Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains-Chapter 687 - 308, wouldn’t be overestimating yourself like that, right?
Over two hundred breaths have passed, and the entire ferry point was now a scene of ruins and broken walls. Everywhere one looked, it was impossible to find a single intact facility amidst the bodies of the yellow-robed Huang Chan Army strewn on the ground. Although there were some bodies of soldiers from the three branches of the Hou Clan scattered amongst them, their number was exceedingly rare.
Just by comparing the number of fallen soldiers on both sides, one could discern the situation of the battle.
A total of over a hundred and twenty thousand had come ashore from Lei Yin Temple, comprising of a hundred thousand soldiers from the Huang Chan Army and over twenty thousand disciples and sect members.
Out of the hundred thousand Huang Chan Army soldiers, by now, seventy to eighty percent had perished.
Although the twenty or thirty thousand sect members had, on average, a higher cultivation than the Huang Chan Army, on this battlefield of thousands and legions, the utility of individual martial strength is inherently very limited. Moreover, most of these sect members were only in the Open Body Realm or the Gang Qi Realm; suppressed by the blood and vigor of the great army, their cultivation could not be fully utilized, and they had no choice but to engage in physical combat.
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Competing in physical strength with ten thousand soldiers made their usual martial arts techniques and movements almost entirely ineffective. In the end, they could only become fish on the chopping board, trampled under the thundering charge of war horses and ruthlessly slaughtered by the fervently spirited soldiers of the three branches of the Hexi family.
Over twenty thousand sect members died even more, with at least ninety percent perishing. The few hundred who remained were Grandmasters or those within the Three Realms of Gang Qi; together with the remaining twenty thousand plus Huang Chan Army, they huddled together, desperately defending the boarding planks that connected the ferry point to the warships—their only hope.
More soldiers were continuously disembarking from the warships, following the boarding planks down. These soldiers were clad in bright yellow armor, with the lowest among them possessing the Ten Layers of Open Body cultivation; their spirit and vigor were also far stronger than those of the Huang Chan Army. These were the Earthshade Monastic Soldiers, the elite of Lei Yin Temple's heavenly army that Hou Yuxiao had previously encountered in Guangling Prefecture City.
"Follow me in holding the ferry point, wait until all the elite have come ashore, then I vow to slaughter every mongrel from these three families to extinction, aaahhhh!"
Master Wuyu's eyes bulged with fury, his voice thundering. A casual sweep of his left hand created gusts that upended dozens or even a hundred soldiers, and with the golden Zen staff in his right hand, he smashed out golden rays hundreds of meters long. Each strike could slay more than a dozen soldiers. Even though his strength in the Yin Yang Holy Realm was being suppressed by the vigorous Qi, he still managed to hold his ground alone, exemplifying the prowess of one man holding the pass against ten thousand enemies.
Master Wunian was the same, standing to one side with him while the forty to fifty thousand people behind them continued to hold the ferry point.
Though the army of the three branches of the Hou Clan kept advancing like a tsunami, they were firmly blocked in front of the boarding plank leading to the ferry point. Even if a few broke through the defense line, they could only cause a small number of casualties before being quickly slain or pushed back out. For a moment, the situation became deadlocked.
Such a deadlock was undoubtedly what Lei Yin Temple was pleased to see. The elite Earthshade Monastic Soldiers were still landing continuously. As long as they could drag out the time long enough, there was no need to wait for them all to come ashore; even if just fifty to sixty thousand disembarked, coupled with the more than forty thousand people onshore, holding the line against the armies of the three families was not a concern.
As long as they held the line, the army from the four ships behind them could land successfully, and then it would be time for revenge!
"Five Tigers of the Hou Clan, today this poor monk has indeed witnessed your might, slaughtering tens of thousands of my fellow disciples. If I don't send your entire Hou Clan to the Western Paradise, how could Lei Yin Temple continue to lead the Chan Sect, and how could I, Wufa, be worthy of being the Deputy Abbot of Lei Yin Temple?"
Perhaps still wanting to maintain some semblance of a Chan Sect high monk's dignity, Wufa's voice was extremely subdued, yet his eyes bore an unconcealable hatred and murderous intent toward Hou Yuxiao. His somber expression made his weathered and kind face turn ferocious, revealing that his hatred toward Hou Yuxiao, the Hou Clan, and indeed all three family members from Hexi had reached its zenith.
The disciples of Lei Yin Temple were not blown in by the wind. They had been driven out of Jizhou by Qinjian Villa and had brought with them the elite and promising disciples of the temple. But before they could even secure a foothold in the south, no, before they had barely set foot on land, the Hou Clan had slaughtered a good portion of them, and seventy to eighty thousand soldiers of the Huang Chan Army had been killed. Such colossal losses were akin to a dagger to the heart for him as the Deputy Abbot.
He had foreseen various hardships in coming to the south, including the four Holy Lands, the Rakshasa Holy Sect, and even the Great Jin Dynasty, but he never imagined that the seemingly insignificant Hexi region and these three first-class powers would factor into his plans from the very beginning to the end.
A mere three first-class powers caused such a massive setback for Lei Yin Temple!
Wufa had even predicted that once news of today's events spread, the entire Lei Yin Temple would become the laughingstock of the world, and he, responsible for this expedition as the Deputy Abbot, would be forever nailed to the Chan Sect's pillar of shame.
Most crucially, he found himself completely powerless against Hou Yuxiao, the mastermind behind it all. He could not overcome him despite his peak Xuanyin Realm power. This essentially meant that the only path to wash away his shame was now closed to him, and he seethed with frustration.
And yet, to make matters worse, Hou Yuxiao, unconcerned with the stir he was causing, continued to mock and ridicule.
"Do you truly believe that your two disciples of the Yinyang Boundary, leading forty to fifty thousand worthless shrimps, can withstand my thirty-plus-thousand-strong army?"
Upon hearing this, Wufa's first instinct was anger, but then he suddenly realized something, turning his head to look towards the battlefield below, his expression freezing, a trace of panic flashing across his face.
Although the grand army of the three families lacked Grandmasters, it was not short of warriors in the Gang Qi Realm. Yet those currently entangled with Lei Yin Temple's forces defending the ferry point were merely some common martial artists of the Open Body Realm from the three families, and they were even intentionally rotating to reduce casualties.
