My Disciples Are All Villains

The sharp blades that were irregularly shaped shot toward Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou placed his right hand on the table.

Bam!

With his hand in the center, Primal Qi rippled into the surroundings.

The sharp blades reverted into wine that spilled on the ground.

Lu Zhou's protective energy prevented him from being drenched in wine.

The wine fell like a drizzle of rain.

That was another move. The result was clear.

Gong Yuandu's eyelids twitched. This was the sword path that he had painstakingly studied and cultivated throughout the years in the Mausoleum of Swords. He had mastered converting anything into swords. He did not expect his technique to be so easily dealt with by Lu Zhou.

The others who were watching this battle could no longer understand what was happening. At most, they could only condense Qi into energy. How was it possible to turn wine into blades? Wine was not water that could be frozen into sharp icicles.

Leng Luo said, "The energy forms a vacuum that wraps around the wine. This requires the cultivator to be highly skilled in turning Primal Qi into energy."

"I see." Hua Wudao cupped his fists.

When cultivators attacked their opponents with heaven-grade weapons, they would wrap themselves or their weapons in energy to grant themselves a powerful force. Water did not possess sufficient toughness, hence, it could not do much damage. This was also why no cultivator would spend time practicing such a thing.

Everyone did not expect Gong Yuandu to be able to do it so easily. What was even more surprising was Lu Zhou had effortlessly dealt with it!

"The third move..." Gong Yuandu retreated several steps as he spread his arms wide open. Several energy blades instantly appeared around him.

When she saw this, Little Yuan'er pouted and said, "Didn't you say that a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator can only maintain two energy blades? That's cheating!"

Gong Yuandu did not even deign to look at her. He only said, "Little girl, who said these aren't two energy blades?"

"Hm?"

The energy blades spun around Gong Yuandu.

Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered the energy blades were as thin as one's fingers. Moreover, they seemed to be shrinking in size. One would multiply into two, two into four... The size would shrink as their number increased.

Leng Luo shook his head. "I'm still of the opinion that quality is more important than quantity. It's meaningless even if it's flashy."

Gong Yuandu did not agree with Leng Luo. "Numbers can form a Formation!"

Countless energy blades, now as thin as golden needles, formed a Sword Formation.

"You can do that?" The others were speechless. This had exceeded their understanding of the Mystic Enlightening realm. Technically, this was not a Sword Formation that a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator could unleash. After all, Gong Yuandu's understanding, knowledge, experience, and control were near perfection.

"This Sword Formation is inspired by the Seven Terminal Formation in the Mausoleum of Swords that I've studied for many years," Gong Yuandu said proudly, "I wonder if you can break this Formation, Brother Ji?"

'Seven Terminal Formation?' The others were rendered speechless by Gong Yuandu's shamelessness. He had been studying the Seven Terminal Formation for such a long time in the Mausoleum of Swords, and yet, he was asking Lu Zhou to break it on such short notice... Was this how sparring usually went? Should it not be more honest?

Hua Wudao's wizened flushed pink. He saw himself in Gong Yuandu. Back then, he had studied his tortoise method for 20 years and had asked the pavilion master to break it on a short notice as well. In hindsight, he found himself foolish and naive. He shook his head. How could the great sword elite of the northern capital make the same mistake?

The energy blades stabbed into the ground and formed seven stars. The densely packed spot shone with a faint golden light.

If it had been used against a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator, a simple stomp of the foot would be enough to shatter this Sword Formation. The problem was it would be difficult for a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator to break this Formation.

Leng Luo shook his head at this sight.

Pan Litian said, "It's true that quality is important, but when both quality and quantity are accounted for... it would be extremely terrifying. What do you think, Old Leng?"

Leng Luo was taken aback. 'This old geezer... He just can't spend a single day without looking for a fight...'

Meanwhile, Lu Zhou remained unmoved. He raised the wine cup in his right hand and took a sip. He moved his left hand and gently pushed it forward. With the table following suit, he moved back half a meter, out of the Sword Formation's range. After that, he indifferently offered his appraisal. "What a weak Sword Formation."

