My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 524 - You Can’t Even Beat Me, and You’re Thinking of Challenging My Master?

Chapter 524: You Can’t Even Beat Me, and You’re Thinking of Challenging My Master?

The hidden cultivator looked at the meteor-like cloud-splitting chariot unblinking eyes, unwilling to miss even a single detail.
“It’s here.”
“It’s truly the Evil Sky Pavilion’s cloud-splitting chariot.”
“I’m scared. What if Old Villain Ji goes all Nine-leaf on us and kills?”
“Scram!”
There were some cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain as well.
When Lin Xin saw the cloud-splitting chariot, he was taken aback at first. Then, he said loudly, “Right on time. The others should stand back.”
“Understood.”
The Taixu Academy disciples retreated until they were off the round stone platform.
At this moment, Lin Xin was the only one left standing on the round stone platform.
The cloud-splitting chariot flew quickly. From the moment it appeared within everyone’s eyes, it took only a few brief moments before it arrived above Dangyang Peak.
Lin Xin sneered as he looked up and said, “Old Villain Ji, you’re finally here.”
Meanwhile, the cultivators hidden among the forest and at the foot of the mountain looked up eagerly.
The cloud-splitting chariot was silent as it hovered in the air. It was motionless as though it had been frozen in time.
“Old Villain Ji… Let me have a taste of your Nine-leaf power!” Lin Xin said. As soon as he finished speaking…
Whoosh!
A spear shadow shot out of the flying chariot. The spear shadow drew an arc in the air at lightning speed before it transformed into an energy spear.
Lin Xin said, displeased and smug, “Even without my protective energy, you can’t hurt me with this.” After all, the armor he was wearing was made by a Nine-leaf cultivator. The intricacy of the Formation veins on the armor was mind-boggling. He had studied the veins for an entire night and was convinced the armor was one of a kind. The special power could only be triggered by a Nine-leaf attack. Anything below that could hardly get a rise out of it. It was only natural that he disdained the spear.
Lin Xin held his ground and stood motionlessly.
When the spear’s tip was upon Lin Xin, it suddenly spun like an electric drill. With a final spurt, it pierced his armor.
“Sh*t!” Lin Xin reacted quickly. The instant his armor was pierced, he let out a burst of energy and sidestepped it. Alas, the Overlord Spear was too close to him. He did not manage to avoid getting his vital points pierced. The spear’s tip easily sliced through the side of his waist.
The battle ended just like that.
There was no Nine-leaf technique, no extravagant palm, or energy seals. There was no battle that shocked the world or made the gods and ghosts cry.
The onlookers from the various sects were stunned. They felt as repulsed as though they had been forcibly fed flies…
‘That’s it?’
Meanwhile, on the flying chariot, Duanmu Sheng had the same thought. He had gone all out when he attacked. He would never hold back when he attacked even if it was just his first move. He had thrown his Overlord Spear out with all his might, but he did not expect his spear to easily stab a great Eight-leaf elite. He looked at his palms in confusion as he thought to himself, ‘Did I unknowingly grow so strong while I was training all this time?’
Duanmu Sheng had hit an Eight-leaf cultivator with a single strike. Who would believe him if he told them this?
At the same time, Lin Xin lowered his head. His eyelids twitched.
The sun shone on his chest.
The Overlord Spear had pierced through his waist and was now embedded on the ground. Blood flowed down the Overlord Spear to its tip before eventually dripping on the round stone platform, looking like a river of blood. The heat from the sun dried the blood into a sticky mess.
‘H-how’s this possible?’ Lin Xin tore his clothes, removing them. There was no special armor. He only saw ordinary armor worn by ordinary soldiers.
‘A fake? This is a fake?’ Lin Xin’s eyes widened, and his lips trembled. He struck with his palm.
Bam!
The Overlord Spear was pushed out of his waist. He did not mind the two-fold damage he suffered as he forced the Overlord Spear out.
