The ten sacred grounds of the Luo Sect towered into the clouds. Occasionally, the mountain winds would howl, easily disturbing the cultivators who were meditating. The smooth and round barrier was the best energy to isolate these sounds.
At this moment, the number one Sacred Ground was the same. When there was no one around, it was very quiet.
However, it was so quiet that it was scary.
The disciples of the Three Sects held their breaths as they stared incredulously at Sword Saint Luo Shisan who was struck by the Evil Sky Pavilion's Master. This expert from one of the eight altars of Yun Sect was Luo Shisan, nicknamed the Sword Saint.
Luo Shisan did not die. However, he felt as if his chest had been hammered. His internal organs felt as if they had been smashed flat. It was extremely uncomfortable.
He tried his best to restrain his surging blood and Qi.
As a Nascent Divinity Tribulation expert, it was extremely difficult for him to find a place to sit up.
No one went to help him.
It seemed as though they were shocked by Lu Zhou's clean and unbelievable palm strike.
The elders, the sect master, and even Yun Tianluo felt the same way.
Even Leng Luo and Pan Litian who were watching from behind Lu Zhou could not understand how Lu Zhou managed to do this.
…
There was a moment of silence.
In the end, Luo Shisan could not suppress his surging Qi and blood. His face turned red, and with a muffled groan, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Senior Luo!"
"Elder Luo!"
The disciples of the Cloud Sect voiced out their worries.
The other Yun Sect elders looked at the Evil Sky Pavilion's Master fearfully.
One palm.
He only needed one palm to defeat the Sword Altar's First Seat.
What kind of method and strength was this?
The earth-grade sword was as fragile as a piece of paper in the Evil Sky Pavilion's hands.
Yun Tianluo pushed Feng Yizhi away. He pointed at Luo Shisan and said, "Are you rebelling?"
Luo Shisan felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. All of his hatred was extinguished.
"Ancestor?"
"Who gave you the courage to assassinate my honored guest?" Yun Tianluo questioned.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said indifferently,
"You want to avenge Sword Freak Luo Changqing?"
"Yes," Luo Shisan answered decisively.
"If it weren't for Yun Tianluo, my palm strike would've taken your life," Lu Zhou said honestly.
He had used almost a third of the extraordinary power of the Heavenly Writing.
Naturally, he could have killed Luo Shisan with more than half of the Heavenly Writing's power, but he did not do so.
Yun Tianluo used 20 years of his life to recreate the scene of him attempting the Nine-leaf stage.
This respect was given to Yun Tianluo.
"Don't tell me … my junior brother died in vain?" Luo Shisan asked.
A burst of disdainful laughter rang from the cloud-splitting chariot. "What a joke … Luo Changqing took advantage of the situation to assassinate my Second Senior Brother. Are you expecting us to resign ourselves to our fate?"
Assassination?
Luo Shisan looked at the flying chariot.
The person who spoke was the Evil Sky Pavilion's fourth disciple, Mingshi Yin. After listening to Duan Xing's bragging and discussing some details, he learned about Luo Changqing's assassination of his Second Senior Brother.
Mingshi Yin enunciated each word clearly.
"The Yun Sect sent more than ten Divine Court realm cultivators to attack my master on Bluesun Mountain. How are you going to settle this score?"
"Furthermore, your Cloud Sect's sixth elder, Ding Fanqiu, impersonated my master and committed crimes in the Measure Heaven River. How are we going to settle this?"
"You're the Sword Saint of the Yun Sect, a righteous sect. Why don't you have any sense of propriety?"
"If I were you, I would've killed Luo Changqing in the name of justice. Perhaps, I would've shown you some respect. But now … Ptooey! "
Mingshi Yin's words were exactly what Lu Zhou was thinking.
'I've made the right choice to bring this disciple along.'
Luo Shisan's face flushed red.
It was unknown if it was due to his anger or the lingering force of the palm strike.
Yun Tianluo had been cultivating in seclusion all year round and had long since stopped caring about these matters.
