My Disciples Are All Villains

The 100 sword cultivators were initially passing by with a mission to complete. Tiangou's size and cries had attracted their attention. Hence, they came with their swords in hands.

The 100 sword cultivators saw the pair of huge wings diving down while they were several miles away. Since people were battling nearby, they hoped to reap benefits from the battle as a third party. Their objective was to claim Tiangou as their own. However, when they were about one mile away from the spot, they saw Tiangou being struck by a huge palm seal. They stopped to observe the battle and saw an old man behind Tiangou.

The old man's white hair danced as he stood in the wind. His eyes were sharp. He wore Daoist robes. His aura alone was sufficient to strike fearful respect in them.

Three feet of ice was not formed in a single day. An old man with this aura would not be a weakling.

However, when they were about to continue flying, an avatar rose from the ground.

It was 150-foot tall and 40-foot wide. Nine leaves spun around its Golden Lotus.

The 100 sword cultivators were stunned, riveted to their spots motionlessly!

At the same time, they heard the voice of the old man. "Take down the Other Tribesmen."

The show of nine leaves, naturally, intimidated everyone! They would obey him, regardless if he was friend or foe! They immediately dismissed their thoughts of catching Tiangou!

They looked in the direction Lu Zhou pointed and saw several cultivators fleeing from the area Tiangou had fallen.

Time waited for no man. The leading elder no longer admired the Nine-leaf Golden Lotus. He averted his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Take down the Other Tribesmen!"

"Take down the Other Tribesmen!"

Who would dare disobey the order of a Nine-leaf cultivator?

They put all distracting thoughts on hold for now.

The 100 sword cultivators swarmed toward their targets as they gave chase on their swords at top speed.

With a Nine-leaf cultivator asking for their help, they became excited and wanted to do their very best. They had never felt this way before. The sword cultivators enthusiastically chased after the Other Tribesmen. They conjured up several energy swords each as they advanced in a sweeping manner.

Trees fell and the collisions of energy swords filled the air. They moved like swimming schools of fish.

Lanni Bonar felt as though his eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets as he was being carried. He urged his people, a hint of desperation could be heard in his voice. "Run! Faster!"

The Evil Sky Pavilion's master was truly at the Nine-leaf stage. It was not a farce. Why did he not launch an attack when he was at the Evil Sky Pavilion back then? Was he being toyed with? He suddenly remembered that cats liked to play with mice, pawing at the mice before killing them. The mice would not be able to escape even if they were given wings. A deep sense of helplessness and despair rose in his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. At this moment, his comrades, who were carrying him, suddenly stopped moving.

Lanni frowned and asked, "Why are you stopping?

'F*ck you! What do you think?' His comrades cursed at him internally.

The person carrying him tensed his arms and tossed Lanni away. He drew an arc in the air before he fell with a thud on the ground.

The comrade looked to the left and right. Then, he turned around and looked up at the Nine-leaf avatar. Ten seconds was just right. It was not long nor short. He saw the avatar, and his breathing was ragged as he cursed, "D*mn you for dragging me into this!"

Lanni was suffering from heavy internal injuries from two strikes of Abandon Wisdom. He only survived because Tiangou took most of the brunt for him. Fated Bond had practically channeled all of the damage onto Tiangou. Even so, he was on the verge of death. He could hardly withstand the fall. He had no way of voicing out his pain at all. 'I had no f*cking way of knowing that he was a real Nine-leaf cultivator as well!' The coffin left by his ancestors had clearly proved that the pavilion master was not a Nine-leaf elite. How did this happen?

At this moment, the 100 sword cultivators searched the area on their swords.

"Elder! This way!"

"Target spotted!"

"Capture them alive if you can."

"Understood!"

Lanni's comrades could not care about anything else at this moment. They gritted their teeth and pointed at Lanni who was lying on the ground as they said accusatorily, "You've brought this upon yourself!" Then, they turned around to flee.

Several sword cultivators landed among the trees. They carried Lanni between them and flew back.

The other sword cultivators continued to give chase.

100 sword cultivators pursued them.

Wails could be heard every now and then.

The scene of one party bullying another with numbers seemed dull but interesting as well.