At this moment, Duanmu Sheng leaped off the flying chariot. He raised his hand and summoned the Overlord Spear back to him before he landed nimbly on the round platform.
On Dangyang Peak, the Evil Sky Pavilion’s Mister Third, Duanmu Sheng, wielded the Overlord Spear with a hand at an angle behind him as he looked at his opponent.
Lin Xin, after suffering two blows, staggered backward. He forcibly tapped his meridian points to keep himself from toppling over. Although he was getting old, an Eight-leaf cultivator was still an Eight-leaf cultivator.
Meanwhile, the onlookers were stunned.
After a long pause, Lin Xin pressed on his chest and mumbled, “I get it… I get it now…” He chuckled as he spoke.
“What do you get?” Duanmu Sheng pointed at Lin Xin from a distance.
“Everyone wants me to die. The Taixu Academy Elders, the disciples, and the Crown Prince… All of them want me dead.” Lin Xin laughed as though he had lost his mind.
Duanmu Sheng said, “You deserve to die, anyway.”
“Yes, I deserve to die!” Although Lin Xin had stopped his bleeding, the spear had injured his internal organs as well. He looked at the flying chariot as he said, “I want to talk to Old Villain Ji.”
After a short pause, Lu Zhou slowly rose to his feet on the flying chariot. He stood beside the helm and looked down at Lin Xin. “Lin Xin, what more do you have to say?”
When Lin Xin saw Lu Zhou, he felt invigorated. “I’ve never feared anyone in my life, but you, Ji Tiandao, might be the first. I do not wish to explain myself further…”
Lu Zhou placed his hands on his back and asked, “Nothing else?”
“If it’s possible, I’d like to exchange a few blows with you before I die!” Lin Xin unleashed a dense stream of Primal Qi. The Primal Qi grew denser. His aura was clearly different now. It was clear he had chosen to burn his sea of Qi. This was like a struggle before his death.
The onlookers were shocked by Lin Xin’s decision to burn his sea of Qi. From afar, he looked as though he was on fire. The fight had not even begun, but he was already burning his sea of Qi?
Lu Zhou said tonelessly, “You can’t even defeat my disciple, and you’re fantasizing about fighting me…”
“…”
Upon hearing Lu Zhou’s words, Lin Xin’s eyes widened as he stumbled a step back. Indeed. He could not even stop the old villain’s third disciple. What right did he have to fight the old villain?
Duanmu Sheng stepped forward fearlessly. He did not fear any Eight-leaf cultivator, let alone a heavily-injured one.
Lin Xin looked at Duanmu Sheng and said, “If it weren’t for this armor, you wouldn’t have had a chance.”
“The weak will only find excuses for themselves.” Duanmu Sheng suddenly stepped forward swiftly.
Thousands of spear shadows appeared.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
They stabbed Lin Xin.
“Get lost!”
Boom!
Duanmu Sheng was pushed back by the surging power. He rolled as he retreated.
An Eight-leaf cultivator was, indeed, powerful!
The moment Lin Xin let out a burst of Primal Qi, the wound on his waist suddenly tore and widened. He grunted in pain, causing his Primal Qi to scatter.
“Patriarch!” A figure rushed over.
Splat!
A cold light glinted in the sunlight as Lin Xin was slashed from his chest to his abdomen. His sea of Qi had been cut as well. His eyes widened as he looked at the figure who had rushed up to him. The person was smiling as he wielded a weapon that was neither a saber nor a hook. The weapon was densely wrapped in Primal Qi.
Meanwhile, the two Taixu Academy disciples did not move from their spots at all.
As the Taixu Academy’s Patriarch, throughout all the long years he had lived, Lin Xin had never felt as humiliated as he did at this moment. He felt as though he had played right into his enemies’ traps. Everything was a ploy.
“Despicable!” Lin Xin cursed.
“I’m sorry, cursing at me won’t help you survive… You can’t even beat me, and you’re thinking of challenging my master? Heh!”