Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes as the Canglong Staff suddenly flew out of his Sea of Consciousness. With a clasp of his left hand in the air, he grasped the long staff crosswise and swept it gently in front of him. The Ape Demon's phantom behind him mimicked his movement exactly, as if it too was wielding a golden staff thousands of feet long, lightly sweeping forward.

Experiencing the full strength of a Sub-Saint of Martial Dao for the first time, although Hou Yuxiao felt a twinge of pain from squandering a hundred million merits, the thought of being able to directly eliminate a powerful Broken Realm figure from Leiyin Temple filled him with hardly containable excitement.

As he swept the staff horizontally, Hou Yuxiao felt a torrential force emanating from his hands, as if the very heavens and earth in front of him were being brushed aside by his swing. Had he not deliberately controlled his power, the 30,000 soldiers of the Red Flame Army below Wanglong Mountain would have likely been reduced to ashes by his single strike. Even with his deliberate restraint, the Red Flame Army was still scattered by the fierce wind. Not to mention the black-robed powerhouse who bore the brunt of it.

Still in disarray, the black-robed figure was suddenly enveloped by a monstrous force, like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami crashing down. The thousand-feet Ape Demon phantom's sweep was like some ancient demonic god executing a terrifying technique, forming a crescent wave of towering black Demonic Qi, advancing towards him both desperately and slowly.

The space in front of him collapsed step by step, his vital energy withered by the moment, and the Martial Dao Singularity behind him, already shattered, was now slowly condensing under the pressure of the Demonic Qi, even showing signs of retreating into the rotation of Yin and Yang...

The chasm between a Sub-Saint of Martial Dao and a Broken Realm power was simply too vast!

Horror filled the eyes of the black-robed man. He attempted to deploy his own tricks to save himself but found he could do nothing under this overwhelming force. He tried to cry out for help, only to realize that the space before him had completely collapsed, the rules utterly disrupted, his voice trapped in his throat, completely unable to come out. He wanted to beg for mercy, but found no trace of emotion in Hou Yuxiao's eyes as he looked at him.

Although the Ape Demon Martial Spirit wrapped in the golden dragon was revealed behind Hou Yuxiao, at this moment it seemed like a demon deity standing on Wanglong Mountain. The atmosphere within hundreds, even thousands of miles around Wanglong Mountain, whether it was Martial Cultivators or ordinary people, all felt its aura.

"Die, baldy!"

With the cultivation of a Sub-Saint of Martial Dao, Hou Yuxiao saw through the black-robed figure's disguise at a glance. The opponent was clearly a bald old monk, evidently a Broken Realm powerhouse from Leiyin Temple. With the slow rise of killing intent in his heart, he certainly didn't plan to hold back.

But just as the staff was only an inch away from the old monk's forehead...

"Monster, halt!"

A furious shout came from the sky. Hou Yuxiao recognized the identity of the newcomer. However, rather than turning around, his expression grew vicious, and he clenched his teeth, determined to finish his attack before the arrival of this person.

Yet, what he thought was far too simple.

A golden dragon suddenly flew from the sky, positioning itself in front of the black-robed man.

"Monster, I told you to halt! Great Majestic Dragon, Ten Thousand Buddhas Zen Staff!"

Hou Yuxiao knew it was Fahai who had arrived. The other party had directly revealed his identity, shouting it out loud in front of so many people. Though it fit his intentions for this trip, was it not a bit... too hasty?

His mind was racing with thoughts, but his hands didn't slow down. This was one of the strongest World-Honored Ones of the Chan Sect. Compared to his merit-boosted Sub-Saint cultivation, there was bound to be a gap against someone who had cultivated his power genuinely. He couldn't afford to be distracted.

Giving up on killing the black-robed powerhouse, Hou Yuxiao retracted the Canglong Staff, watching the vast Buddha Light in front of him as Fahai, holding the Zen Staff, transformed into a thousand-feet golden dragon roaring towards him. His Mind and Spirit immediately tightened, not daring to be the slightest bit careless. He positioned the long staff in front, releasing all the cultivation from the Martial Spirit Star Sea Sacred Core within the Ape Demon, preparing to withstand the incoming blow.

As a fellow Sub-Saint in the Martial Dao, the gap couldn't be too wide.

Taking this staff blow, there shouldn't be much of an issue!

Bang...

It was the moment the golden dragon collided with his left hand, the very instant it contacted Fahai's Zen Staff, that Hou Yuxiao realized just how naïve his thoughts had been.

The Buddha Light exploded, his Canglong Staff was sent flying, and the phantom of the Ape Demon behind him was dispersed by a full third, shrinking to under seven hundred feet.

"Thinking a little method to elevate your cultivation can compete with my Leiyin Temple. When I, the World-Honored One, amassed merits by slaying demons and eliminating monsters, your ancestors weren't even born, you little monster!"

This remark, like a heavy hammer, struck Hou Yuxiao's heart, leaving him, already weak from the assault, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning. Looking up at Fahai World Honored One, who was merely a couple of meters away, his face was filled with confusion and shock.

Fahai knew about his merit-boosted cultivation?

Moreover, he could also accumulate merits?

And what about the Divine Lotus?

The Divine Lotus, did he know about that too?

......

Several doubts flickered through Hou Yuxiao's mind, completely unaware that after Fahai World Honored One finished speaking, his gaze had already shifted towards his right hand.

His right hand was still clutching Zhao Qingxue tightly.

"Poor girl, your fate has decided this!"

A fierce glint flashed across the red mark on Fahai's brow, seemingly representing his intense killing intent at that moment. With his right hand still pressing down on Hou Yuxiao, his left hand swiftly turned into a palm and struck towards Zhao Qingxue, who was in Hou Yuxiao's arms.