My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 437: The Pride of the Old Age Pavilion

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Leng Luo’s appearance stopped the Yun Sect’s ten elders in their tracks.

Back at the Luo Sect’s holy land, they had witnessed firsthand Leng Luo’s methods.
This was the man whose name once shocked the heavens.
Not only was his name on the top of the blacklist 300 years ago, but he was also a rare Eight-leaf elite.

Fang Wenxian cupped his fists and said, “This is a matter of the Yun Sect.
I humbly ask that you stay out of this, senior.”

“Nonsense!” Leng Luo said harshly, “Hua Wudao is an elder of the Evil Sky Pavilion, what does he have to do with the Yun Sect? I do not like to waste my breath.
You’re to get out of my sight in ten breaths.” After he said this, he moved rapidly to the front of Hua Wudao.

With the display of this Dao Invisibility technique, the ten elders did not dare to take Leng Luo lightly.
They exchanged a look among themselves.

Fang Wenxian said lightly, “I heard that you detonated your sea of Qi when you fought the grand shaman, Mo Li, and your cultivation base isn’t restored yet.
Once the head of the Black Knights, Fan Xiuwen, look at you know, nothing but a lackey of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The irony.”

‘Hm?’ Not many knew about these things.
How did Fang Wenxian find out about this?

“Die!” Leng Luo would not let anyone slight him.

With lightning speed, he was upon the ten elders.
He did not waste time and summoned his Eight-leaf avatar!

Boom!

It shrunk before it expanded.

The ten elders were sent flying in the air.
Their blood essences surged.

Leng Luo hovered in the air with his hands on his back.
He swept his cold gaze across the ten elders.

Fang Wenxian and Zhang Feifan were standing nearby.
They were watching this scene with shocked expressions on their faces.

…

Meanwhile, among the charred forest in the distance, something rustled in the ashes.

There were many cultivators lying in wait among the trees.
When they saw this, they were shocked as well.

“We’ve underestimated the Evil Sky Pavilion.
That’s an Eight-leaf avatar.
With Pan Litian out, that person must be Leng Luo.” They were some ways away and could not get a clear look.

“Let’s continue watching.”

Rustle!

The crowd remained hidden in the dark forest as they watched the battle at the foot of Golden Court Mountain from a distance.

…

Leng Luo’s attack connected with his targets.
He stood with his hands on his back and said, “Wine sacks and food bags.”

The ten elders stabilized themselves and regarded Leng Luo in fear.

Fang Wenxian said after he clicked his tongue, “Leng Luo… Are you the only one keeping the Evil Sky Pavilion afloat? 300 years ago, you’ve committed every atrocity imaginable.
Why are you trying to be a guardian deity all of a sudden? Why don’t you defect? When the Evil Sky Pavilion is destroyed, you’ll be hailed as one of the greatest contributors.
How about that?”

This time, Leng Luo did not reply.
He vanished from where he stood.

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Fang Wenxian felt his heart sink.

The ten elders were caught off guard as well.

Was Leng Luo not hurt?

Boom!

Leng Luo’s avatar appeared again.
This time it appeared beside Fang Wenxian.

At the same time, Leng Luo struck with his palm.

Fang Wenxian frowned.
He blocked with his arms.

Bam!

The others were sent flying again.

“Shadow Strata!” Leng Luo folded his palms and moved them back and forth.
His Primal Qi surged as he once again vanished from sight.

In the next second, the skies were covered in dark shadows.

They charged toward the reeling Fang Wenxian.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Densely packed hand seals shone with golden radiance.
The butterflies flying in the air landed on Fang Wenxian’s body.

“Grand Elder!”

The others were frightened.

Leng Luo was too powerful! An eight-leaf elite was too terrifying.

Hua Wudao was overwhelmed with emotions when he saw this.

The Evil Sky pavilion disciples were excited as well.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

From the moment Fang Wenxian reeled back to the moment he fell, only a few breaths had passed.

They lost count of the number of hand seals Leng Luo launched in this short span of time.

Boom!

Fang Wenxian crashed onto the ground.

Leng Luo hovered in midair.
He placed his hands on his back and looked down at them.
“Is that all?”

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The scene was as silent as a graveyard.

The ten elders did not expect Leng Luo to be this powerful.

Hua Wudao was also stunned by Leng Luo’s combat strength.

The Evil Sky Pavilion disciples thought Leng Luo was skilled in fleeing and that his combat strength was not as powerful as Pan Litian’s.
They did not expect him to be this terrifying when he was in a frenzy.

Fang Wenxian launched into a coughing fit.
He sat up with difficulty and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked up at the skies and laughed before he said, “Well, there’s no doubt you’re injured.” If Leng Luo was uninjured, he would have died with this strike.

“Grand Elder.” The ten elders approached Fang Weixian and stood before him.
Their eyes were firmly trained on Leng Luo in the air.
They said in unison, “Combine strength!”

The ten of them arranged themselves in a triangular formation.
The elder in front extended his hands while the others placed their hands on the back of the person before them.
Their Primal Qi flowed along their arms and quickly entered the elder standing in the lead.

