Family Cultivation: Rise of the Wilderness

Chapter 279 Fierce Battle

"This protector of the Mang Sect is truly formidable."

Bai Shuo watched for a while and couldn't help but say something.

He was exceptionally talented and had excellent comprehension, so he faced almost no bottlenecks in cultivating magic.

But for someone like the Faceless Man to cast a spell so casually, three or five spells in just a few breaths, is simply astonishing.

Li Xiangming chimed in from the side, his expression grave: "These are all minor spells that don't consume much mana, but this person's mastery of these minor spells is superb. He often manages to win unexpected victories in battles. I've seen it won't be long before Ouyang He can't hold on any longer."

No wonder even Li Xiangren said that the Faceless Man was a genius of magic. Having seen it with his own eyes, Li Xiangming was also full of admiration.

The two sides fought for a while longer, just as Li Xiangming had predicted.

Ouyang He gradually became exhausted and lost his initial ferocity.

After a few more rounds, Ouyang He was careless and was slapped to the ground by the Faceless Man.

As a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, Ouyang He possessed profound magical power, unlike the weak Qi Refining cultivators. Even after taking a hit, he was able to effectively use his magical power shield to block most of the damage.

Nevertheless, Ouyang He still felt utterly humiliated.

The name of the Mang Cult was renowned, and he had also heard of the Faceless Man.

But he never imagined he would lose.

And there was absolutely nothing they could do about losing.

"Seventh Uncle!"

Upon seeing Ouyang He fall to the ground, Ouyang Zhen was greatly surprised and hurriedly went forward to help him up.

However, before he could take a few steps, a man with a bluish-purple face suddenly cut in front of him.

"How dare this sorcerer obstruct me?"

A fierce glint flashed in Ouyang Zhen's eyes as he drew his sword and aimed straight for Yin Guangyang's head.

Yin Guangyang seemed panicked and stretched out his arms to protect his face.

The sword flashed, followed by a clang.

Yin Guangyang lowered his arm, and surprisingly, he was unharmed.

"How can this be?"

Ouyang Zhen seemed to have seen a ghost, and retreated repeatedly.

The sword in his hand was a top-grade magical artifact, capable of cutting through iron like mud on ordinary days. Once he used his magic power, even if the opponent was fully armed, he could often behead them with a single strike.

But now, they can't even cut off a pair of fleshy arms.

Yin Guangyang grinned, and seeing Ouyang Zhen retreating, he immediately formed a hand seal, and white smoke rose from his body.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, four zombies of different appearances were swaying around him, among which a bald bronze zombie was the most conspicuous.

"This guy is even more powerful than before."

Li Xiangming, who was secretly watching the battle, felt a chill run down his spine.

Among Madam Zhen's group, Blind Luo was originally the most skilled fighter.

Although Ghost King Qi was a ghost cultivator, his cultivation was slightly inferior, and it is said that he later died due to the schemes of the White Dew Sect.

Yin Guangyang, who has now filled his position, is even more capable.

Caught between four zombies, Ouyang Zhen was in dire straits.

No one knows what materials Yin Guangyang used on the zombies, but when Ouyang Zhen's sword energy struck them, it was like a tickle.

"Zhen'er!"

Seeing Ouyang Zhen in danger, Ouyang He had no choice but to stop his meditation and prepare to take action.

But at that moment, the faceless man gently floated down in front of him, clearly intending to kill him.

Ouyang He roared, "Faceless man, do you Mang Sect really want to be enemies with our Ouyang family?"

"How does the Ouyang family compare to the Hengyue Sect?"

Madam Zhen swayed her slender waist and asked with a smile.

The Mang Sect dared to offend even the Hengyue Sect and slaughtered their affiliated forces, so why would they be afraid of the Ouyang family?

Ouyang He's face turned ashen; he was both angry and annoyed.

Fortunately, besides him, Ouyang Zhen had other helpers.

