Lu Zhou's 150-foot avatar hovered in the air.
His expression was very calm …
He was not surprised by Ye Tianxin's appearance.
When he received the letter from Yu Shangrong, he knew Ye Tianxin was still around. However, he did not expect Ye Tianxin to appear at this critical moment.
However, time was of the essence. He did not have the time to think about this.
'Moreover, do I need the help of a mere Six-leaf cultivator?' But then again, although Ye Tianxin had been expelled from the sect, she still had some conscience. Those she killed were all low-rank cultivators. She did not lose many merit points.
'Forget it. Let her be.'
The disciples of the seven great sects were basically crushed by him. Even when the nine elders of the Yun Sect burned their seas of Qi and summoned their avatars at the same time, they were like ants trying to shake a tree. It was pointless. Wherever the Nine-leaf golden lotus went, everything was reduced to ashes.
Lu Zhou unleashed his grand technique again and shot in another direction.
He had to confirm if the Patriarchs of the other sects had appeared. Otherwise, if he lost his peak form and encountered someone like Chang Yan who was not afraid of death, it would be troublesome.
His 150-foot avatar flashed about.
Lu Zhou did not hold back when he encountered cultivators who were slightly more powerful.
Meanwhile, Ye Tianxin, who was prepared to fight to the death, saw the huge avatar as soon as she entered the battlefield.
Ye Tianxin was shocked as she fought.
She suddenly remembered that when she was captured by her master and returned to Golden Court Mountain, she seemed to have seen a similar scene in the Evil Sky Pavilion.
She had thought that was a dream.
The limit of a human cultivator was the Eight-leaf stage. Previously, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.
This time … she could see it clearly.
"Master is already at the Nine-leaf stage!
"How did he do it?"
Is Eldest Senior Brother telling the truth? Has master been pursuing the secret of the Nine-leaf stage all this time? "
Countless thoughts surged in Ye Tianxin's mind.
As she looked at the low-rank cultivators who fell one after another, realization dawned on her. Her decision to help the Evil Sky Pavilion seemed to be wishful thinking. In this situation, she was not needed at all.
…
In the southwest corner of the battlefield, the remaining group of veteran cultivators unleashed their seas of Qi. Their bodies seemed to be on fire as they fled for their lives.
Lu Zhou grunted. He leaped into the air with his avatar.
At this moment, the Nine-leaf Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar was like a human-shaped sun, illuminating the surrounding 100 miles.
All the cultivators within a hundred miles raised their heads and looked in the direction of Golden Court Mountain … Some were surprised, some were shocked.
Even further away, he could only see a blurry light, but he didn't know what shocking thing had happened.
Lu Zhou summoned Unnamed and transformed it into a bow.
His movements were as smooth as flowing water. He held the bow with his left hand and pulled the string with his right.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
An endless stream of energy arrows sailed through the air.
"A Nine-leaf Godly Archer!"
Hua Yuexing stared at the pavilion master who was firing the energy arrows.
Who would not want to witness the glory of a Nine-leaf cultivator?
Hua Yuexing was a Godly Archer with outstanding talent and comprehension. Even without a master, she reached the Three-leaf stage by herself. For such a genius, once she had a great teacher to guide her, even if it was just a single path, it would be of great help to her. This was what Hua Yuexing felt at this moment. Was this what a Nine-leaf Godly Archer looked like?
She tried hard to imprint the scene in front of her into her mind.
This would be her goal in the future.
The energy arrows hit the elder-level cultivators who were burning their seas of Qi with unerring accuracy.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
They rained down one after another.
"This … is the Nine-leaf stage?"
This was what most cultivators thought before they died.
The nine shining golden lotus leaves and the huge avatar swept across the entire battlefield.
In his peak state, Lu Zhou used his Primal Qi without restraint.
His avatar kept flashing as he unleashed his grand techniques. At the same time, he looked at the time.
He still had more than half of his avatar left.
The might of a Nine-leaf cultivator had exceeded his expectations. It made sense that he was able to defeat most of the seven great sects in such a short time.
However, Lu Zhou had a feeling that there were rats lurking in the shadows.
'Could it be … the Nine-leaf stage is too flashy?'
Lu Zhou waved his arm.
He retracted his Nine-leaf avatar.
His body was as light as a feather as he landed slowly.
Even so, Lu Zhou could still feel the surging power in his body.
Every time he expended it, it would be instantly replenished.
…
Meanwhile.
In a valley 100 miles to the west of Golden Court Mountain.
The Zhencang Branch Master, Feng Qinghe, clutched his abdomen as he flew forward.
He was the only one from the seven great sects who managed to escape.
As for whether the others were still alive, he could not tell.
When he thought about his Nine-leaf avatar, he still felt a lingering fear.
'Why is it a Nine-leaf cultivator?
Why is it a f * cking Nine-leaf cultivator?! '
If he did not take advantage of the chaos to burn his sea of Qi and flee while Old Villain Ji was rampaging through the battlefield, he would have been a corpse a long time ago.
He looked in the direction of the valley. "One mile to go."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and ran forward.
One who survived a great disaster was bound to be blessed with good fortune.
"Sect Master! Wait for me! "
A voice suddenly rang from behind him.
Feng Qinghe was startled. He turned around abruptly and staggered backward. He sat limply on the ground as he looked at the disciple who was running toward him with widened eyes.
'This doesn't make sense!
There's someone as smart as me in the Zhencang Branch who managed to escape from hell? '
Feng Qinghe gulped when he saw the disciple running toward him.
As expected, it was a disciple of the Zhencang Branch.
Feng Qinghe sighed in relief as he asked, "How did you escape?"
"I … I played dead."
"Played dead? Then, you'd have to know how to breathe. Your cultivation base is at least in the Divine Court realm. Not bad, "Feng Qinghe praised the disciple. He did not have the time to gauge the disciple's cultivation base.
"S-sect master … Where are we going?"
"There's a backup plan I left in the valley one mile ahead." Feng Qinghe shook his head and sighed. "Alas, we won't be able to use it now. All our plans are for naught before a Nine-leaf cultivator."
"Huh? The Zhencang Branch is doomed?! "
"What are you saying?" Feng Qinghe frowned.
"S-sorry."
"After this, you'll be the pillar of the Zhencang Branch and the Grand Elder! Come, help me up, "Feng Qinghe said.
"Uh, I want to be the sect master," the disciple said.
"Hm?"
Feng Qinghe frowned slightly.
There were many people who would take advantage of the situation. Feng Qinghe had risen to his current position because he had his own schemes.
He stared at the disciple before him. He could not remember who this person was. Although the Zhencang Branch could not compare to the Yun, Tian, and Luo Sects, it was still a sect with thousands of members. It was impossible for him to remember all of them. In any case, many had died this time. He could not be as harsh as before.
"If you want to be the sect master, you must be qualified and strong enough." Feng Qinghe studied the disciple before him. "Help me up."
"Alright …"
The disciple stepped forward and helped him up.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Ri … Ri …" The disciple scratched his head. "I haven't decided yet."
Zing!
The instant Feng Qinghe helped him up, the Separation Hook slashed toward his chest with energy! Bam!
Feng Qinghe was pushed back by the sudden sneak attack. He flipped in the air. When his feet landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back.
Feng Qinghe's eyes widened as he looked at the Separation Hook that had flown out. He immediately determined its grade.
After a series of coughs, Feng Qinghe said in a deep voice,
"You're not a disciple of the Zhencang Branch?"
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