My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 153 - : The Ten Shamans Have Arrived, Hold the Fort!

Chapter 153: The Ten Shamans Have Arrived, Hold the Fort!

When the Fiend Temple’s Ren Buping saw this, he was extremely shocked. “Luo Shisan can break through the Ten Shamans’ ward?” Meanwhile, the Fiend Temple’s Third Seat had reached his side without him noticing it.
“Sect Master.”
“Duan Xing? You arrived just in time!” Ren Buping said joyfully.
“I traveled on a mount with Senior Sword Saint. Fortunately, we made it in time… I’ve coordinated with Wu Sheng before this. This ward won’t restrict anyone from the Fiend Temple,” Duan Xing said.
“Wonderful.” Ren Buping felt completely at ease. He stared at Sword Saint Luo Shisan’s shocking sword strike.
Luo Shisan was the brother of Luo Changqing, one of the three great Sword Freaks. However, Luo Shisan rose to fame early on and earned the title of Sword Saint. He had been focused on his cultivation all these years. Although Luo Changqing’s reputation superseded his, there was no need to doubt his strength.
This sudden change shocked everyone.
Mingshi Yin had to man the helm and could not leave… If he made a move, the cloud-splitting chariot would certainly fall. Little Yuan’er was only in the Divine Court realm. She could not fight against a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm elite. This was the case for Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng as well. There was no need to mention the other female cultivators. Duanmu Sheng was advancing on the Ten Shamans. He was occupied for the time being and could not return to support him.
“Elder Hua!”
There was only one man who could save Hua Wudao. That man was Lu Zhou.
“Master!” Although Mingshi Yin did not like Hua Wudao very much, he was still a member of the Evil Sky Pavilion. If something happened to him, it was the same as the Evil Sky Pavilion being slapped on the face!
Lu Zhou’s hands remained on his back. Something faint glimmered in his wizened hands. An item card appeared. Just when he was about to make his move…
Hua Wudao spoke, “Please, stand back, Pavilion Master!”
‘He can still withstand it?’
The eight huge scripts suddenly enlarged to twice their sizes.
Seemingly at the same time…
Bam!
The sword stabbed the Six Compatible Daoist Seal.
Bzzt!
Hua Wudao’s eyes burned with anger. “Luo Shisan!”
“Traitor!” Luo Shisan’s eyes were also flaming with anger.
When their eyes met, it seemed as though they had both met their arch enemy!
The others were shocked.
The Six Compatible Seal was so powerful. While it was resisting the attacks from the Ten Shamans’ purple rain, it could still defend against the Sword Saint’s sudden attack! Just how powerful was Hua Wudao?
The silver hair on Luo Shisan’s wizened body was ruffled by the wind. He was kept at bay outside the Six Compatible Seal.
The item card in Lu Zhou’s palm disappeared. He looked at Luo Shisan indifferently. He was in no hurry to make a move. He was still waiting for the most suitable opportunity. Naturally, a Deadly Strike Card could kill Luo Shisan, but he had to be careful of his usage and had to conserve as many cards as he could. This was even more true for the Peak Trial Cards.
There were the Ten Shamans, Ren Buping, Luo Shisan, Duan Xing, and Mo Li who could be secretly watching at this moment. There were also the elites that the various forces brought. There were too many potential enemies. If he used his item cards without planning, he would only be able to react passively to the battle.
Fortunately, Hua Wudao was powerful enough. His voice rang in the air clearly. “Luo Shisan, I’ve resigned from the position of an elder a long time ago. How dare you call me a traitor?”
“You barely left the sect when you joined the Evil Sky Pavilion! Hua Wudao… how’s that different from being a traitor?” Luo Shisan looked at the huge flying chariot that the Six Compatible Seal defended and felt a fresh surge of anger fill his chest. He spoke in a deep voice, “There’s no use wasting words. I’m here on the sect master’s order to clean up the mess!”
Bzzt!
The sword shook! It was now wrapped in energy.
The leader of the Ten Shamans, Wu Xian, saw Luo Shisan as well. Perhaps, it was because he was possessing Wu Sheng, he instinctively knew Luo Shishan was not an enemy.
Wu Xian glanced at the ten light circles on the ground. The absorption of power was almost complete. The Ten Shamans’ powers were almost at their maximum.
It was almost time for the decisive battle!
Wu Xian raised his hand again, his red robes flapped in the wind. His hair was ruffled by the wind as well. “Yarrow Divination!”
Pray, praise, sacrifice, and Yarrow Divination.
The dark area darkened even more. It was as though the entire world had been plunged into darkness.
“All of you, fall back!” Hua Wudao felt the pressure mounting on himself. There was a strong gale that buffeted the Six Compatible Seal with the purple rain.
Lu Zhou made no move. The more chaotic it was, the calmer he had to be.