Seeing that he was no match for him, Uncle Huang, Xu Chuan and others rushed forward.

Without the other zombies distracting him, Ouyang Zhen performed much better when dealing with the bald bronze corpse on his own.

He frequently used water-based spells, combined with his swordsmanship. Although he couldn't harm the bronze corpse, he handled it with ease, and even repeatedly sought opportunities to capture the leader first and kill Yin Guangyang.

Having learned his lesson, Ouyang Zhen became wiser. He noticed that Yin Guangyang's limbs, like those of the zombies, were made of a special material.

Therefore, he specifically targets the opponent's eyes, chest, and groin.

These places were indeed weak points. Yin Guangyang was startled and kept dodging, and the situation was turning around.

"As expected of the young master of the Ouyang family."

Pei Si nodded, clearly praising him.

Li Xiangming knew, however, that the Ouyang family was doomed to lose.

Yin Guangyang alone was enough to keep Ouyang Zhen and his gang in check.

Keep in mind, Blind Luo hasn't even made a move yet.

Furthermore, Madam Zhen's puppet, Fu An, is a legendary sorcerer.

While they might not be able to fight face-to-face, by cooperating with Yin Guangyang from the rear, they could wipe out Ouyang Zhen's group at any time.

Unless Ouyang Zhen can call on the other plumbers present to help.

But these people stood by and watched, none of them willing to help the Ouyang family.

The scene of the white-haired old woman and the old man being driven to their deaths is still vivid in my mind.

To everyone, both the Mang Cult and the Ouyang family were detestable entities.

Seeing that Yin Guangyang was struggling, Madam Zhen stopped making things difficult for him and clapped her hands.

Fu An stepped forward and chanted an incantation.

Soon, Ouyang Zhen and his men, who were still fighting, seemed to have been drugged and were on the verge of collapse.

"What a vicious trick!"

Li Xiangming watched with trepidation.

Although he knew Fu An was a curse cultivator, he had only heard about it from Geng Shiheng and had never seen it with his own eyes. Now, seeing him in action, he realized how terrifying he truly was.

In a battle of magic, who could withstand such interference?
In just a few breaths, Ouyang Zhen and his companions found themselves in grave danger.

The old man, known as Uncle Huang, was the most vulnerable and was the first to be injured.

In this moment of crisis, Ouyang He held nothing back, summoning an ancient bronze bell and striking it with a magnificent and melodious sound.

As the bell rang, Fu An was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground.

Meanwhile, everyone else felt that time had slowed down.

Do not!
It's not that time has slowed down, but rather that the soul has been shaken, and thinking has slowed down!

The faceless man, who was in the center of the bell, was most affected, crouching on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"go to hell!"

A murderous glint flashed in Ouyang He's eyes, and his magical power surged as he struck the faceless man's crown with a palm.

With his other hand slightly raised, the longsword left the bowstring and flew towards Madam Zhen.

He actually intended to seize this opportunity to eradicate the two major protectors of the Mang Sect in one fell swoop.

"What a powerful magic weapon!"

Li Xiangming's eyes widened in horror. This bronze bell possessed a soul attack capability, and its attack range and impact were far beyond those of ordinary magical artifacts.

Based on his experience, it must be at least a top-grade magical artifact.

Even a magical artifact!
Is this the foundation of the Ouyang family?

Li Xiangming swallowed hard. At this moment, Pei Si and Bai Shuo beside him could not withstand the sound of the bell and had already collapsed to the ground.

Only he, who carried the Dust-Free Pearl and the Pure Thought Silver Hoop, was able to persevere.

Just then, a five-clawed golden dragon appeared out of nowhere.

"It's Blind Luo!"

Li Xiangming hurriedly looked over and saw golden light radiating everywhere. Blind Luo was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, waving his arms. Golden dragons connected head to tail, forming an indestructible shield in front of Madam Zhen.

Swords rang out and dragons roared; magical explosions resounded!
Blood trickled from the corner of Luo the Blind Man's mouth as he flew backward.

