My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 1825 - Great Dao’s Heart (1)

Lu Zhou checked the Hourglass of Time. Within that specific period, he had eliminated roughly 100 Templars. These Templars possessed the might of a supreme being now. Though their understanding of the laws didn't match a supreme being's, wiping them all out in one attack proved far from simple.

Ming Xin towered over everyone from the heavens, dominating all like a deity commanding the battlefield with effortless assurance. He declared, “You claimed to have visited the Great Maelstrom multiple times. Yet, 100,000 years have flown by. How could I visit it just once?”

After all, the Great Stone of Natural Law, the Scales of Justice, and various other sacred relics originated from the Great Maelstrom.

Lu Zhou responded, “No wonder your growth exploded over these 100,000 years. No wonder you dare to reshape this place with the laws of heaven and earth. But do you truly believe you can beat me?”

Ming Xin shot back, “I’ll need to test it to know. However, honorable Unholy One, I fear you can’t even handle the Scales of Justice, much less my other treasures.”

Lu Zhou’s icy stare swept over the Sacred Temple’s cultivators before he uttered, “Are mindless sheep fit to battle me?”

Hearing this, Ming Xin snarled in fury, “Weren’t you just like that at Grand Mystic Mountain? Why can only you command others, but not me? Why could you probe the shackles and ignore countless lives, but I’m forbidden?”

Ming Xin then flung his arms wide.

The web formed by the Towers of Heaven’s law power instantly tightened, and the Sacred Region’s quakes eased a bit.

“Ever since I claimed supremacy in the Great Void, the world enjoyed 100,000 years of peace. Folks in the Great Void reveled in song and dance. No wars raged, no calamities struck… Why could your time shine with glory and abundance, but not mine?!”

The Templars deeply echoed Ming Xin’s sentiments. To them, without the Unholy One’s return shattering the balance, their idyllic peaceful existence wouldn’t have vanished.

Lu Zhou retorted, “You’re quibbling once more.” He jabbed a finger toward the Sacred Region below and continued, “Your so-called glory and prosperity rest on the shadows cast over myriad lives. Countless humans lost homes, fierce beasts perished, all unable to endure the gloom and moisture. Across the immense Unknown Land, merely Great Abyss Land caught scant sunlight. For that sliver of light, you forced the entire Feather tribe to utter extinction, just to sustain your exalted Sacred Region?”

Ming Xin bellowed, “Heaven decreed their fate. It’s got nothing to do with me!”

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“I rebelled against the heavens, battling to shatter fate’s grip. You obeyed heaven’s mandate, pursuing selfish gains. The world brands me demon, yet to me, you’re the real wicked demon!” Lu Zhou stressed ‘wicked’ sharply.

This verbal clash thickened the battlefield’s tension.

Ming Xin saw no value in debating further. He proclaimed, “Unholy One, embrace your doom!” Then, facing the Templars, he boomed, “The demon calls our golden age a sham, labels us true demons! Thus, we must perish and let the Sacred Region crumble! What say you all?”

These words ignited the Templars’ rage. They roared as one, “We’ll fight to the death alongside our lord against the demon, safeguarding the Sacred Region’s prosperity!”

Lu Zhou ignored them entirely. He gazed upward at the ten light pillars. His eyes shifted to the projection, revealing his ten bound disciples and the endless cultivators still offering themselves up in the nine domains. The chasm between weak and strong stood stark. At last, Lu Zhou intoned flatly, “As you wish.”

With that, Lu Zhou’s divine mark robe billowed wildly. Azure lightning crackled, enveloping his form. His striking blue eyes mesmerized, blue arcs even dancing in his hair.

Though the Templars brimmed with zeal and supreme power, they couldn’t suppress an instinctive retreat now. Deep-seated terror etched in their bones couldn’t vanish with mere rallying cries.

Swoosh!

Lu Zhou surged before Ming Xin.

Ming Xin dodged direct clash, vanishing in a flash. Simultaneously, the Great Stone of Natural Law soared skyward, bolstering the unyielding net. Then, he commanded, “Kill!”

The Templars summoned their avatars and rushed at Lu Zhou. They encircled him before unleashing their strikes.

Lu Zhou regarded the Templars with icy disdain. It mattered little if he held back, but once he acted, the world would surely tremble in awe. He declared, “I’ll grant you your wish!”

Buzz!

A golden lotus unfurled beneath Lu Zhou’s feet as he flung the Hourglass of Time forth once more. Divine Dao power surged out, with the law of time bearing down to suppress every Templar.

Sun disks, moon disks, and star disks then blossomed across the heavens. Blue electric arcs cloaked the nine light disks as well.

For the first time, Lu Zhou infused the light disks with pure divine Dao power. The interplay of gold and blue hues left the Templars gripped by sheer terror.

The other cultivators in the Sacred Region shared their horror.

“As expected of the Unholy One! Since ancient times, he’s probably the only one who has such a unique move!”

“It’s said that the Unholy One devoted his life to breaking the shackles and studying the essence of heaven and earth. I’m afraid ordinary laws are useless against him.”

Someone retorted aggressively, “Stop praising the enemy and lowering your allies’ morale! He wants to destroy our Sacred Region! Not only is he a demon, but he’s also our enemy!”

“That’s right! What gives him the right to stand high above us? Why does he have a say in whether we get to live in this prosperous place or not?!”

All the rational voices were drowned out by those with anger and hostility.

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Back in the sky.

The nine light disks brimming with the world’s purest energy shot outward in every direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Templars raised their astrolabes as shields, yet the overwhelming power still hurled them through the air.