Lu Zhou watched the proceedings in the air. He stroked his beard with one hand and placed the other hand on his back. 'The Nine-leaf stage sure is convenient.'

The timing was just right. If the 100 sword cultivators did not pass by at this moment, he would have to use six Deadly Strike Cards to kill all the Other Tribesmen. Now, it seemed like he could save his cards.

After what seemed like hours, the 100 sword cultivators returned on their swords.

Two of them were carrying a dejected and lethargic Lanni between them. They arranged themselves in a square formation and tidied up their ranks.

When the leading elder saw that they were neatly arranged, he lifted his robes slightly as he rose into the air and saluted Lu Zhou. "Greetings, old senior… May I ask if you are the Evil Sky Pavilion's Old Senior Ji?"

Lu Zhou gazed at him and calmly asked, "You know me?"

Lu Zhou's words were as good as directly confirming his identity.

The leading elder bowed and cupped his fists together at once and said, "I'm Ma Qing of the Qingyun Sword Sect. Greetings, Old Senior Ji."

The others bowed in unison. "Greetings, Old Senior Ji."

"Why did you come here?" Lu Zhou asked.

"We were invited by the Penglai Sect to a banquet on their island, Old Senior Ji," Ma Qing replied honestly. He did not dare to dally.

"The Penglai Sect?" Lu Zhou thought about it for a moment. Huang Shijie, the Penglai Island's Master, had been at Jing Province some time ago. Was Penglai in some sort of trouble right now?

Ma Qing replied, "The Penglai Floating Island is facing some difficulties. The Qingyun Sword Sect has always been on good terms with Penglai Island. It's only natural for us to lend a helping hand."

When Lu Zhou heard this, he did not ask for further information. Their affairs had nothing to do with him after all.

At this moment, Ma Qing pointed at the half-dead Lanni and said, "Old Senior Ji, the Other Tribesmen are wiped out. This man is the only survivor. Even then, it seems like he's on his last breath."

"Very well." Lu Zhou stroked his beard calmly. He would give praise where it was due.

The Qingyun Sword Sect disciples felt delighted to hear this.

Ma Qing moved two of his fingers slightly. An energy sword hovered before himself as he said, "Anyone who is not of our own tribe is a deviant. There's no need to trouble yourself over such a character, Old Senior Ji… I'll put him out of his misery." His energy sword shot out and split into five blades, all of which were aimed at Lanni.

Ma Qing was about to go in for the kill when Lu Zhou tonelessly said, "Stop."

"Your orders, old senior?" Ma Qing recalled his energy swords at once. He did not dare make a move. He immediately bowed and awaited further directions.

"Roulians are cunning and scheming in nature… I can't let him die so easily," Lu Zhou replied.

"You're right, old senior… I was careless. How could I use such a crude method?" Ma Qing turned around. "Execute him with a sword formation."

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. 'I've pursued him for a long time, and you're trying to steal the kill?'

A mosquito was still a piece of flesh.

"Stand down." Lu Zhou lowered his tone.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Lu Zhou readied his palm.

When Ma Qing saw this, he waved his hand at once. "Understood! Stand back, everyone!"

"Yes, yes, yes…" The Qingyun Sword Sect disciples flew to the sides with puzzled expressions.

Lu Zhou conjured up his extraordinary power. A blue radiance glowed between his fingers, and the scripts for Abandon Wisdom appeared again.

Ma Qing exclaimed in a hoarse and surprised voice, "Abandon Wisdom?"

At this moment, Lanni's eyes suddenly snapped open as he flailed his arms.

The two disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect were sent flying!

Lu Zhou struck with his palm.

Ma Qing frowned. "Indeed, Roulians are sly!"

Lu Zhou initially intended to use one-third of his extraordinary power. Yet, when he saw that Lanni was capable of holding out until this moment, anger stirred in him. He said coldly, "You won't be able to live if I want you to die…"

Abandon Wisdom's palm seal doubled in size! It doubled in speed as well.

Lanni Bonar, who had just started sprinting away, felt his heart shudder as he said in fright, "Is this… the Nine-leaf stage?" Despair and helplessness rose in his heart as the palm seal sailed toward him…

Boom!

The palm seal landed firmly on Lanni's body. His face, chest, and limbs felt as though they were crushed by blue magma that washed over him.