My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 430: If I Could Turn Back Time To When I Was Young

Pan Litian’s palms shone with a golden light before it quickly turned red like molten iron. He held the tip of Feng Liu’s sword tightly between his palms. Their Primal Qis and energies battle it out and buzzed loudly.

The golden gourd bottle continued to parry the incoming energy arrows above their heads as loud crashes rang in their ears.

Pan Litian stomped his feet to stabilize himself. He stopped moving backward as Primal Qi erupted from his body.

Bam!

Feng Liu was pushed backward by the sudden blast of energy. His sword flew into the air. He somersaulted a few times before he landed on his feet again. At this moment, he looked at Pan Litian fearfully. His arms had gone numb from this exchange, and he felt a pain in his chest as his blood essence roiled in his body. As the saying went, ‘A starving and emaciated camel is still larger than a horse’.

At the same time, the wine gourd bottle fell into Pan Litian’s palm.

Whizz!

Shining golden energy wrapped around Pan Litian, completely keeping the incoming energy arrows at bay. Since he possessed a heaven-grade weapon, the sword path elites around him did not dare to recklessly make a move. They only circled in the air, looking for an opening.

“Your cultivation base hasn’t recovered yet, and you’re heavily wounded. However, you’re able to hold for so long. I’m impressed.” Feng Liu’s gaze was lively.

Pan Litian shook his wine gourd bottle. Unfortunately, it was empty. He had no more wine to drink. “Boring.”

“It’ll get interesting in a moment!” Feng Liu waved his arm again. The dozen or so sword path cultivators dove with their swords.

“Really?” Pan Litian hurled his wine gourd bottle out again. The gourd bottle shone even more blindingly than before.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The cultivators were sent flying back. However, the energy arrows did not relent.

“In any case, you won’t be able to last long.”

Script seals sailed in the air again like fluttering butterflies.

The cultivators from Zhencang Branch disciples surrounded Pan Litian on all sides. They kept making hand signs and condensing their Qis. Script seals and energy seals began to cordon off the area around Pan Litian.

“Script Seal Formation!”

Script seals more powerful than the previous ones flew toward Pan Litian.

Pan Litian’s gourd bottle kept the script seals at bay. It flew at a greater speed. At this moment, he began to cough.

Upon seeing this, an expression of joy appeared on the Zhencang Branch disciples’ faces.

This was their chance!

“Go!”

A circle of cultivators advanced with their script seals.

Pan Litian shouted, “Thoroughly Drunk!”

When the script seal descended, the wine gourd bottle suddenly unleashed dozens of energy seals. Every energy seal was shaped like the wine gourd bottle as they shot in all directions.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

‘Wine gourd bottle seals?’ Feng Liu frowned slightly. He looked at Pan Litian who was at the center of the pincer attack with a grave expression.

At this moment, Pan Litian vanished from sight. He ricocheted through the surroundings like a flitting phantom.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Two cultivators reeled back. They spat out mouthfuls of blood and died on the spot.

The script seals kept flying toward Pan Litian and landed on the wine gourd bottle energy seals. The collision of energies made the air in the surroundings violently turbulent.

Pan Litian moved as though he was drunk. He tottered and crashed onto someone or something, a wine gourd bottle energy seal would attack in coordination.

For a time, both sides were engaged in an intense battle.

Feng Liu rose into the air and shouted, “Hold him down!” He knew Pan Litian had internal injuries. There would be no problem so long as they could hold him down.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The script seals were attacking with a much higher frequency.

Feng Liu kept his eyes on the flitting Pan Litian.

“Avatar!”

Whizz!

A Hundred Tribulations Insight with six leaves appeared in the air.

The others summoned their avatars as well. It seemed as though the entire forest was on fire.

The instant Feng Liu summoned his avatar, he looked at Pan Litian’s moving figure and said, “Now!” His sword sailed through the air. With his avatar in tow, he made a beeline for Pan Litian with his sword before him.

