read My Disciples Are All Villains - Chapter 405

When Shen Liangshou saw Si Wuya, he felt extremely nervous. After all, this was one of the most legendary personas of the Evil Sky Pavilion. The mere thought of being able to greet him at such close range was something wonderful and exciting. However, what did Si Wuya mean by ‘master’? He was baffled. He turned to look at the old man standing next to him…

The Four Great Protectors clashed violently with their opponents. Energy seals sailed in the sky. The sounds of the battle made it difficult for one to remain calm.

Lu Zhou lowered his gaze and look at the scene in front of him. He asked, “Is this your choice?”

Si Wuya pushed and nudged Princess Yong Ning toward Little Yuan’er. “Little Junior Sister.”

Little Yuan’er supported Yong Ning and went to stand at the side.

Si Wuya was bare-chested. He wiped the blood off the edge of his lips. He kowtowed at Lu Zhou respectfully. “Master, please help me.”

Shen Liangshou. “…” He stumbled backward, his eyes wide. He stumbled back again, putting some distance between him and the others. He looked at Lu Zhou again. ‘Yes, that bearing, that air…’

The old man whom Shen Liangshou worshipped and respected was right there before his eyes. This was the Evil Sky Pavilion’s Patriarch, the first name on the blacklist. The master of the nine disciples. Ji Tiandao.

Thud!

Shen Liangshou fell limply on his buttocks.

Little Yuan’er turned to look at him. She asked, “What are you doing?”

“No-nothing… It’s nothing.” Shen Luangshou wanted to cry. He suddenly remembered Little Yuan’er had ordered him to kneel before her master in Shen Villa back. Who knew she was not lying?

Meanwhile, Lu Zhou was not concerned about Shen Liangshou’s feelings. Moreover, even if Shen Liangshou knew from the beginning, it would not change the outcome. He said to Si Wuya, “What does this have to do with me?”

Lu Zhou’s expression remained apathetic as always. ‘You’re the ones who brought this upon yourselves… Now, that you’re in this state, you expect me to clean up after you?’

…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Nether Sect’s huge chariot crashed to the ground under the attacks of the wolf king avatar. It destroyed numerous buildings in the process.

One leaf detached from the wolf king avatar. However, it still possessed the might of a Seven-leaf avatar.

The Four Great Protectors had retreated since they were injured. Moreover, the casualties on the Nether Sect’s side was not trivial.

Liu Bing did not move. His six generals hovered in the air and did not continue to attack. The changes on the battlefield were as such. They could never let down their guard against any enemy, even more so when they were facing the Other Tribesmen.

However, Ha Luo would not let such a rare opportunity slip past his fingers. “Your Fourth Highness, what are you standing there for? Can you really rest in peace when the Nether Sect’s Four Great Protectors remain?”

Liu Bing’s brows were knitted together. He looked at Ha Luo who seemed to be beside himself with joy. He could foresee that Ha Luo would bare his fangs at him after the Nether Sect was dealt with. However, he had no choice but to order for his men to continue their assault on the Four Great Protectors. “Li Jingyi, you’re Wei Zhuoyan’s subordinate. General Xiang is injured. Shouldn’t you stop them?”

Li Jingyi who was hovering in the air with the paper umbrella seemed stunned. From the beginning up until now, she had yet to make a single move. She had been hiding in the corner where the others would not notice. However, she was still found by Liu Bing.

…

Three avatars flew toward Si Wuya.

Meanwhile, several palm seals rained down on them as wide-area attacks.

Fuh!

Several palm prints flew out horizontally.

The buildings around them crumbled.

The sun’s rays fell on Si Wuya, Lu Zhou, Little Yuan’er, and Shen Liangshou.

At this moment, many pairs of eyes were looking at them…

Liu Bing turned to look.

Li Jingyi turned to look.

The Four Great Protectors were stunned.

Why did that old man look familiar?

Ha Luo and Xiang Lie, who was struggling to get up from the rubble, were looking as well.

“Who’s that?”

Liu Bing felt his breath quickened. His heart felt as though it was going to jump out of his chest. ‘Why is he here?!’

Xiang Lie had been living deep in the Divine Capital for a long time. He had never seen Ji Tiandao before. He merely regarded the old man before Si Wuya with a puzzled expression. ‘Who is this old man? Why is Si Wuya kneeling before him?’

Li Jingyi appeared unperturbed. She seemed to have expected this all along.

“Regardless, just kill them all.” Ha Luo waved his hand.

The people of Lou Lan and Rouli below him charged toward Si Wuya in a frenzy like a pack of wild wolves.

Lu Zhou glanced at them. It was rather impossible for him to extricate and dissociate himself from this situation at this moment.

Si Wuya said again, “If you’re willing to make a move, master, I will return to the Evil Sky Pavilion and accept any kind of punishment you mete out!”

Bam!

Si Wuya’s forehead touched the ground.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and looked at Si Wuya as he said, “I hope that you won’t disappoint me.” He flipped his hand. The Peacock Plume materialized in his hand.

The faint starlight gave the Peacock Plume a dazzling radiance.

“Go.” Lu Zhou tossed the Peacock Plume out, and it flew toward Si Wuya.

