Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains-Chapter 787 - 348, better to join me under Hexi’s command

Hundreds of thousands of Zimiao Army scattered like birds and beasts, and in any large plain or sufficiently spacious area, this wouldn't have posed a serious problem, but it had to be Luo Mountain Valley—a narrow entrance and exit with a slightly wider middle.

Such terrain made a retreating army's defeat a nightmare.

The exit was blocked by the crowding soldiers, those caught in the middle began trampling each other as they could not get out, and the soldiers at the rear, terrorized by the pursuing Red Flame Army, desperately pressed forward, shoving and jostling in a frantic scramble, further trampling each other at every turn.

Even more disastrous was the fact that this hundreds-of-thousands-strong Zimiao Army all had their war horses!

"Don't push me!"

"Run fast."

"All of you get out of my way!"

"Move, move!"

"The army is catching up from behind, move fast!"

...

In their desperation to escape, all the soldiers fell into madness. These soldiers were all Martial Artists of the Open Body Realm, and once order was lost, all that remained was the instinct to survive, creating a chain reaction that was utterly horrifying.

Martial Artists of the Gang Qi Realm, relying on their higher cultivation, were the fastest to run, but that was based on pushing aside or even trampling on the Martial Artists of the Open Body Realm in front of them. Even the Masters of the Grandmaster Realm who could fly low due to the suppression of Qi and blood were unable to use their full strength, their speed unable to outpace the Red Flame Army's experts hot on their heels.

The ambushing soldiers who had been menacing moments before suffered a loss of about thirty percent in an instant, and the casualties continued to mount, particularly as the Red Flame Army at the rear gradually closed in, with the number of deaths soon doubling.

"Hou Yuxiao, I want your life!"

From midair, Ziquan watched the dreadful scene within Luo Mountain Valley, with almost fiery pupils and a heart bleeding inwardly. The dead on the ground were all elite warriors of his Zimiao Tribe, and due to his one wrong decision, they were dying in droves.

Although he realized his mistake, Ziquan understood that at this moment it was nearly impossible to turn things around. Once order was lost, regaining it was as difficult as ascending to heaven. The only strategy left was to deal with Hou Yuxiao. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

As long as he killed Hou Yuxiao, everything would still be recoverable!

Ziquan roared furiously, his expression almost hysterical. His golden long sword emitted a horrifying purple glow, soared through the air, and charged frantically toward Hou Yuxiao on the ground.

"Five elders of the tribe, join me in slaying this fiend!"

Ziquan had not completely lost his reason. Hou Yuxiao deliberately remained within the area shrouded by the army's Qi and blood. Ziquan, rushing forward recklessly, wouldn't be able to exert his Sub-Saint Realm strength, and killing Hou Yuxiao wasn't guaranteed. But, summoning the Zimiao Tribe's five shattered realm powerful elders made a difference.

The Nanjiang Miao Descendants clearly revered the sword, and the five elders also wielded long swords. Although their purple-gold blade edges were not as formidable as Ziquan's, they were still exceptionally sharp, quickly reaching Hou Yuxiao and working with Ziquan to seal all his possible escape routes.

Hou Yuxiao's pupils tightened, and he had been on guard the moment Ziquan charged down. Now faced with the approach of six sword edges, he was exceedingly cautious. A singularity emerged abruptly behind him, and a five-hundred-meter-tall martial spirit phantom slowly rose up behind him.

Just as his momentum matched Ziquan's, the Canglong Staff emerged from his Sea of Consciousness, and Hou Yuxiao swept a seemingly ordinary but powerful sweep across a thousand soldiers, keeping the six opponents before him. Taking advantage of the brief moment he could see their faces clearly, he sneered, "Coming down now, it's too late!"

"Stubborn until death, the six of us combined can kill you with ease."

With Ziquan already out of control and seeing Hou Yuxiao still mocking, his anger surged even more. He withdrew his long sword and signaled the five elders with a glance. The elders, understanding the cue, swung their long swords from five positions—front, rear, left, right, and below—simultaneously, sending out sword Qi like raging winds that instantly surrounded Hou Yuxiao.

Despite the suppression by Qi and blood, limiting their power and only allowing them to slash out a few miles of Sword Qi, unable to break through Hou Yuxiao's martial spirit phantom, they managed to restrain Hou Yuxiao for a few breaths.

Clearly, this was their goal.

Hou Yuxiao, now restrained, could only attempt to escape upwards, the only open direction, but before he could even ascend half a meter, Ziquan, who had just retracted his long sword, made his move!

Ziquan was already waiting right above Hou Yuxiao, his long sword radiating intense coldness. A heavy sword intent suddenly filled his vision, as Ziquan raised his long sword above and even behind his head. As Hou Yuxiao had yet to ascend, Ziquan brought the blade down fiercely.

Ssssh...!

The overpowering sword intent seemed unstoppable even by the army's Qi and blood. A violent purple sword light extended dozens of miles into the sky, then with Ziquan's motion, it ferociously cleaved down towards Hou Yuxiao's body.

Where the sword light passed mid-air, space itself shattered. The mere winds blowing from the sides shaved dozens of meters off the mountains on either side of Luo Mountain Valley, not to mention the trees it crossed.

In an instant, trees were uprooted, sand and stones scattered, and the several hundred soldiers who failed to evade—belonging to both the Zimiao and Hexi sides—were dissolved by the Sword Qi. Not a single piece of clothing, let alone bone, was left to sustain them; they turned into nothingness...

The carnage around him did not cause any change in Ziquan's expression. His gaze was fixed on Hou Yuxiao, watching as the purple sword light shattered his martial spirit phantom and headed straight for his head. Ziquan seemed to see Hou Yuxiao's head being split in twain and only then did a slight sense of gratification show in his pupils.