read My Disciples Are All Villains - Chapter 440

The casual arrow shot did not look special save for the faint blue radiance. Compared to the arrow fired by the supreme-rulerly Archer hidden among the trees, it was much slimmer.

Daoist Master Jue Yuan, the Sect Master of the Celestial Masters Sect, was heavily injured by Hua Wudao. He was already on the brink of death. Before he died, the only thing he could do was ignite and send out all the talismans he had on him.

The arrow shot caused the cultivators from the seven great sects who had swarmed out from their hiding spot to fall silent for a short while. They could tell by the unique sound of the arrow sailing through the air that the arrow was powerful. It was beyond the capacity of ordinary people to comprehend this.

Usually, after cultivators condensed their Primal Qi into energy, whether it was in the shape of a saber, a sword, or an energy seal, the further it traveled, the more it would be eroded by the air. Hence, when an archer wanted to hit a target over a long distance, they would usually form bigger energy arrows. However, this faint blue energy arrow was different. It was slim and exquisite. The whistling sound was also higher pitch compared to ordinary arrows. When it pierced the energy layers and their bodies, it packed a greater punch. How did Hua Yuexing accomplish this from her hiding spot? She was only at the Three-leaf stage. It should have been impossible for her to fire an energy arrow such as this one.

After a brief moment of stillness, the cultivators from the seven great sects snapped back to their senses.

The lifeless bodies of Jue Yuan and the five cultivators could no longer maintain flight and fell to the ground.

…

“Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 1,500 merit points.”

“Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 50 merit points.”

When Lu Zhou received the notifications, he shook his head. The values of the five cultivators who acted as human shields were very low. He turned and returned the Falling Moon Bow to Hua Yuexing. He saw Hua Yuexing staring at him with her mouth agape so he reminded her, “Take this.”

“I… Of course.” Hua Yuexing snapped back to her senses and hastily took the bow.

“You should use the most suitable energy arrows when you’re firing rapidly instead of focusing on power alone,” Lu Zhou said.

“Thank you for your teaching, Pavilion Master.” She had gained a lot from witnessing this arrow shot. When she fired her arrows previously, she merely sought speed and power. There were often moments where her target was already too far away, but she was still condensing a huge energy arrow. It was counterproductive.

“Pavilion Master, aren’t you continuing?” After learning so much from a single arrow shot from an elite displaying his skills, Hua Yuexing, naturally, wanted to see more.

Lu Zhou flipped his right hand. Unnamed materialized in his grasp.

Before Hua Yuexing could have a good look, Unnamed had already transformed into a mini bow. “This is…”

“Unnamed Bow.” Lu Zhou looked down at the battlefield.

Hua Yuexing felt excited. She looked at Unnamed Bow that was smaller than her Falling Moon Bow. She could tell Lu Zhou’s bow was much more superior to hers. After all, there were differences among heaven-grade weapons as well.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and waited for his chance.

The Heavenly Writing’s extraordinary power combined with a heaven-grade weapon could effectively suppress the elites of the seven great sects if they were put to good use.

As he looked at the incoming elites from the seven great sects, he muttered to himself, “They’re only the vanguard. Since they like to hide, I’ll play along.”

Shooting arrows from the dark?

Hua Yuexing frowned, at first. However, she soon understood that it was only natural for an archer to remain hidden in the distance and fire arrows at unsuspecting enemies. Her aiming spot had been too open earlier. She was nearly taken out by the enemy’s supreme-rulerly Archer because of that. A senior’s experience and thoughts about combat were something that left the juniors in the dust.

…

Meanwhile.

After Jue Yuan, the Sect Master of the Celestial Masters Sect, died, Hua Wudao safely returned to Zhu Honggong and Zhao Yue’s sides. However, due to the intense expenditure of energy before this, he seemed pale. When he landed, he staggered slightly before stabilizing his footing.

Zhu Honggong supported Hua Wudao. “That was amazing… The tortoiseshell technique has truly widened my horizons.”

Hua Wudao had no time to entertain Zhu Honggong’s flattery. He turned to glance at the Evil Sky Pavilion’s great hall, annoyed.

The troops from the seven great sects advanced slowly.

The Yun Sect’s nine Elders felt relieved as they blended in with the others.

Leng Luo looked up ahead and said, “Duanmu Sheng, little girl, go back.”

“I won’t.” Little Yuan’er glared at her opponents.

“Elder Leng, you’ve spent too much of your energy. You should head back. Little Junior Sister and I can handle this,” Duanmu Sheng said before he shot up into the air and raised his Overlord Spear.

Little Yuan’er flew up to his side.

The flying chariots stopped.

“Where is Old Villain Ji?”

Duanmu Sheng raised his Overlord Spear and asked, “Who’s asking?”

“I am Feng Qinghe of the Zhencang Branch.”