Otherwise, he would not have watched the Three Sects separate and become independent.
Yun Tianluo looked at the three sect masters.
"Is this true?"
The Yun Sect Master, Yun Wuji, fell to his knees and said, "Uh … Patriarch, please hear me out."
"I've sent the special envoy, Li Yundao, to apologize to the Evil Sky Pavilion with a sable magnolia. We're even now. As for attacking you and assassinating the Evil Sky Pavilion's Mister Second, the Yun Sect brought this upon themselves. They can't blame anyone else!" Yun Wuji said with a lowered head.
Mingshi Yin said with a smile, "That's more like it … However, I have to correct you … My master killed Luo Changqing in self-defense. At the end of the day, the fault lies with you. Logically speaking, the Yun Sect should apologize to my master! "
"…"
The disciples of the Three Sects looked up at the cloud-splitting chariot.
These words sounded strange … but it didn't break the formation at all!
It was like a bad guy trying to kill someone with a knife, but was killed instead. Who could he blame?
Mingshi Yin's words rendered Luo Shisan speechless.
But it was not over yet.
"Luo Shisan, you're the only one who survived my Second Senior Brother's sword. With your understanding of my Second Senior Brother, would he do such a despicable thing? "
Luo Shisan was stunned again.
Although he had not interacted much with Yu Shangrong, he was certain Yu Shangrong was not a despicable person.
On the other hand, Junior Brother Luo Changqing seemed more likely.
He understood this Junior Brother too well … In order to achieve his goals, he would often do something quite out of line.
When he said this, Yun Tianluo nodded slowly. He basically understood the ins and outs of the matter.
His gaze darkened as he said,
"Yun Wuji."
"Ancestor?"
"Come here …"
Yun Tianluo had an unnatural expression on his face. He felt as though there was a suffocation in his chest that he could not let out.
Yun Wuji did not know what his Patriarch was up to. He walked over obediently.
Yun Tianluo suddenly raised his hand and slapped Yun Wuji mercilessly. It carried a weak gust of wind with it as it landed on Yun Wuji's face.
Smack!
The sound was clear and powerful. The slap landed squarely on Yun Wuji's face. Half of Yun Wuji's face swelled up.
"Go."
Yun Tianluo said, "Kowtow and apologize to Brother Ji."
Yun Wuji was stunned.
He thought to himself, 'The Patriarchs of the Three Sects have lost so much of their cultivation bases. At most, I'll just give them a slap.'
Lu Zhou sighed slightly. At Yun Tianluo's age, he was not as intimidating as he used to be. The Three Sects had long fallen apart and were now independent. This reminded Lu Zhou of Ji Tiandao, or rather, his current self.
Now that he was old, all he could do was give them a few slaps.
"There's no need for that," Lu Zhou said.
"Hm?"
"I've always been reasonable. For Yun Tianluo's sake, I won't hold it against the Yun Sect … However, if they offend you again … "Lu Zhou snorted softly when he finished speaking. The members of the Yun Sect shuddered.
Lu Zhou thought to himself, 'It's better to stop while we're ahead. If we shed all pretenses of cordiality, it would not benefit either party.
Moreover, if kneeling and apologizing worked, why would he use his fists?
It would not improve his cultivation base at all. '
To his surprise, Yun Tianluo was greatly moved. He bowed and said, "On behalf of the Three Sects, I thank you, Brother Ji."
Lu Zhou waved his sleeve and said with a straight face, "It's nothing."
After saying this, Lu Zhou turned around and walked toward the cloud-splitting chariot.
Pan Litian, Leng Luo, and Little Yuan 'er flew toward the flying chariot at the same time.
Nobody dared to stop them. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.
The Old Age Pavilion's deterrent force was enough to deter the Three Sects.
They returned to the flying chariot.
Mingshi Yin flattered, "Your might is unparalleled, master!"
The Luo Sect's Lu Ping hastily flew up and said, "I'll send you off!"
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