My Disciples Are All Villains

The great hall was so quiet that one could even hear a needle drop on the floor.

Lu Zhou's expression was as calm as ever. 'So, this is the indescribable power?' he thought to himself.

He never expected that the deadly strike card would come in the form of a Great Seal of Fearless, because he had never cultivated the Zen teaching before. In his memory, he only knew some of its basic seals and ultimate moves, and he had not tried to cultivate them. He did not understand why the card would produce that. He had barely thought of them when he used it.

"Deputy Chief!"

"Deputy Chief!"

Zuo Xinchan's men rushed out into the courtyard with a frightened look on their faces. Their intuition told them that their leader could not withstand this attack. Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, Little Yuan'er, Zhou Jifeng, and Pan Zhong walked out of Evil Sky Pavilion behind them as well.

Lu Zhou was the only person left in the great hall, and he slowly sat down. He did not need to follow them. The moment he attacked, he already felt the strength of the power. He was the only one who had experienced the power of Ji Tiandao's peak form experience card, so he knew how strong the card was.

How strong was it exactly?

Judging from what he felt just now, it seemed to be stronger than the peak-form experience card, since it could knock Zuo Xinchan away. However, the latter managed to resist it, which seemed to prove that it was only slightly stronger than him.

'Is it a card that will adjust its power according to the opponent's strength?' Lu Zhou wondered. It was a pity that he only used it once, so he did not have enough data to refer to.

Nevertheless, it was indeed an indescribable power.

The four black-clad cultivators approached Zuo Xinchan first, stopping about ten meters from him and not going any further. From the broken stones scattered around him and the damaged ground, they could tell how great was the force he had used to stabilize himself when he landed.

"Deputy Chief!"

They found that Zuo Xinchan stood to the spot unmoving, as if he had turned into stone, staring at the Evil Sky Pavilion in horror.

Without going through what he had gone through, they could never understand his present mood and feelings. However, they were sure about one thing. He was defeated by just one move.

The four men looked at Zuo Xinchan in horror. They had never seen him look like this. One of them went gingerly before him and raised a hand to wave it in front of his face. Yet, he still stared straight ahead at the Evil Sky Pavilion, unblinking.

Right then, a gust of wind blew across the courtyard. Zuo Xinchan's ink-colored energy drifted out of him, and in the next instant, his whole body broke down into a cloud of dust, which was then carried away by the wind. In the span of a few breaths, he had disappeared from the world, leaving only the ground he had damaged and the two holes created by his feet.

The expert who was ranked third on the Black roll had fallen.

Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, and the others swallowed as they watched the scene incredulously. They were shocked, but at the same time, they felt that their anger had been vented.

The unbridled fellow had brought this upon himself by acting wantonly in the Evil Sky Pavilion. However, they felt that it was a little bit too...savage to wipe him out with a palm strike. They could not help but wonder how profound was their master's cultivation base, and how many tricks he hid up his sleeves.

As the disciples who had followed him for so many years, they had never seen him use a hand seal of the Zen teaching before. So, how could they not be shocked when he suddenly used one to kill Zuo Xinchan?

After a long silence, Mingshi Yin said, "Master's temper..."

"He deserved to die," Duanmu Sheng poked Mingshi Yin.

Mingshi Yin nodded and said, "Yes, they all deserve to die."

The four black-clad cultivators were in an awkward situation now. With Zuo Xinchan dead, they had lost their leader, so they shivered with fear and no longer wore the same proud expression. They were peak Divine Court experts, but so what? Every person in Evil Sky Pavilion was at least a Divine Court expert.

Mingshi Yin flexed his muscles as he grinned wickedly and said, "Do you want to see my Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar?"

"Four, Mister Fourth...you, you..." The four men were so scared that they could hardly talk, and they kept stepping backward when they saw Duanmu Sheng and Mingshi Yin about to leap toward them like they were some prey.

Right then, Lu Zhou's voice rang out of the Evil Sky Pavilion. "Go back and tell your sect leader to restrain his men."