"Hm?"

"I'm not inside the Formation, but I can attack you at any time." Lu Zhou flipped his palm so it faced upward. Two energy blades appeared out of thin air. They looked extremely eye-catching.

"..." Gong Yuandu staggered backward. He felt a lump in his throat. He had difficulty dealing with such a sudden and merciless verbal attack. He had studied the Seven Terminal Sword Formation for such a long time. The thoughts, intricacies, and theories were all complete. He even managed to replicate it to an extent. However, he had overlooked a simple weakness; he could not force his opponent to stay in the range of the Formation. All his research had been based on the assumption that his opponent would be within the Formation's range. Regardless of how wonderful the Sword Formation was, it was useless and meaningless if the opponent was not in its range.

Upon seeing Gong Yuandu's reaction, the others sighed and shook their heads. There were no lack of fanatical geniuses who went to great lengths to do their research. Regardless of how solid their theory was, it would be all for naught if the cultivator did not have practical experience to back it up.

Gong Yuandu reached out with his right hand.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind appeared and the miniature Seven Terminal Sword Formation dispersed with the wind.

Gong Yuandu closed his eyes and remained silent.

The others found this strange. They wondered what Gong Yuandu was going to do next...

Lu Zhou placed the wine cup on the table and slowly rose to his feet with his hands on his back. "Let go of your obsession. Your limit is still some time away... Although I'm older than you, I'm not afraid of the life limit at all. I can give you another chance."

"A chance?" Gong Yuandu opened his eyes. A hint of red streaked across the white of his eyes.

Lu Zhou calmly said, "I can guarantee that you'll survive your final century..." Naturally, he had no confidence when it came to overcoming the great life limit. No one in the cultivation world was capable of that.

During Lu Zhou's time cultivating in seclusion, many problems appeared in his mind that needed to be dealt with urgently. One of them was regarding the great limit.

"There's no need for that." Gong Yuandu's reply surprised everyone else. At this moment, the Primal Qi on his body surged. It was no longer on the level of the Mystic Enlightening realm. It kept rising to the Sense Condensing realm, the Brahman Sea realm, the Divine Court realm until it reached the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm!

"My final move..." Gong Yuandu looked at Lu Zhou. "Kindly show me your guidance." His stance clearly showed that the final move would no longer be in the Mystic Enlightening realm and that he would use all his strength. He was willing to put his life on the line.

Whizz!

A towering avatar that was so tall that the top could not be seen appeared. Countless energy blades flew around the avatar in densely packed Formations. For a time, it seemed like the entire Evil Sky Pavilion was filled with energy blades...

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked up before they shook their heads.

Meanwhile, Hua Wudao unleashed his Six Compatible Seal and shielded everyone.

Lu Zhou was the only one who remained outside the Six Compatible Seal. He stood with his hands on his back.

At this moment, Gong Yuandu stomped on the limestone floor! He shot toward the head of the avatar, and the avatar began to gather energy! At the same time, he placed his palm on top of the other palm.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Energy blades kept gathering around Gong Yuandu. It seemed like he had revealed his trump card with this skill. There were irregularly shaped energy blades, a Sword Formation, and countless ordinary energy blades. He was accumulating all his strength.

Nobody expected Gong Yuandu to suddenly attack with all his might.

'Is he trying to kill?'

However, it was just as Duan Ling Tian had said earlier, there was no absolute fairness in the cultivation world.

The thousands upon thousands of energy blades crashed down like a mountain under Gong Yuandu and his avatar's control.

It was as though all the Primal Qi on Golden Court Mountain had been gathered by the huge avatar.

The birds of the forest took flight. The air within a kilometer of the area roiled in turbulence, and the clouds began to roll.

As soon as the energy blades had gathered enough energy, they shot toward Lu Zhou.

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

Just when the energy blades were about to strike Lu Zhou's forehead, he said tonelessly, "Scram."