My Disciples Are All Villains

Lu Zhou blocked Chang Yan's all-out attack with his bare hands.

Everything seemed to have frozen over at this moment.

Everyone's eyes were wide open. They did not dare to blink, afraid they would miss a moment of this grand standoff. Everyone was amazed that Old Villain Ji managed to block the attack. As it turned out, he was still standing above everyone, and his cultivation base did not deteriorate. Chang Yan who had taken the Primal Fiend Potion was defeated with just a single hand? Everyone shuddered when they saw this.

"Old villain Ji... y-you." Chang Yan's eyes widened. "Let's die together..."

"You're dreaming." Lu Zhou clenched his fist. A huge Capture hand seal shot out from his palm. It resembled a Buddha hand seal when it grew in size.

Boom!

Scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.

So what if Chang Yan was the Patriarch of the Duanlin Branch? So what if he had taken the Primal Fiend Potion? So what if his strength was at the peak of the Eight-leaf? All it took was one move from Lu Zhou to kill him.

Lu Zhou had made this move to save time. After all, he did not have to worry about his consumption of Primal Qi. He could use the most powerful versions of all his moves as he pleased.

The members of the seven great sects were stunned.

"This..."

"Why's Old Villain Ji so powerful?"

"No... Impossible!"

Even if one had everyone's support, could one remain unafraid when faced with such an elite? Even a stupid person would not stubbornly insist that Ji Tiandao was on his deathbed after witnessing this. The people from the seven great sects were frightened out of their wits. 'We should run!'

Lu Zhou moved swiftly.

The grand technique, Soul Chase.

Bam!

Lu Zhou's palm strike landed on the First Disciple of the Duanlin Branch who had turned around to flee.

Shao Jinhan died immediately, his body falling from the sky.

Lu Zhou did not waste time and cast another technique. Energy swords crashed down on his enemies like a tidal wave.

The Good Fortune Temple disciples who remained in the air were still chanting. Their fly-like voices were too insignificant to mention. They were soon overwhelmed and destroyed by the wave of energy swords and dropped from the sky.

"How... how's this possible?" Miao Yin, the Abbess of Good Fortune Temple, widened her eyes. Her straightened palm was shaking. When she looked up, she suddenly discovered that the old man, who was shining with a golden radiance, was already hovering before her. "Old... Old Villain Ji."

Lu Zhou struck with his palm. "Repent, and you'll be absolved of your crimes. I'll send you on your way on Buddha's behalf." He launched his Nine Cuts Hand Seals successively in the air. They formed a line and pierced Miao Yin's body.

Lu Zhou did not even look at her. He unleashed his grand technique and vanished.

Miao Yin felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair welling up in her heart. Her blood gushed out from the gaping hole on her chest. She tried to circulate her Primal Qi to staunch the bleeding, but she realized that her dantian's sea of Qi was already destroyed by that absolute force. She struggled to raise her arm to manually stop the bleeding, but she failed due to lack of strength. She looked up with a pitiable expression at the Evil Sky Pavilion.

At this moment, the Evil Sky Pavilion disciples jumped into the fray as though they had been injected with an energy booster.

Miao Yin could only watch. The energy swords that filled the skies no longer had anything to do with her. Her life was swiftly draining away, and it would end once she was emptied of Primal Qi. She turned her head at this moment and witnessed a scene that she would bring to her grave.

Whizz!

A powerful resonance of Primal Qi resounded across the battlefield.

Lu Zhou had summoned his avatar. A shining golden Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar towered above everything in the air. This avatar was too tall and too huge. It was 150 feet tall.

Miao Yin instinctively looked at the Golden Lotus under the avatar's feet. With the remnants of her life force and consciousness, she counted. 'One leaf, two leaves, three leaves... seven leaves, eight leaves... N-nine leaves?!'

Realization dawned on Miao Yin. Everything was clear now. She chuckled weakly. 'My death isn't a mistake. Amitabha'

Dust to dust, dirt to dirt.

A blast of energy exploded, and Miao Yin dissolved in the air and was scattered into the surroundings by the wind.

