My Disciples Are All Villains

With a Dao-transforming Divine Court realm cultivation base, none of the Nascent Divinity realm elites would have taken him seriously in the past. There was a saying in the cultivation world; 'those below the Nascent Divinity realm were maggots'. Cultivators who had not entered the Nascent Divinity realm were destined to be minor characters. In any case, regardless of cultivations, since time immemorial, the strong had always looked down on the weak. For example, those in the Divine Court realm looked down on those in the Brahman Sea realm, those in the Nascent Divinity realm looked down on those in the Divine Court realm, and Five-leaf elites looked down on Four-leaf elites…

However, on this day, everyone from the Evil Sky Pavilion and the seven great sects did not dare to underestimate Old Villain Ji who was only in the Divine Court realm. Many elites had tried to probe his cultivation base to find out if his cultivation base had deteriorated. They arrived at the conclusion that he was in the Divine Court realm.

At this moment, Lu Zhou looked at the cultivators who were swarming toward him apathetically. The Blue Lotus under his feet and its shadow grew bigger and bigger. Then, the Blue Lotus blossomed. Its power spilled into the surroundings like a tidal wave.

To gain the power to silence everything, to maintain and manifest samadhi. Like light and shadow, permeating everywhere while staying still in samadhi.

When the Blue Lotus blossomed, the cultivators who were flying toward Lu Zhou were sent flying back.

The members of the Evil Sky Pavilion widened their eyes in shock when they witnessed this scene. No matter how many times they watched Lu Zhou make a move, he never failed to broaden their horizons.

Hua Wudao, Duanmu Sheng, Zhao Yue, and Little Yuan'er found this scene rather. Previously, when Lu Zhou was cultivating in seclusion in the hidden chamber, they had attempted to break into the chamber. What they had seen then was rather similar to what they were seeing now. The only difference was the area of coverage and the power were much greater than before.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The disciples from the seven great sects who were sent flying back spat out mouthfuls of blood.

The tidal wave of power swept over the seven flying chariots as well, causing them to shake violently before they crashed to the ground.

At this moment, the members of the Evil Sky Pavilion realized that the power did not discriminate between friend and foe.

Leng Luo, who was the most experienced among the lot, cried out, "Fall back!"

The members of the Evil Sky Pavilion retreated to a safe place in the air and continued to watch the battle.

"What technique is this?" Hua Wudao mumbled.

"I don't know," Leng Luo replied.

"I don't know as well…" Zhu Honggong replied as well, "Ow… Little Junior Sister, what did you pinch me?"

Little Yuan'er pinched her own cheeks and said, "Oh, it's not a dream."

"…"

At this moment, Lu Zhou had exhausted his Heavenly Writing's extraordinary power. The notifications of merit points kept ringing in his ears.

One Divine Court realm cultivator was only worth 10 merit points. He felt it was too low. There was no reward for killing cultivators in the Body Tempering realm and below.

There were too many of them. Nearly 70% of the cultivators from the seven great sects, including a few Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm elders, were taken down by the Heavenly Writing power. Nearly half these numbers were dead.

Lu Zhou maintained flight in the air and looked down at the other from his high vantage point. He shook his head. He was quite dissatisfied with the Heavenly Writing power because he only killed roughly 30% of those people. There was nothing he could. After all, his attack only contained 10% of his extraordinary power. With that amount of power, it would be difficult for him to kill a slightly powerful Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator, let alone extraordinary Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivators. In any case, although the attack was too weak for his liking, he managed to put on a great show and looked imposing. Well, as long as he looked good, the other matters were insignificant.

At this moment, the surviving cultivators were retreating.

The nine elders of the Yun Sect were among those who were retreating. They were in great pain.

Meanwhile, Ning Liang, the Master of the Hengqu Branch Master, Feng Qinghe, the Master of the Zhencang Branch, Jia Yuan, the Master of Seven Stars Villa, Miao Yin, the Abbess of Good Fortune Temple, and Shao Jinhan, the First Disciple of Duanlin Branch, maintained flight at a low altitude. Their hands were pressed against their chests as they looked at Lu Zhou in shock. He was too powerful! Five of them clenched their fists and gulped. Without the protection of their flying chariots, they were in a disadvantageous position.

