My Disciples Are All Villains

The Nine Cuts Hand Seals was a supreme Daoist skill.

Lu Zhou did not expect this when he used the Deadly Strike Card. Perhaps, the Six Compatible Seal had influenced it.

Every script of the Nine Cuts Hand Seals was immensely powerful. The Nine Cuts Hand Seals consisted of the Sole Diamond Seal, the Great Blitz Treasure Seal, the Outer Circle Mystic Seal, the Inner Eight Words Seal, the Fetterless Seal, the Pantheon Seal, the Eight Trigrams Seal, the Magic Gourd Seal, and the Sun Moon Seal. Every hand seal corresponded with the nine characters of Power, Energy, Harmony, Healing, Intuition, Awareness, Dimension, Creation, and Absolute. The densely packed scripts circled around the great seal. The nine characters stood in a line.

When Ren Buping who had a Seven-leaf Avatar saw this from the corner of his eyes, he felt his heart sank to his stomach.

From afar, it seemed as though a huge column of light had pierced through Ren Buping and his Hundred Tribulations Insight Seven-leaf Golden Lotus avatar!

Ren Buping was a Seven-leaf elite! Even a great sect with tens of thousands of disciples could only produce one Seven-leaf elite after several centuries of nurturing their disciples. And yet, such an elite was pierced by Lu Zhou’s attack.

The colossal avatar cracked as if it was made of glass.

At the same time, Whitzard’s auspicious aura pushed most of the darkness back. The others could see more clearly now.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Duanmu Sheng did not seem to know the meaning of fatigue. His spear shadows kept stabbing at his targets.

The purple barrier was weakening.

Naturally, the weakening of the witchcraft was mostly thanks to Whitzard.

Hua Wudao could not help but praise, “Whitzard isn’t merely weakening their witchcraft, it’s increasing our combat strength as well! Everyone, don’t panic!”

Wu…

Whitzard let out a clear cry.

Boom!

The praises of the Ten Shamans stopped abruptly. It was as though the world had suddenly fallen silent.

The moment the sound stopped, Wu Xie, Wu Di, Wu Li, Wu Zhen, and Wu Luo staggered backward.

At the same time, Duanmu Sheng’s spear shadows broke through their defenses as well. He retreated in the air and stood on the flying chariot.

Wu Xian raised his hand. The purple flames around him seemed to have grown tentacles and pulled the five of them back.

“Lord Wu Xian!” The 18 red-robed cultivators mustered up their Primal Qi at the same time and stabilized the Ten Shamans.

Whitzard circled in the air again before it descended. Its radiance finally dissipated. Then, it vanished.

“Whitzard?” Little Yuan’er seemed reluctant to see it go.

“Although Whitzard is powerful, there’s a limit to its power. It needs to rest as well.” Hua Wudao nodded.

Lu Zhou glanced at the system dashboard. As expected, there was a note behind Whitzard’s name. “Resting.” There was no indication of the duration of its rest.

‘Oh, well. Whitzard’s ability has already exceeded my expectation anyway…’ After a while, he thought to himself, ‘Does this mean Bi An is capable of crushing anyone in its path?”

“Lord Wu Xian!” Sword Saint Luo Shisan drew closer to the Ten Shamans. With the witchcraft weakened, he did not dare to recklessly attack.

Hua Wudao scoffed before he said, “Luo Shishan, since you want to take my old life so badly, I’ll give you a chance!”

“Hua Wudao, if you’re a man, face me alone!” Sword Saint Luo Shisan was guarding against Lu Zhou who was standing next to Hua Wudao.

“As you wish.” Hua Wudao turned around and cupped his fists. “Pavilion Master, I hope you won’t intervene. If I die, it’s because I’m weak.”

“Go, then.”

Lu Zhou knew that Hua Wudao had to thoroughly sever his ties with the Yun Sect. Otherwise, this would become the second knot in Hua Wudao’s heart!

With the ninth script activated, Hua Wudao became much more confident.

“Die!” Sword Saint Luo Shisan leaped out.

Hua Wudao tapped the bow of the flying chariot lightly with the tip of his feet and left. The moment he left, the Six Compatible Seal vanished as well.

However, the power of witchcraft had been greatly diminished by Whitzard. There was nothing to be afraid of now.

Luo Shisan and Hua Wudao were locked in battle. They continued fighting as they gradually disappeared into the distance!

Lu Zhou stood up with his hands on his back, his eyes gleaming coldly.

“Ten Wise Shamans!”

They locked eyes.

Wu Xian only looked at Lu Zhou. “Evil Sky Pavilion. Ji Tiandao.” He obtained the information from Wu Sheng’s memories. He had regarded every one with disdain before this. Now, he felt he had to reevaluate his attitude.

Lu Zhou said, “I’m disappointed.”

“Hm?”

“The wise Ten Shamans have stooped so low as to become lackeys of another person.”

When Wu Xian heard this, he said in a deep voice, “If it weren’t for Whitzard, I would have been able to kill you quickly for insulting the Ten Shamans.”

They were bickering again.

Mingshi Yin snorted and said, “Stop f*cking bragging! The power of witchcraft is almost gone. Now, all of you are only at the Five-leaf level, at most… You’re the leader of the Ten Shamans, right? I’ll give you a Seven-leaf, then! Can you withstand a palm strike from my master?”

Wu Xian was already on the verge of erupting in anger to begin with. He was a dead man. He had only been summoned into this world to possess his descendants. At this moment, he did not care about what was good or evil.

“Impudent!” Wu Xian rose higher. He erupted with purplish energy that spread in all directions like tentacles.

When Pan Zhong saw this, he hastily reminded, “Be careful, everyone. The witchcraft-spreading technique is equivalent to a peak Seven-leaf cultivator. It’d be difficult to suppress him without an Eight-leaf cultivator!”

“A peak Seven-leaf?!”

Wu Xie, Wu Di, Wu Zhen, Wu Luo, and Wu Li burst forth with energy at the same time.

“Mortals will be mortals; insects will be insects… The Ten Shamans are beings beyond your wildest imaginations.”

Lu Zhou made a grabbing motion with his hand. He pulled Fan Xiuwen toward him. This was an easy feat for him since he was in the Brahman Sea realm. He looked at Fan Xiuwen as he said, “Fan Xiuwen, are you seeing this?”

Fan Xiuwen’s expression remained stoic, and he remained silent.

“The grand leader of the Black Knights who was once on the top of the blacklist… I’ll let all of you have a good look!” Lu Zhou slammed his fist on Fan Xiuwen’s back.

“Pavilion Master! No!” Pan Zhong’s face turned pale in fright.

When he channeled his Primal Qi, Lu Zhou could clearly feel the Heavenly Writing’s extraordinary power that made him feel refreshed. His mind was extremely clear at this moment.

His Primal Qi shone as brightly as the stars as they traveled through Fan Xiuwen’s Extraordinary Eight Meridians! The binding force that sealed Fan Xiuwen’s cultivation base instantly dissipated.

“Ah –” Fan Xiuwen’s eyes flashed blue. He had a murderous look on his face as he growled, “You again…”

“The infatuation spell has already lost its effect. Aren’t you leaving?!” Lu Zhou slammed his palm on Fan Xiuwen again.

Bam!

Fan Xiuwen reeled from the impact. At the same time, he snapped back to his senses. His mind was blank. ‘Who am I? Where am I?’ After a moment, his memories came flooding back!

“Ten Shamans? Mo Li?” Fan Xiuwen’s eyes burned with rage.

Whizz!

Hundred Tribulations Insight! An Eight-leaf Golden Lotus blossomed beneath its feet!