My Disciples Are All Villains

The eyes of the three Emperors of the Lost Lands flashed as they searched their surroundings.

Even Shang Zhang, who had seen Lu Zhou in action, did not expect the palm strike to be so powerful.

Lu Zhou stood in the air and looked down with a calm expression on his face. Only he alone knew Hua Zhenghong had fallen; she had fallen down to the Great Abyss Land.

While everyone was still searching for Hua Zhenghong, a figure shot up into the Cloud domain from down below.

Then, someone pointed at the figure and shouted, "Lady Hua!"

"Lady Hua? What, what happened?!"

Everyone looked closely.

Hua Zhenghong's clothes were slightly tattered, and her hair was disheveled. At this moment, she could not even conceal the shock she felt. As she flew back to the center of Cloud Domain's arena, her body trembled slightly. She stabilized herself. After all, this was just the first palm strike. She stared at Lu Zhou unblinkingly. After a long while, she finally said, "You… You are the Master of the Evil Sky Pavilion?"

This question was to confirm and to remember the person in front of her.

Lu Zhou looked down at Hua Zhenghong and said, "Yes."

Hua Zhenghong nodded. "I'll remember you. I was careless earlier, and let you get the upper hand. Please continue with your second palm strike."

…

Everyone discussed animatedly among themselves.

They did not know if Hua Zhenghong was telling the truth. All they knew was the palm strike was so powerful, and it was amazing that she was brave enough to face the second palm strike.

…

Lu Zhou nodded slightly.

The palm strike earlier contained a large amount of divine power and a little bit of the divine Dao power. He was rather satisfied with its power.

This time, Lu Zhou pushed his hand down.

Space and time seemed to glitch as a vortex formed in his hand.

This time, the palm strike contained all of Lu Zhou's divine Dao power.

The divine Dao power was the Great Dao, and the Great Dao and its laws were absolute. Being able to control the laws meant that one could control life and death.

The vortex seemed to be pulling the powers of the laws in the surroundings into it. The energy it generated was not as violent as before, and the space only rippled.

"Retreat!"

Bai Zhaoju pushed his hand out. A halo appeared, and his flying chariot flew 300 feet back.

Ling Weiyang and Chi Biaonu, who were startled by this, reacted quickly and retreated as well.

Shang Zhang followed suit.

One by one, the other nine halls retreated as well.

The cultivators from the various forces could sense something was amiss based on the big shot's reactions so they quickly called out, "Retreat! Retreat!"

"Retreat a little further!"

Even if they were just watching the battle, they had to be careful.

At this time, someone complained, "I came to watch the commanders' competition, not to watch supreme beings fight!"

"Isn't it good to watch supreme beings fight? Do you know how rare this is?"

"I'd rather not watch if it means I'd lose my life!"

"..."

…

At this moment, Hua Zhenghong could no longer control her expression; it changed drastically.

'This is bad!'

She could sense that all of the powerful laws she could recognize had been absorbed by the palm strike.

Red lotuses bloomed beneath her feet.

…

When Ye Tianxin saw the red lotuses, she whispered to herself, "Butterfly Love Flower?"

Over the past 100 years, Ye Tianxin had been painstakingly cultivating the technique that her master had taught her, the Butterfly Love Flower. Currently, she felt that she had mastered the technique. She thought that no one, apart from her master, understood the Butterfly Love Flower more than she did.

Hua Zhenghong's Butterfly Love Flower was different; it seemed a little more messy and fierce, but she still recognized it.

…

The lotuses fluttered in the sky like butterflies in all directions, mending the shattered space.

"Laws? Your palm strike is useless against me!"

Hua Zhenghong mobilized almost all of her strength and imbued them into the lotuses.

"Second palm strike, the Daoist's Nine Cuts Hand Seals."

The Nine Cuts Hand Seals, imbued with the laws, fell down consecutively.

When the nine seals drew close to Hua Zhenghong, she suddenly realized that something was very wrong. Then, she discovered that time seemed to be flowing backward. Then, she felt her lotuses wilting and her strength decreasing.

"How's this possible?!"

If the opponent's comprehension of the laws were deeper than hers, she would lose.

Hua Zhenghong struggled to break free. She knew for sure she would not be able to withstand this palm strike. She roared inwardly, 'Move! Hurry up! Hurry up and move!'

When time recovered, the Nine Cuts Hand Seals had already arrived in front of Hua Zhenghong.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The first four seals destroyed the lotuses that were half wilted.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Then, the following five seals landed on Hua Zhenghong's chest one after another.

Blood splattered in the sky.

Under the sun, the droplets of blood looked like dazzling red beads.

Swoosh!

"Divine… divine soul pearl!"

Hua Zhenghong's divine soul pearl flew and circled her. A buzzing noise rang out as her astrolabe appeared.