Now that their master had spoken, Mingshi Yin naturally dared not to attack the men again. "Get out of my sight!" He glared at the black-clad cultivators.

Inside Evil Sky Pavilion...

Lu Zhou heard a system prompt that he was rewarded with one thousand merit points. He had spent five hundred merit points to purchase the card, and he had received one thousand points after killing a Nascent Divinity Tribulation expert with it. In other words, his earnings were double the cost.

Although the card was amazing, he had to use it with care in the future. With its power so 'indescribable', he could not use it on someone he did not wish to kill.

Previously, Lu Zhou asked Zuo Xinchan if he knew why he asked him to come up the mountain. He had two purposes: The first one was to learn about Fiend Temple's motive, and the second one was to try the card. If truth be told, he did not intend to kill Zuo Xinchan. Nevertheless, the man was already dead, and he might as well use it as a warning for the Fiend Temple.

Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, and the others returned to the great hall.

"Master is indeed the mightiest man in the world! The hand seal reduced that guy to ashes!" Mingshi Yin flattered.

"Master, I want to learn that skill!" Little Yuan'er ran beside Lu Zhou and massaged his shoulders like a filial granddaughter.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "Don't be silly! You are cultivating the Supreme Purity Jade Slip, which focuses mainly on movement techniques and fists styles, and they contradict the Zen teaching. Are you not afraid that you will go on an evil path?"

"People out there already call us evil..." Little Yuan'er murmured.

"Pipe down!" Lu Zhou raised his voice.

Little Yuan'er pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Duanmu Sheng felt a little puzzled, and he asked, "Master, why did you let them leave?"

Before Lu Zhou could answer, Mingshi Yin already said, "Master just wants to make an example of Zuo Xinchan to scare the rest and not really wants Fiend Temple to fall. Fiend Temple is ambitious and wants to expand its power, but Eldest Senior Brother...the Nether Sect is its hindrance. If the Fiend Temple is gone, who will contain the Nether Sect?"

Duanmu Sheng did not seem to quite understand. "Zuo Xinchan is Fiend Temple's deputy chief after all. Now that he is dead, Fiend Temple will surely avenge him, right?"

"You think too much. What can they do even if they are angry? Are they going to bring all their disciples and attack Golden Court Mountain?" He left some words unsaid, but what he tried to say was obvious: Would Fiend Temple dare to attack Golden Court Mountain when even Yu Zhenghai dared not?

Besides, Golden Court Mountain had repelled the top ten experts not too long ago, and even the sect leader of Heavenly Sword Sect Luo Changfeng, who owned a seven-leaf avatar, was defeated by their master. Who would dare to attack them now?

When he had finished, Mingshi Yin looked proud of himself.

"Mister Fourth has a point. It enlightens me," Pan Zhong said while bowing. He was puzzled as well, but the explanation cleared his doubts.

"Mister Fourth is indeed a genius. That answered my doubts too..." Zhou Jifeng said seriously.

Mingshi Yin was confused. 'Aren't these two fools flattering the wrong person?' he thought and carefully glanced at Lu Zhou from the corner of his eye.

Lu Zhou was not angry, as he was just thinking, 'This guy is really good at analysis, and his points are clear and logical. There seems to be some truth in what he said.'

Meanwhile, the four black-clad cultivators returned to the ink-colored dragon chariot. All the other cultivators found it hard to believe when they learned that their deputy chief was dead, and they dared not to stay at the foot of the mountain any longer. However, it became extremely tough for them to control the chariot without Zuo Xinchan. In the end, they managed to take it to the air, but it flew very slowly.

The dragon chariot flew back the same way it came. It was flying very slowly and had not even flown more than a hundred miles after one hour. Cultivators in black robes surrounded it and kept pouring their energy into the vehicle. Suddenly, they saw a figure hovering in midair ahead of them. He wore a blue robe and had a head of disheveled black hair. His arms were crossed over his chest, with a sword carried on his back.