hou Wuji's shoulder.

"Wuji!"

Seeing Hou Wuji's injury, Hou Wuqie exclaimed, swiftly turning his longsword back towards Zhantai Wuyuan, fearing he would continue his assault. However, after succeeding, Zhantai Wuyuan withdrew, without any intention to press on. He charged forward in vain, yet he immediately went to Hou Wuji's side to check his injury.

"Brother, I'm fine!"

However, before they could approach, Hou Wuji already spoke up.

Hearing Hou Wuji's dampened tone, Hou Wuqie's heart also sank.

Being hurt by Zhantai Wuyuan in a two-on-one, it wasn't just Hou Wuji who couldn't afford to lose face; he couldn't either.

Hou Wuji glanced at the wound on his shoulder, his face immediately growing excruciatingly embarrassed—not because of the pain, but out of humiliation.

He always prided himself on surpassing his father Hou Yuxiao in talent, and his training aptitude far exceeded the previous generation's three uncles and aunt of the Hou Clan. Though he didn't usually flaunt it, that pride was deeply embedded in his bones long ago.

And now, facing Zhantai Wuyuan, who clearly seemed about his age, not only was his cultivation and martial arts accomplishment a notch above, but his combat experience was also far more superior. Even with his brother Hou Wuqie in a two-on-one, they still got wounded by Zhantai Wuyuan.

"How old are you?"

Zhantai Wuyuan was momentarily puzzled, but soon reacted, understanding why Hou Wuji would ask his age. A faintly playful smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he answered with slight provocation, "Twenty-seven, why?"

Really, of a similar age...

Hou Wuji's face became even more embarrassed; he lowered his head, pondering for a long time, then turned to Hou Wuqie, saying solemnly, "Brother, let me fight him one-on-one."

Hou Wuqie instinctively wanted to persuade him otherwise, but seeing his determined expression, he knew it was futile, so he nodded gently, though he kept a firm hold on his longsword, ready to assist at any moment.