Swoosh!

A translucent figure shot out of Hua Zhenghong's body. Its face was filled with wrinkles, and as soon as it appeared it let out a low and mournful scream. Then, its chest was pierced by the powerful force of the laws before it dissipated.

…

"Puppet Slave Technique?!"

"Hua Zhenghong, one of the Four Supremes of the Sacred Temple, actually uses a puppet?"

"Unbelievable!

A shadow appeared from Hua Zhenghong's body.

The Shadow's face was full of wrinkles, and it let out a low and mournful scream.

Then, it was pierced through the chest by the powerful law energy and disappeared into the world.

"A puppet slave? !"

"Hua Zhenghong, one of the four paragons of the Sacred Palace, actually knows how to use a puppet slave? !"

"Unbelievable! If it weren't for this puppet, that palm strike would have destroyed her light disk!"

"A light disk contains 300,000 years of life. Isn't that palm strike too powerful?"

"He's too strong! His cultivation is much higher than the Four Supremes of the Sacred Temple?!'

…

The three emperors and Shang Zhang's expressions were solemn.

The palm strike contained the power of a divine emperor.

…

As everyone was immersed in watching the fight, Yue Yangzi suddenly flew toward the Green Roc with a loud whoosh!

At this time, there was only one thought in Yue Yangzi's mind: Run!

Who could withstand that palm strike? Moreover, there were three of them!

Yue Yangzi leaped onto the Green Roc's back and shouted, "Go! Go! Go!"

Lu Zhou said tonelessly, "We already have an agreement. I'm afraid I can't let you break it."

Buzz!

Lu Zhou flipped his hand, and Unnamed in the form of a bow appeared.

…

"Void grade?!"

"It's actually a void-grade weapon! I haven't seen an expert of this level for a long time. I really didn't come here in vain!"

…

Lu Zhou pulled the bowstring back as an energy arrow appeared. The energy arrow was imbued with a large amount of divine power.

The blue avatar in Lu Zhou's Dantian's sea of Qi spun, pushing out divine power.

Faint blue electric arcs formed at the tip of the arrow as the divine power gathered.

Not long after Yue Yangzi and the Green Roc flew away, they heard a loud swoosh.

The energy arrow tore through space and arrived behind Yue Yangzi in just a blink of an eye.

Yue Yangzi felt a chill on his back. He took a deep breath before he turned around. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw the energy arrow. He instinctively erected his protective energy using the power of the Dao to protect himself.

Alas, the energy arrow pierced Yue Yangzi's barrier and chest like a hot knife through butter. The energy arrow did not stop and continued to fly forth, accurately piercing the Green Roc's heart.

Two holes could be seen on Yue Yangzi and the Green Roc's bodies as they plummeted from the sky. There were only two outcomes from the energy arrow; they were either dead or grievously injured.

Several cultivators flew over to have a look.

At the same time, Hua Zhenghong finally flew back up. At this time, she seemed like a completely different person. Her body was drenched with blood, and her eyes were bloodshot. At this time, she no longer cared about Yue Yangzi's life and death. She raised her head and looked at Lu Zhou as she asked, "Do you plan to kill me?"

Lu Zhou replied indifferently, "Didn't I say earlier that your life and death won't be guaranteed? Did you… forget?"

Hua Zhenghong's body swayed. She was rendered speechless.

Lu Zhou asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Hua Zhenghong was already in a daze at this moment.

"Ready for my third palm strike," Lu Zhou said flatly.

"..."

At this time, someone said from a distance, "Senior, if you can spare someone, you should spare them. Why don't you just forget about it?"

"I'm afraid Lady Hua won't be able to withstand the third palm strike; she'll be seriously injured. All of you are supreme beings anyway. Whoever has to stand still and take the shot will definitely be at a disadvantage. Why bother?"

Everyone looked at Lu Zhou.

Hua Zhenghong looked at Lu Zhou as well. Those words were the unspoken words in her heart. She was one of the Four Supremes of the Sacred Hall. Now, because of a trivial matter, she had to take three palm strikes from another person. What was going to happen to the Sacred Temple's reputation?

At this time, Ling Weiyang said in a clear voice, "Your methods are astonishing and admirable. Lady Hua has already received the punishment she deserves so why don't you let her go."

Inwardly, Ling Weiyang thought to himself, 'You can do whatever you want after I leave. The gains won't be able to make up for the losses if I'm splattered by the bloodshed today!'

Shang Zhang also spoke up. "Brother Ji, it's best to quit while you're ahead."

Shang Zhang still had countless people in Shang Zhang counting on him. If he offended the Sacred Temple, what would happen to the people in Shang Zhang Hall?

At this moment, everyone had their own thoughts.