...

When the avatar appeared. It expanded, released Primal Qi, and it took up more space.

Several hundred cultivators were felled in just an instant.

Lu Zhou kept unleashing his grand technique, flitting among his enemies.

This was akin to a hyper-powered version of the Dao Invisibility. Leng Luo's heart raced just by watching this. He had thought his skill was second to none when he moved at top speed, leaving afterimages in his wake before killing Fang Wenxian. However, compared to Lu Zhou's avatar that occupied the entire foot of the mountain, he was nothing.

Screams of agony rang in the air.

With the disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion joining the battle, the Evil Sky Pavilion moved forward with a crushing momentum.

There was no resistance at all.

Hua Wudao muttered, "I think I understand now... The pavilion master must have done it on purpose. No wonder he could easily launch a Ten-script Six Compatible Seal... I feel better now."

Leng Luo looked at the huge avatar and chimed in, "Perhaps, joining the Evil Sky Pavilion is the best decision I've ever made in my life."

Zhu Honggong leaped out and laughed maniacally before he said, "Charge... my brethren, charge... I love this feeling of pushing others around by taking advantage of my position. Charge..."

Hua Wudao and Leng Luo were puzzled. They sighed. 'How did a brilliant person like the pavilion master produce such a third-rate disciple? Is he too used to being a gang leader?'

Meanwhile, Lu Zhou kept an eye on the remaining time of the Peak Trial Card as he unleashed his grand technique again.

"Run! Quick!"

The confidence and morale of the people from the seven great sects were completely crushed at this moment. Lu Zhou's great limit, their detailed preparations, and plans, all of them were futile before Lu Zhou's absolute strength.

"The Grand Formation! Retreat to the Grand Formation!"

The battle shifted into the forest.

Lu Zhou's Nine-leaf Golden Lotus was like a grass cutter as it sliced through the trees.

Jia Yuan, the Master of the Seven Stars Villa, fled like the wind. He activated his avatar and burned his sea of Qi as he ran away in a frenzy.

Boom!

Jia Yuan discovered his avatar had run into something. He looked up and saw a huge avatar blocking his path.

Lu Zhou was hovering inside the 150-foot avatar. "Too slow."

The avatar raised a hand before slapping it down.

"No!" Jia Yuan's avatar shattered like glass by the hand seal. His person was mashed into an unidentifiable flesh pulp on the ground.

Lu Zhou vanished with his avatar again.

The forest within 1,000 meters of the battle was destroyed overnight.

Nearly all of the disciples of the seven great sects were dead by now.

Niang Ling, the Hengqu Branch's Master, burned his sea of Qi and had been maintaining his Expansive Heavenly Energy for a long time now. At this moment, he had mentally broken down. He smacked his forehead repeatedly as he cried out, "We're dead! We're dead! Why? Why?" Rather than being tortured to death under the endless fear, he would rather end his own life.

"Trying to kill yourself? You'll have to go through me!"

Whizz!

The Primal Qi in the surroundings seemed to have frozen over.

When Ning Liang looked up, he saw a huge hand seal falling on him. He did not even see Lu Zhou before he was crushed by the hand seal. He was only a Seven-leaf cultivator. It was an extremely far cry from a Nine-leaf cultivator.

"Formation?" Lu Zhou's avatar swept through the Formation. The Formation veins had just been activated when they were destroyed by this huge avatar.

The remaining members of the seven great sects lost all their will to escape. Many low-ranking cultivators could not take it anymore. They were so frightened that they lay trembling on the ground.

The Formation was laughable. Could a low-rank Formation control a Nine-leaf cultivator?

Lu Zhou hovered in midair with his avatar. He observed the battlefield triumphantly. 'Who's next?'

When Lu Zhou shattered the Peak Trial Card, he did not intend to spare anyone. He looked around, trying to see if there was anyone he had missed. When he turned to look at the battle in the southeastern corner, he saw, amidst a tidal pool of power, a white figure was killing the cultivators from the seven great sects in a frenzy. 'Blue Waves Technique? Ye Tianxin?'