Nearby, another voice rang from another flying chariot. “I’m the Hengqu Branch’s Master, Ning Liang.”

“I’m Good Fortune Temple’s current abbess, Miao Yin.”

“I am Seven Stars Villa’s master, Jia Yuan.”

“I am Core Heart Sect’s master, Liu Rushi.”

“I am the Duanlin Branch’s first disciple, Shao Jinhan.”

The mainstay of the seven great sects. They were all here, apart from Jue Yan, the Sect Master of the Celestial Masters Sect, Master, who died from an arrow piercing his vital organs a moment ago. Only six flying chariots were left hovering above the disciples of the sects. Even the previous force of the ten great sects to storm Golden Court Mountain could not compare to this.

Duanmu Sheng snorted and said, “How bold of you to provoke the Evil Sky Pavilion time and time again. Do you think the Evil Sky Pavilion won’t retaliate?”

Feng Qinghe chuckled and said, “All of us here have core disciples who lost their lives to the Evil Sky Pavilion. Not only did you go on a killing spree, targeting the ten great sects, but you didn’t even spare the Yun Sect. Do I need to elaborate further?”

“You can dump your crap somewhere else!” Duanmu Sheng could not help but curse. He brandished his Overlord Spear, and several energy seals spun and emerged from the tip of his spear.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Feng Qinghe stood inside his flying chariot while striking with his palms. His Expansive Heavenly Energy flowed like a river and parried the Overlord Spear’s energy blade.

At this juncture, there was nothing more to be said. The Noble and Fiend Paths had fallen out completely, and this did not happen overnight. At the end of the day, it had to be settled on the battlefield.

“You should tell the Old Villain Ji to show himself.”

The disciples below struck the ground with their weapons.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The noise resonated throughout Golden Court Mountain.

…

Leng Luo looked up at the moon. This was destined to be a night of disturbances. How would the Evil Sky Pavilion survive this ordeal? When he looked at the scale of the enemy forces, he was losing his confidence. If he was alone, with his strength and cultivation base, he would have long fled. Alas, he was not alone.

…

At this moment, several cultivators flew toward Duanmu Sheng.

They engaged in battle, and their energies collided!

The core individuals of the seven sects inside the flying chariots would not show themselves so easily. They occasionally shot an energy seal at Duanmu Sheng.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Duanmu Sheng brandished his weapon and parried the energy seals. The enemies’ attention seemed to be completely focused on him at this moment.

“Hua Wudao can’t continue fighting, and Leng Luo is merely putting up a show. Only the disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion are worth our concern.”

“There’s nothing to fear if they aren’t at the Five-leaf stage and above.”

“I’d like to see how long Old Villain Ji can stay hidden…” Liu Rushi, the Sect Master of the Core Heart Sect, walked out of his flying chariot. He had only shown just shown his face when a mini energy arrow with a faint blue glow shot out from the Evil Sky Pavilion’s great hall.

Whoosh!

The sound was crisp and deafening.

When Liu Rushi saw this, he said in a deep voice, “I’m not as stupid as Jue Yuan!”

Jue Yuan had been heavily wounded while Liu Rushi was in top condition. There was no way he would be unable to block this little energy arrow. He adjusted his position slightly but instantly discovered the energy arrow had shifted its trajectory as well. It was as though the energy arrow was homing in on him.

The disciples from the seven great sects looked up at Liu Rushi.

Liu Rushi raised his arms and erected an energy shield before himself. He seemed to shine with a golden light.

Whoosh!

The energy arrow easily pierced through the energy shield, Liu Rushi’s body, the flying chariot behind him, and the cultivator who manned the helm at the back of the flying chariot.

Liu Rushi’s eyes widened as he stared at the Evil Sky Pavilion. “This…”

The air seemed to freeze over again.

“Sect Master Liu!”

“Sect Master Liu, what’s wrong?”

It had happened too quickly. Liu Rushi did not even get a good glimpse of the energy arrow when it pierced his chest.

“The Evil Sky Pavilion’s supreme-rulerly Archer, Hua Yuexing?”

“Impossible! She can’t be this powerful!”

“Damnit! The Evil Sky Pavilion is firing arrows from the dark!”

‘What’s wrong with firing arrows from the dark?’

‘Isn’t normal for the Fiend Path to employ such methods?’

The people from the Evil Sky Pavilion thought to themselves.

Although the dim moonlight did not illuminate much, everyone still saw Liu Rushi, the Sect Master of the Core Heart Sect, falling off his chariot.

“That’s amazing, Lady Hua!” Pan Zhong praised as he flew above their heads.

“Get lost! Can’t you keep your mouth shut if you have nothing better to say?”

Boom!

Liu Rushi fell to the ground.

The members of the seven great sects, or technically, the eight great sects, and several other minor sects stood riveted on the ground as they stared at the fallen Liu Rushi.