Luo Shisan’s voice reached them. “Thirteen Swords!” His sword split into thirteen blades! This was the consummate skill which he was famous for! That was how he obtained the title of Sword Saint Luo Shisan.
Whizz!
Thirteen energy blades materialized and shot toward Hua Wudao.
The Six Compatible Seal was indeed powerful. However, it was still a defensive move. It would forever be like a punching bag.
Bam!
The ‘fire’ script was the first to shatter.
Hua Wudao’s expression changed.
The Ten Shamans’ corrosive power was too powerful. Fortunately, they were not skilled in melee combat like Duanmu Sheng. Also, about half of them were tasked with auxiliary witchcraft. If that were not the case, Hua Wudao would not have been able to hold out until now. He was helpless as he looked at the thirteen incoming energy blades.
Lu Zhou waved his arm and said in a deep voice, “Ganging up on a single person. Unacceptable!” A cluster of dark blue light shot out from his palm.
Everyone’s attention turned to Lu Zhou immediately. How could they not be interested in the actions of the Grand Master of the Evil Sky Pavilion?
Luo Shisan suddenly realized he had made a mistake. With the Ten Shamans’ support, he was confident of his victory over Hua Wudao. He was so focused on Hua Wudao that he had overlooked this unassuming old man with weak Primal Qi. This old man whose hair had not turned completely white was Ji Tiandao, the Evil Sky Pavilion’s patriarch?
The dark blurry light shot toward Luo Shishan past the dark space.
“Thunderblast?”
Ren Buping saw this as well. He said in shock, “The Evil Sky Pavilion’s eighth disciple, Zhu Honggong, is skilled in the Nine Tribulations Thunderblast, not the actual Thunderblast. How did Ji Tiandao master such a pure Thunderblast?”
Duan Xing frowned. ‘Did he really impersonate a Buddhist grandmaster?’ After the incident at the Green Jade Altar, the Righteous Sect had complained to the Fiend Temple about this at every opportunity they had. Because of this fallout, the Righteous Sect and the Fiend Temple no longer had any contact. Initially, he did not believe it. However, now that he was witnessing this with his own eyes, he was shocked.
The Thunderblast suddenly burst forth with a bolt of lightning. It looked like a bolt of lightning from the heavens!
Boom!
It struck Luo Shisan! The thirteen energy blades vanished. Luo Shisan reeled from the attack.
Lu Zhou shook his head. ‘What terrible luck! Only the repel probability was triggered. This hit did not do him any damage. 100 merit points wasted. Should I use more of them?’ In the end, he decided against it. He continued to look for an opening instead.
Hua Wudao sighed in relief when Lu Zhou unleashed his skill. He was much more confident now. “Thank you, Pavilion Master.”
“It’s nothing.”
Duanmu Sheng could not stand this anymore. The energy around his Overlord Spear crackled as he charged toward the Ten Shamans. He spun his arm 180 degrees. Spear shadows appeared and shot toward the Ten Shamans like a fan.
Wu Xian said coldly, “Get lost.”
The Ten Shamans erupted with a peculiar purplish Qi at the same time. The purplish Qi wrapped around the Primal Qi and condensed into energy that flicked the Overlord Spear away.
Bam!
Duanmu Sheng reeled back! He was no match for them.
The Ten Shamans were insanely powerful.
The ten light circles on the ground were constantly providing the Ten Shamans with power… Clearly, the Ten Shamans’ strength was still growing!
When Ren Buping saw this, he was filled with awe. He hastily reminded, “Lord Wu Xian, show no mercy! Time is of the essence. Don’t give them any chance!”
The Ten Shamans were aware of this as well. The Grand Predecessor Formation could only last for half an hour at most. The problem was it took time to cast witchcraft spells.
Pray, praise, and sacrifice were processes that needed time.
The Six Compatible Seal was teetering perilously under the continuous onslaught of purple rain.
Once the Ten Shamans’ witchcraft spell took form, there was no way the Six Compatible Seal could withstand it.
At this moment, Little Yuan’er hurriedly approached Mingshi Yin. “Fourth Senior Brother, I’ll man the helm. You should go…”
“Alright!” Mingshi Yin leaped out.
Little Yuan’er was no ordinary Divine Court realm cultivator! When Mingshi Yin left, she channeled her Primal Qi to keep the flying chariot afloat. When there was the need for it, she would steer the flying chariot and leave the Grand Formation!
Szzt! Szzt! Szzt!
The sounds of the purple raindrops changed as well.
“Their spell is almost complete!”
After Luo Shisan was repelled, he looked at Lu Zhou who was standing on the flying chariot in shock. He turned to look at Wu Xian. “Lord Wu Xian, give me a hand!”
Wu Xian waved his arm expressionlessly.
The purple raindrops in the skies gathered and shot toward the Six Compatible Seal.
“Look out! I’ll help you!” Mingshi Yin moved at lightning speed.