The five-clawed golden dragon also turned into specks of starlight and disappeared.

But at the same time, Ouyang He's flying sword also fell to the ground.

"How could this be?"

Ouyang He's face was filled with disbelief.

His angry attack, which even early Foundation Establishment cultivators would be wary of, was actually neutralized by a Qi Refining cultivator using magic.

Not only that, but before the five-clawed golden dragon dissipated, the opponent also devoured the divine consciousness he had attached to the flying sword.

Simply unheard of.

Ouyang He was shocked and was about to make a move.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly looked at the faceless man.

At this moment, the faceless man was struck on the head with a palm, and blood was flowing from his seven orifices.

But where the blood flowed, the faceless man's human skin hood slowly revealed his facial features.

Especially the eyes, where the eyelashes are now clearly visible.

As his eyelashes fluttered, the faceless man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot.

"not good!"

A strong sense of crisis washed over him, and Ouyang He quickly retreated.

But at this moment, the faceless man seemed to regain his mobility and vanished in an instant.

When they reappeared, they were already behind Ouyang He.

"Go away!"

A hint of panic flashed across Ouyang He's face. With his sword gone, he summoned the bronze bell and summoned three beads—black, white, and red—in an attempt to stop the faceless man from rushing towards him.

Unexpectedly, the faceless man completely disregarded defense. Even after being smashed by the three-colored beads and bleeding profusely, he still quickly approached and grabbed Ouyang He's shoulder.

How could Ouyang He dare to sit idly by and wait for his death?
He mobilized all his magical power and struggled desperately, but to no avail.

The faceless man's fingers were like steel bars, firmly fixed to his body.

"eat you!"

The faceless man was breathing heavily, a strange smile playing on his lips.

As soon as he finished speaking, the faceless man suddenly ripped off one of Ouyang He's arms, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to gnaw on it.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Ouyang He cried out in pain, but he was still unable to break free. He could only watch helplessly as the faceless man devoured his flesh piece by piece.

"He's insane! He's a madman!"

Ouyang He finally showed fear. He was a Foundation Establishment cultivator and a member of the Ouyang family with a bright future. How could he risk his life with a madman who was neither human nor ghost?

He bit his tongue, and a mouthful of blood gushed out along with his magical power. This was a secret technique unique to the Ouyang family, a forbidden blood curse.

As a secret technique, the Blood Curse Forbidden Technique has its own extraordinary aspects. When the Faceless Man was stained with blood, his magical power suddenly went out.

Without the support of magic, Ouyang He in his hand instantly broke free of his restraints and flew above the bronze bell.

The bell tolling had become barely audible, and the group of water cultivators and demonic practitioners present were gradually waking up.

Ouyang He glanced at Ouyang Zhen, who was still surrounded by zombies, gritted his teeth, and said, "My good nephew, I'm sorry you've suffered. Your seventh uncle will definitely avenge you in the future. My Ouyang family and the Mang Cult are irreconcilable enemies!"
With a thought to himself, Ouyang He put away the bronze bell, transformed into a beam of light, and disappeared from the spot.

"Want to run?"

The faceless man, his eyes bloodshot, threw away the arm that had turned to bone and transformed into a streak of light to give chase.

After the two disappeared, Madam Zhen realized that she had been attacked.

"That old devil Ouyang actually had such a treasure, it's a pity he got away with it."

Madam Zhen patted her full breasts, feeling a lingering fear in her heart.

The Faceless Man was extremely powerful, even the cult leader praised him highly, so she never imagined that Ouyang He could be so fierce in front of the Faceless Man.

Unexpectedly, this person possessed a powerful treasure, which caught the Mang Sect off guard and almost reversed the situation.

If it weren't for Blind Luo's timely intervention, she would probably have perished.

"Guardian Zhen, the Dharma Protector's illness has flared up. What should we do now?"

(End of this chapter)