Feng Qinghe gulped. He looked at Lu Zhou who was looking down at them, unable to put his feelings into words. In truth, he did not expect Lu Zhou's earlier attack to do so much damage. He mustered up his courage as he took a deep breath. Now was not the time to nurse his injured ego. He tried to boost the others' morale. "Stay calm… That must've been his original wide-area seal technique. The Celestial Masters Sect and Zhencang Branch's seal eruption talismans can also do it!"

Although the five sect masters of the five sects survived and had yet to summon their avatars, their blood essence was roiling in their bodies due to the attack. They nearly spat out mouthfuls of blood themselves. At this moment, all five of them were trying to stabilize their breaths with their Primal Qi.

The Duanlin Branch's First Disciple, Shao Jinhan, said, "Senior Feng, do you think we'll succeed?"

Feng QInghe glanced at him and said, "Believe me. In any case, we have no other way out… Pan Litian was powerful, but he was still taken down by our Zhencang Branch."

The others exchanged a glance and nodded, coming to a tacit agreement to become heroes standing atop the bones of their comrades.

Miao Yin, the Abbess of Good Fortune Temple, said, "Just as well… Who should descend to the depths of hell if not I? Disciples, heed my call."

Miao Yin's disciples standing on the ground rose into the air immediately.

Feng Qinghe gave her a thumbs-up and said in a clear voice, "Listen up, everyone! Old Villain Ji won't be able to last for long. This is his dying burst of power. Don't be afraid!" All he needed to do was make sure the disciples from the seven sects remained in position. Whether his claim was true or not was unimportant.

Lu Zhou hovered in the air, trying to think of his next move. 'I only have two Deadly Strike Cards left… Fortunately, I have one Peak Card. Are the elites ever going to come out of their hiding places?' He did not use his Peak Card because the group of elites in hiding would immediately run away after seeing the Peak Card. He would not be able to track them down afterward.

The disciples of the seven great sects were baffled when they saw Ji Tiandao seemingly lost in thought while he hovered in the air. They had no idea what was going through his mind.

At this moment, the disciples of Good Fortune Temple were in their positions. Dozens of nuns straightened their palms by their lips. Their voices droned on and on as they chanted.

Lu Zhou shook his head. "How futile!"

All skills were futile in the face of extreme power.

He flipped his right palm. An item card materialized in his hand; Ji Tiandao's Peak Trial Card.

At this moment, there was a sudden flash of movement in the southeastern corner of the forest. A figure joined his palms and held a talisman between them. Then, he sailed through the air like a fired arrow. "Old Villain Ji! Don't you dare lay your hands on my disciples!"

The Duanlin Branch disciples exclaimed in shock. "Patriarch!"

Feng Qinghe was overjoyed. "Well done, Duanlin Branch's Patriarch… You finally made a move!"

Chang Yan's face was flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was a man who was nearing his great limit, but his appearance seemed abnormal. It was clear he had taken the Primal Fiend Potion. With the boost from the potion, he was now at the peak of his cultivation base.

Everyone watched as Chang Yan attacked. In their opinion, Lu Zhou would be heavily injured, if not die.

Bam!

The disciples of the seven great sects looked on expectantly.

Swoosh!

A cone-shaped energy field appeared before Chang Yan's palms as he flew straight toward Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou paused as he looked at Chang Yan for a moment. Then, he shook his head and said, "Very well." He shattered the Peak Trial Card in his wizened hand.

The instant the Peak Card shattered, a spot of starlight shot out of his palm and swirled around his body. His weak Divine Court realm dantian's sea of Qi was instantly filled to the brim. Even his Extraordinary Eight Meridians were bursting with power. He knew the elites in hiding would not recklessly show themselves. In the end, he decided to use the Peak Card to clear the people before him. The appearance of Chang Yan, the Patriarch of the Duanlin Branch, was a welcomed surprise. Ji Tiandao's power at his peak returned to Lu Zhou. In fact, his power seemed to have surpassed that of Ji Tiandao at this moment. "You want to die? I'll grant you your wish."

Lu Zhou's expression remained calm as he raised his right hand that shone with a golden light in Chang Yan's direction.

Bam!