My disciples are all villains.

Chu Nan bowed. "You've traveled far. It's only natural for the Luo Sect to treat you with hospitality. May I be so bold as to offer my service to entertain you throughout your stay?" Naturally, he did not want to offend these people.

Leng Luo's appearance had already shocked the others.

Unfortunately, Leng Luo was like Mingshi Yin. They did not like convoluted, elaborate, and superficial pleasantries. He said in a deep voice, "I'll say this again, you have no right to speak to the pavilion master."

Chu Nan was slightly stunned. He was the Luo Sect's Grand Elder, after all. To think that Leng Luo would refuse him. "The patriarch is cultivating in seclusion. He's not receiving guests!"

As the Third Elder, Lu Ping felt that he had the right to speak up. He could not stand this any longer. He said loudly, "Grand Elder, please ask the patriarch to come out from seclusion! This is an important matter, and it's not a joke!"

Boom!

Chu Nan launched a palm seal. The palm seal was extremely fierce and quick as it shot toward Lu Ping.

Lu Ping started with a jump. He did not expect the Grand Elder to lash out at his own people. He raised his arms.

Bam!

There was a clash of energies.

Lu Ping gave a muffled grunt as he fell down. His face was ghastly pale. He was no match for the Grand Elder. This move alone had determined that the Grand Elder was superior

"Shut your mouth… Just keep your eyes peeled," Chu Nan spat. Then, he turned back to face Leng Luo with a smile on his face. "I'm sorry. The young are often ignorant of proper etiquette. That was an embarrassing display, Senior Leng." Judging by his attitude, he was keeping up a polite façade while hiding barbs in his words.

"Wow, I'm impressed," Mingshi Yin said mockingly.

Chu Nan looked at Mingshi Yin on the cloud-splitting chariot and said, "This is a conversation between seniors. Juniors have no place here." The statement was clearly filled with thorns. Not only was he reprimanding Lu Ping, but he was taking a jab at Mingshi Yin as well.

Mingshi Yin was about to launch into a fit of rage when Leng Luo raised his right arm.

Mingshi Yin calmed down and decided to see what was going to happen.

Leng Luo stepped forward and spoke with a deep voice, "You like to bully your juniors?"

"What do you mean, Elder Leng?"

"When I was roaming the lands, you were still inside your mother's womb…"

Whizz!

An Eight-leaf avatar materialized.

The instant it appeared, the eight leaves on the Golden Lotus spun swiftly… This resembled a roulette spinning underwater. Energy rippled out from it like water droplets. It vanished within a breath.

Chu Nan was standing the closest to it so he took the brunt of the impact and was sent flying back. All it took was a small display of strength. A fearful expression could be seen on Chu Nan's face now.

"An Eight-leaf avatar!"

"Why would Leng Luo stay in the Evil Sky Pavilion when he has such a profound cultivation base?"

The elders on the holy land could not wrap their minds around this. They were more surprised and worried than anything else. Chu Nan was only at the Seven-leaf stage, let alone the Second Elder, Shan Yunzheng, who was only at the Six-leaf stage. They were no match for an Eight-leaf opponent. There was no need to mention the others.

With that display of strength, nobody dared to stand up against Leng Luo.

For some unknown reason, Lu Ping felt some of his indignance lessened.

Leng Luo said in a deep voice, "The Evil Sky Pavilion is only here to reminisce… Don't make me attack."

The holy land was as silent as a graveyard. The atmosphere was slightly tense and cold.

Nobody dared to step forward to face an Eight-leaf cultivator.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

At this moment, several figures appeared in the air above the holy land. They came in small groups. Some of them were standing on their swords while others were stepping on oddly-shaped weapons. There were also those who came on the backs of beasts. Gradually, they began to fill the sky.

The newcomers were dressed in three different robes. There were long white robes and long green robes.

"The people of the Yun Sect and Tian Sect are here." Chu Nan calmed down and leveled himself with the others.

"The Luo Sect's Chu Nan welcomes the elders of the Yun and Tian Sects."