Si Wuya was overjoyed. He pushed away from the ground and grabbed the Peacock Plume before he flew into the air.

“What’s that in his hand?” Ha Luo was puzzled. All he saw was Si Wuya tossing the Peacock Plume in his hand into the air.

The Peacock Plume spun swiftly and buzzed. Then, it split into two, forming the shape of a fan. Golden glittering energy wrapped around the Peacock Plume…

Fuh!

The two sections of the Peacock Plume attached themselves to Si Wuya’s back.

Lu Zhou looked up slightly. He nodded. “The peacock spreads its plume.”

“This is bad! Get back!” Ha Luo cried out immediately.

They felt that the Primal Qi in their surroundings were being sucked away by the Peacock Plume. The Primal Qi was absorbed by the Peacock Plume and formed the wings of the peacock. This was the Peacock Plume’s characteristic. It was as beautiful as a peacock with its plume spread out, brilliant and dazzling. Yet, while one was captivated by this shocking display, it had already claimed one’s life.

Si Wuya advanced in the air. He remained expressionless as he flapped his huge wings. With every beat of his wings, countless energy needles shot out.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The people from Rouli and Lou Lan were startled by Si Wuya’s sudden move. When they wanted to turn around and run away, it was already too late. The energy needles that dotted the skies shot toward them like a tempest. The attack rained down on them with the force of a tidal wave and pierced their chests.

The people of Rouli fell to the ground…

“Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 10 merit points.”

“Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 10 merit points.”

Lu Zhou was not surprised to hear the notifications. Although it was a meager number, it was better than nothing.

The people of Lou Lan were witchcraft cultivators to begin with. They had weak defenses. At this moment, the needles that stuck out from their bodies made them look like porcupines.

“Mister Seventh?” Hua Chongyang was invigorated.

“The peacock’s spread plume… It’s been a long time since I last saw it…” Bai Yuqing wiped away the blood from the edge of his lips as he exclaimed excitedly.

“I remember the last time this was used was during the battle on Pingdu Mountain. Mister Seventh and the sect master joined hands to lay down the foundations for the Nether Sect… I didn’t expect to see this again after all these years…”

The other three Great Protectors gazed at the horizons.

Si Wuya’s huge wings were dazzling. He swept through the Other Tribesmen and Liu Bing’s troops mercilessly.

“Retreat!”

“Fall back!”

Liu Bing barked hastily. He had no time to explain the situation to his subordinates. Even his six generals were flustered by this development. They kept falling backward.

Ha Luo seemed incredulous. His eyes widened. His rage and hatred were completely ignited. His eyes were bloodshot. “You will die today!”

Ha Luo howled at the skies. His wolf king avatar stepped on his Seven-leaf Golden Lotus and dove from a higher spot.

Fuh!

He charged toward Si Wuya like a comet.

Si Wuya pulled his wings toward himself. He shielded himself with his wings.

Boom!

Si Wuya reeled back. As he did so, he spread his wings and flapped.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Needles shot toward the wolf king avatar.

Ha Luo moved at lightning speed as he charged toward his target with the avatar.

“A Six-leaf is a Six-leaf, after all!” Ha Luo plunged into his wolf king avatar and became one with it.

The avatar seemed to be covered in a translucent, shining golden network of veins.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Ha Luo repelled the energy needles.

The six generals flew up to the war chariot.

“Your Highness, this is a great chance to take down the Nether Sect and the Other Tribes in one go!” the grand general said with a bow.

Smack!

Liu Bing slapped him.

The grand general was puzzled and flustered by this gesture.

Liu Bing gulped before he said, “Look for an opening… and run…”

Run? Why would they run when they had the upper hand? The other generals were taken aback. No matter from which angle one looked at it, they were clearly going to benefit from this situation.

Meanwhile, Ha Luo dove toward Si Wuya with his wolf king avatar again.

Si Wuya frowned. He pulled his wings together and retreated swiftly.

“Mister Seventh!” Hua Chongyang, Bai Yuqing, Yang Yan, and Di Qing exclaimed in shock.

Whoosh!

On the flattened patch of rubble, a faint purple energy arrow shot out. The energy arrow was as thick as a tree trunk. The supersized energy arrow that looked like a heavenly pillar sailed through the air. Its size made a hard-to-miss sight.

Everyone’s attention was attracted by this.

The meteor-like energy arrow sailed from the right to the left before it hit the wolf king’s forehead.

Bam!

The arrow landed true.

The wolf king avatar shattered immediately.

Ha Luo who was hovering in the air immediately doubled over. He clutched his chest as he looked past Si Wuya incredulously. He saw an old man who was standing level with the buildings.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard as he recalled the bow. The bow spun in the air and reverted to Unnamed. Then, it shot into his sleeve and disappeared.

It seemed like the terrifying arrow had been shot by the old man. As Ha Luo looked at the old man, blood trickled out from the edges of his lips, eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Drip!

His blood fell to the ground. The sunlight shone on the droplets… The blood of an Other Tribesman…

Splat!

It fell to the ground…

“I will never allow my disciple to be bullied by the likes of you.”