Pan Litian instantly felt a chill on his back and turned around.

“Break!” Feng Liu yelled.

Pan Litian instinctively moved his wine gourd bottle energy seal in front of him.

Bam!

This time, Pan Litian was sent flying back. However, he did not fly too far back, and the altitude was not too high. He landed on the ground with a thud.

The script seals and wine gourd bottle energy seals vanished.

The entire place fell silent.

The disciples of the Zhencang Branch looked down from the skies at Pan Litian, who fell on the ground.

Feng Liu’s attack had successfully landed!

Pan Litian lay on the ground as he looked up into the sky. He felt the lump in his chest threatening to escape. He gave a strange, guttural laugh. It was not as if he could not block Feng Liu’s attack, his reflexes merely could not keep up. He had sufficient experience, knowledge, and skills to counter it... Alas, he still could not keep up.

“Accept your fate, old senior...” Feng Liu landed. His sword was in his right hand as he walked toward Pan Litian.

Pan Litian chuckled. He supported his weight with his hands and sat up with great difficulty. “To think that Feng Qinghe taught a disciple like you.”

Feng Liu did not miss the barb in Pan Litian’s words. He raised his hand and sent a hand seal toward Pan Litian.

The hand seal landed on Pan Litian.

Bam!

Pan Litian defended himself by crossing his arms. He slid backward.

Feng Liu smiled. “The first elite of the Clarity Sect, Pan Litian? You’re nothing.”

Pan Litian launched into another coughing fit. Blood trickled down the edge of his lips.

Someone from the side said, “Eldest Senior Brother, let’s not waste words with him. The branch master has told us to finish this as quickly as possible.”

“There’s no need to rush. I’ve never fought an elite such as him before. He’s an Eight-leaf cultivator...” Feng Liu smiled, clearly feeling pleased with himself.

Everyone desired to be respected, to be an elite feared and revered by all.

When Feng Liu saw Pan Litian make no attempt to get up, he raised his hand again and launched another hand seal.

Bam!

Pan Litian slid backward again.

“Senior... Please don’t hold back. I’ve always wanted to witness your glorious strength,” Feng Liu said mockingly as he launched another hand seal.

Bam!

Pan Litian flew backward again!

Feng Liu continued moving forward in this manner while pushing Pan Litian back with his hand seals.

“See? This is the so-called Eight-leaf expert...” Feng Liu reveled in this feeling of trampling on an expert.

Perhaps, Feng Liu was taking too long. One of the disciples called out again, “Eldest Senior Brother, we can’t afford to dally any longer.”

Feng Liu nodded. His gaze grew colder.

At this moment, the Zhencang Branch disciples surrounded Feng Liu in the air. They looked down at Pan Litian who was lying on the ground.

Feng Liu said, “Old senior... If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for picking the wrong side.” He raised his sword and wrapped his energy around it, causing the sword to vibrate.

Pan Litian suddenly launched into another violent coughing fit. His chest rose and fell heavily. This released the lump in his chest as he spat out blood. After that, he laughed as he looked at the Zhencang Branch disciples who were looking down at him. He looked at the starry sky and many glorious scenes from days of old flashed before him. He saw himself as a young man full of mettle. He continued to laugh. His laughter rang deafeningly in the air. All of a sudden, he slammed his palms on the ground. “If I could turn back time and become a young man again, I’d wipe those smirks off your faces...”

All of a sudden, Primal Qi surged from his dantian’s sea of Qi and condensed into energy swords that shot in all directions! The energy swords charged toward the cultivators like a storm.

“This is bad! Retreat!” Feng Liu’s eyes widened as he summoned his avatar and retreated as quickly as he could.

The Zhencang Branch disciples retreated as well.

Pan Litian’s gaze was sharp. He summoned his avatar as his energy swords surrounded him. Eight-leaf Golden Lotus, the Hundred Tribulations Insight! With one hand tightly gripping the golden gourd bottle, his eyes were fixed on the retreating Feng Liu!

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