The disciples with weaker cultivation bases hovered in the air and awaited their orders.

The elders of the Yun and Tian Sects walked on air. They cupped their fists at each other as a form of greeting. Then, they turned to face the Evil Sky Pavilion's cloud-splitting chariot. It was an impressive lineup. They had the numbers after all. Clearly, the Luo Sect had made ample preparations.

Lu Zhou who was on the flying chariot did not seem worried at all. He only wanted to see Yun Tianluo. He had expected Yun Tianluo would not easily show himself. Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao were more than enough to deal with these people. There was no need for him to do anything.

The Deadly Strike Card was now sold at 3,000 merit points apiece. He had two cards in his stock. It was a losing deal no matter how he used it. He could only use the Heavenly Writing power thrice. If they were to fight to the death, the Evil Sky Pavilion would be in a pinch. After all, Leng Luo and Pan Litian's cultivation bases were not completely recovered yet. Therefore, it was best to just intimidate them.

"Yun Sect's Grand Elder, Zhao Ji offers his greetings." Zhao Ji of the Yun Sect cupped his fists.

"Yun Sect's Second Elder Sun Hong offers his greetings."

"Yun Sect's Sixth Elder… Ding… D-ding Fanqiu offers his greetings." Ding Fanqiu's confidence was clearly lacking.

Mingshi Yin waved at Ding Fanqiu. "Hey, we meet again, Ding Fanqiu! I see you've put on some weight since we last met."

Ding Fanqiu was speechless. When he recalled having impersonated Ji Tiandao at Measure Heaven River, he felt awkward, and his wizened face turned red from embarrassment. With the actual person here, he could not bring himself to act haughtily.

"Tian Sect's Grand Elder, Fang Wenxian, offers his greetings." An elder from the Tian Sect was here as well.

The others were all disciples. However, that was enough. With these numbers, they would not be too weak.

Moreover, the Luo Sect's holy land was equipped with Formations and barriers. They were confident enough to engage the Evil Sky Pavilion in a discussion.

Chu Nan rose and faced Leng Luo as he said, "Please stay your anger, Senior Leng. The elders of the Yun and Tian Sects are here… The pavilion master can say whatever it is he wants to say to me."

As soon as Chu Nan finished speaking, something flew out from the flying chariot. It was light and small.

All the elders were elite, therefore, they had exceptionally keen eyesight. They were shocked by what they saw...

"A gourd?"

The ordinary-looking gourd that flew out looked shabby as it hurtled toward Chu Nan.

Chu Nan found this strange as well. He was baffled. He cursed inwardly, 'The Fiend Path is the Fiend Path, after all. Littering on the holy land. Just look at their terrible character.' He waved his hand as a blast of energy hit the gourd.

Swoosh!

The gourd was not repelled. It continued on its trajectory toward Chu Nan. It moved slowly as though it was a feather.

"Hm?" At this moment, Chu Nan finally felt something was amiss. He raised his hand again. This time, he did not send out a blast of energy but sent out an energy seal instead. A palm seal flew out.

Bam!

The palm seal collided with the gourd bottle. The gourd bottle started spinning and increased in speed…

'Darn it! It's a weapon!' Chu Nan raised both palms and launched a series of palm seals.

"Too late." There was a sigh from the cloud-splitting chariot.

The gourd bottle suddenly burst forth with golden radiance!

It turned into a golden gourd bottle as it dove toward Chu Nan.

Chu Nan could not react in time as he was hammered by the gourd bottle from above.

Boom!

Chu Nan took the brunt of the blow. He fell.

Bam!

He crashed onto the limestone floor. A human-shaped dent was left on the floor.

"Elder!"

"Grand Elder!"

Everyone else was shocked.

Meanwhile, Pan Litian floated out of the flying chariot. He seemed to be drunk and tired. He spoke in a clear voice, "You useless mob. Know your place… I'm not Leng Luo who only knows how to dodge."

Burpp!

Pan Litian burped loudly and added in an equally loud voice, "My gourd bottle can be fatal."