A huge hand seal sailed toward Leng Luo.

Leng Luo struck at the air and moved backward.

“Combine strength again!”

Another huge hand seal sailed toward Leng Luo.
This time, its speed was clearly much faster.

Boom!

Suddenly, Hua Wudao’s Six Compatible Seal burst forth with a golden radiance and shrouded Leng Luo.
The huge hand seal collided with the Six Compatible Seal.
A huge radiant circle expanded as energy scattered into the surroundings.

“Master, listen to me.
Leave the Evil Sky Pavilion at once,” Zhang Feifan called out from the back.

Hua Wudao would not have been irritated if this had been said by someone else.
However, Zhang Feifan was once his disciple whom he had invested much of his time and energy in teaching.
And yet, his disciple was here mocking him.
How could he not feel angry? With the Eight Trigrams under his feet, he stepped forward.
He pushed forward with his Six Compatible Seal!

The ten elders combined their strength and pushed forward as well.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The huge hand seal pushed against the Six Compatible Seal, but it could not break it.

“Seven-leaf? You’re at the Seven-leaf stage now?” Fang Wenxian got up with difficulty.
An incredulous expression could be seen on his face.

Hua Wudao’s trauma was common knowledge among the members of the Yun Sect.
He did not show any signs of a breakthrough for 20 years.
Fang Wenxian did not expect him to reach the Seven-leaf stage after joining the Evil Sky Pavilion.

A Seven-leaf cultivator and an injured Eight-leaf cultivator.
The ten Elders had varying cultivation bases, but the greatest of them all was only at the Five-leaf stage.
How were they supposed to fight these two?

“The formation!” Fang Wenxian ordered.

“Roger!” The ten elders stopped launching hand seals and adjusted their positions.

At this very moment, Leng Luo’s body vanished from sight again.

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“Too late!”

Afterimages shot toward them.

Leng Luo appeared among them and unleashed his Eight-leaf avatar again!

When there was a difference in realms, the crushing force of an avatar was even more apparent.
Before one’s opponent, one’s avatar’s height, toughness, width, and the force of expansion could crush a weaker avatar.
There was no other way to deal with such an attack aside from dodging it.

However, Leng Luo was known for his speed.
He would never give them the opportunity to evade him.

Boom!

They reeled back.

Hua Wudao stepped into the air at this moment.
He struck with his palm.

Bam!

One of them reeled and collided with the inner wall of the Six Compatible Seal.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.

…

“Hua Wudao has learned how to attack?!” Duanmu Sheng dove with his Overlord Spear in hand.

When Zhu Honggong saw this, he laughed and said, “All hail the Evil Sky Pavilion! All hail the old ones!”

“…” Zhao Yue looked at Zhu Honggong in disgust.

…

Meanwhile, Leng Luo erupted with his power again and lunged at Fang Wenxian.

Hua Wudao trapped the ten elders with his Six Compatible Seal.
They had nowhere to run.
Who said the Six Compatible Seal could only be used as a defensive move? This was an effective and wonderful mobile prison! It was like a giant net.

At this moment, they suddenly realized that the powerful one here was not Leng Luo but Hua Wudao.

Hua Wudao shrunk his Six Compatible Seal so the ten elders were drawn closer together.

“Avatars!” The ten elders shouted simultaneously!

Ten avatars pushed against each other in that cramped space.
The golden radiances overlapped, and the avatars overlapped.
The glare was almost blinding.

Boom!

“Die, Hua Wudao!” The ten elders came to a tacit agreement.
They were well-versed in coordinated attacks.
Was this explosion within the confines of the Six Compatible Seal not placing himself at the mouth of the tiger?

The tides of the battle were effervescent.
Nobody could know who would emerge victorious until the very end.

The numerous cultivators in the forest who were watching the battle felt nervous.

…

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“This is bad! Elder Hua’s in trouble!”

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Energy arrows sailed from the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Hua Yuexing pulled on her bow with a furious expression.
She applied all that she had learned.
The pace at which she formed energy arrows was reaching the extremes as well.

…

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The energy arrows hit the nearest elder.

“Very good!” Hua Wudao retreated through the air.
He retracted his Six Compatible Seal briefly before unleashing it again.

It was enough to hit one of them.
The elders’ concerted efforts had been thrown off.

Boom!

The others were pushed away by Hua Wudao’s Six Compatible Seal.

…

“Nice one!”

“You’re doing great, old man!”

This was the strength of the Old Age Pavilion!

…

The ten elders fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, Leng Luo’s tidal wave of hand seals landed on Fang Wenxian.

Isolated and without help, Fang Wenxian took the brunt of the attacks.
His face was bruised and swollen now.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Fang Wenxian was being hung up and beaten by Leng Luo.

Leng Luo’s body flitted about his target.
Eventually, he hovered in midair and brought his foot down.

Although Fang Wenxian had activated his protective energy and was doing his best to desperately defend himself and resist Leng Luo’s advances, in front of a person with high agility, his defenses were full of holes that were completely exploited.

Boom!

Fang Wenxian crashed to the ground again.