My Disciples Are All Villains

Jiang Wenxu, who was already gravely injured, was capable of using a blood sword at the end. It was rather shocking.

Without the halo of the Peak Trial Card, Lu Zhou was a Six-leaf Nascent Divinity realm expert. For an Eight-leaf or Nine-leaf cultivator, a Six-leaf cultivator was pathetically weak. However, for the gravely injured Royal Tutor and the ordinary Other Tribesmen cultivators, he was like an insurmountable mountain.

The energy sword from Unnamed mercilessly pierced Jiang Wenxu's heart.

Wait? What was there to wait for?

"Alas, your opponent is me." Any other ordinary Nine-leaf cultivators would not have been a match for Jiang Wenxu. Whether it was the five or seven allied nations or the Emperor Liu Ge who had a super heaven-grade weapon and an immortal body, they were not opponents a new Nine-leaf cultivator could easily go up against.

Lu Zhou's statement had many hidden meanings, but Jiang Wenxu could not have understood all of them. He did not expect Jiang Wenxu to understand all of them anyway.

Jiang Wenxu looked down at the blood gushing from his chest. His life was slipping away swiftly. He smiled helplessly and said, "Black runes… Blue palm seals… You're not from this world as well, are you?"

"You can think whatever you like," Lu Zhou said apathetically.

Jiang Wenxy struggled as he surveyed his surroundings. He looked at the land one final time. This place was once under his control. He looked at Lu Zhou with a forlorn expression as he wheezed and said with great difficulty, "Y-you... You shouldn't have killed me…"

"Why is that?" Lu Zhou did not retract his energy sword. After Jiang Wenxu was still alive even after being hit by multiple of his powerful attacks. Jiang Wenxu's tenacity was apparent.

"My life stone is in the red lotus domain. When I die, my life stone will shatter… When that happens, they'll certainly find me and massacre everyone with a golden lotus." Jiang Wenxu's voice was weak now. He seemed to be in a trance as he continued to say, "Humans are but animals that can think… Peace and safety from invasions are only self-consoling words uttered by weaklings. The ants think too highly of themselves. How can an ant move a huge tree? How can it… how can it..."

"I hope they'd come sooner," Lu Zhou said indifferently.

Jiang Wenxu regarded Lu Zhou with a complex gaze. "Before I die… Can you tell me… who are you?" When he had seen Lu Zhou through his projection on the peak of Heaven's Moat, he had sensed something special about Lu Zhou. Moreover, during the entire duration of their battle, he felt as though he was battling a Ten-leaf elite.

Lu Zhou shook his head. 'Why should I answer your question when you didn't answer mine?'

Lu Zhou finally withdrew Unnamed's energy sword.

Blood spurted out. Jiang Wenxu grunted. His breath was weaker than a thread now. All of a sudden, his figure contorted as a surging and swelling purple substance shrouded him. Then, he said hoarsely, "I planted the most powerful spell in this body a long time ago. This is my final gift to you… The entire Liang Province will die with you…"

Jiang Wenxu's body wilted.

Upon seeing this, Lu Zhou frowned slightly. 'Sure enough, this man is disgusting and cunning!'

Lu Zhou retreated. 'I've used all of my extraordinary power. What am I going to do now?'

Si Wuya and the others saw this as well.

"Fall back!"

The soundwave traveled to every corner of the city.

When the cultivators of Great Yan heard the order, they looked up. They saw the rapidly swelling body of gas and retreated swiftly.

The seven allied nations were crippled. There was no rush to destroy them now.

"The last person who disgusted me this much was Mo Li. To think that the Grand Imperial Tutor of Great Yan is even more shameless and despicable," Jiang Aijian said.

Si Wuya said, "This is why Mo Li was unable to control Liu Gu and Liu Ge. It's no wonder the emperor would allow the two grand shamans to get close to the Second Prince. It's no wonder the Imperial family had never seen a happy day since. No wonder Liu Gu was so obsessed with the Nine-leaf stage…"

The truth that everyone in the world believed was nothing but a lie.

"What a grand lie!" Huang Shijie exclaimed.

"This is not the time to be talking about this. That purple gas doesn't seem right. Let's retreat quickly…" Jiang Aijian turned around and sped away with Dragonsong in his arms.

The rate at which the body of gas swelled exceeded everyone's expectations. Initially, its growing speed was slow. However, as it grew bigger, its speed grew faster as well.

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

When Lu Zhou was above the others, he looked behind and said, "Stand back."

The others nodded. If a Nine-leaf cultivator could not stand against the purple gas, who could?

At this moment, the purple gas sank. When it touched the city walls, veins of corrosion crept onto the walls.

What spell was this?

"I hope you're satisfied." A deep voice rang in the air.

It was clear that Jiang Wenxu had channeled the remainder of his life into this witchcraft spell.

Lu Zhou extended his palm. The Great Seal of Fearlessness entered the purple gas and vanished. It was ineffective.

The purple gas was clearly poisonous and extremely corrosive. Even the city wall's surface and colors were stripped, let alone the human body.

One of the corpses that was lying on the city wall instantly liquefied when it came in contact with the purple gas. Blood and flesh spilled on the wall.

"Whitzard," Lu Zhou called out softly.

Whitzard appeared in the clouds immediately. It seemed to understand Lu Zhou's intention as it gave a loud cry that resounded across the entire Liang Province.

When the cultivators of Great Yan looked up, they saw auspicious Qi floating above the purple gas.

Shortly after, an auspicious rain fell all over the purple gas.

"Ah!" A hoarse cry rang in the air. The voice was laden with despair and resentment. "Why…"

Before the purple gas could spread all over Liang Province, Whitzard circled above it and spread the auspicious rain.

The pouring rain was like a waterfall as it rained down on the purple gas. The purple gas was swiftly nullified by the auspicious rain, and its range was quickly reduced.

The miserable cry continued to ring from the purple gas. It grew hoarser and weaker as time went by.

The cultivators of Great Yan were looking at Whitzard that was flying in the sky in shock.

As the auspicious rain continued to fall, the others gradually stopped retreating and flew back.

Lu Zhou allowed himself to be drenched in the rain. He was relishing in Whitzard's restorative powers. Just like before, his extraordinary power was also being restored swiftly! The recovery speed was amazing!

What kind of power did Whitzard possess? It could subdue witchcraft and restore extraordinary power.

In Lu Zhou's eyes, the Heavenly Writing's powers belonged to a system different from the Buddhist, Daoist, and Confucian Societies. Naturally, he was shocked that Whitzard was capable of restoring his extraordinary power.

"Ah!" At this moment, a sharp cry resounded in the sky.

The Great Yan cultivators were greatly shaken. Jiang Wenxu's tenacity far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. 'He's still not dead?' He had completely given Jiang Wenxu a good beating when they were in Lou Lan. He was really surprised Jiang Wenxu could hold out for so long. It was a good thing he was wise enough to bring Jiang Wenxu here with him.

"Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 4,000 merit points."

"4,000?"