My disciples are all villains.

Wu Sheng turned to look at Mingshi Yin who was standing at the helm. He wore an innocent expression on his face as he said, "Formation? I'm afraid I don't understand."

Lu Zhou shook his head and sighed before he said, "Duanmu Sheng, since they don't know what we're talking about, enlighten them…"

"Yes, master!" Duanmu Sheng was overjoyed. He brandished his Overlord Spear as he leaped off the flying chariot.

When Lu Zhou saw the chairs prepared by his disciples, he motioned to Hua Wudao to take a seat. "Please."

"Thank you."

Both of them were seated at the helm as they watched the battle in the air.

Wu Sheng did not expect the Evil Sky Pavilion would strike without warning. At this moment, he knew the Ten Shamans' descendants' plan had been exposed so he quickly said, "Retreat!"

The 30 red-robed cultivators fell back in the air. Their formation was scattered.

Duanmu Sheng, with his Overlord Spear in hand, made a beeline for Wu Sheng and Wu Guan.

Thousand Waves!

Wu Sheng frowned slightly. He raised his arms.

Bam!

A faint purplish light circle appeared before Wu Sheng and parried the spear shadows. 

Both parties reeled from their first exchange.

'As expected of a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm witchcraft cultivator!'

Wu Sheng and Wu Guan hovered in front while the remaining 28 red-robed cultivators kept their distance. Currently, both their attitudes were completely different from when they were in the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Wu Sheng straightened his back and said, "I was sincere when I visited the Evil Sky Pavilion. Since the Evil Sky Pavilion is being unreasonable, I have no choice but to defend myself."

Little Yuan'er who was standing on the edge of the flying chariot was incensed when she heard this. She cursed, "Shameless! Third Senior Brother, hit him!"

Duanmu Sheng did not bother wasting words with this person, his temper flaring up. They were clearly scheming against the Evil Sky Pavilion, and yet, they were acting so righteous. He spun his Overlord Spear, and the Primal Qi around him stirred. The Overlord Spear was wrapped in energy as he launched rapid attacks at his opponent.

The Divine One Spear Technique, Thousand Waves!

Thousands of spear shadows shot toward his target.

Wu Sheng and Wu Guan made hand seals at the same time. Two faint purplish light circles appeared and merged into a shield that protected them from Duanmu Sheng's attacks.

Boom!

Both sides reeled from the exchange again.

However, Duanmu Sheng did not stop.

Their fight intensified.

The low-level cultivators near Tangzi Town did not dare to come close. They only watched from afar.

Hua Wudao praised, "Duanmu Sheng wields a heaven-grade weapon and can fight against two opponents at the same time. He's truly fierce and brave."

Lu Zhou shook his head. He was not pleased. Duanmu Sheng's cultivation base had just recently sprouted a leaf. Who knew how long this battle would drag on if they kept this up? However, there was no doubt such a battle could help temper Duanmu Sheng and force him to grow rapidly

The intense battle went on for a moment longer.

At this moment, a low buzzing sound came from Tangzi Town's direction.

The people on the cloud-splitting chariot looked in the direction of the sound

Behind Tangzi Town, a black dragon chariot that was slightly smaller than the cloud-splitting chariot was slowly approaching.

It parted the clouds as it flew over Tangzi Town. It was neither quick nor slow. It was not flying at a high altitude either.

However, what struck fear into the onlookers' hearts was the roughly 400 Brahman Sea realm cultivators flanking the black dragon chariot as they floated over.

"The Fiend Temple!"

The townspeople ran into their homes and bolted their doors. These were villains who were wicked beyond redemption. Who would dare to remain outside? Apart from that, many low-level cultivators fled from the town as well.

Lu Zhou's expression remained calm. Although the Fiend Temple's black flying chariot was not as impressive as his cloud-splitting chariot, the 400 Brahman Sea realm and several Divine Court realm cultivators, and the buzzing sound from the cultivators' input of Primal Qi stifled those who were in its presence.

This was made evident by the townspeople's reactions.

When the black dragon chariot entered his sight, Duanmu Sheng retreated in the air. Under his control, the Overlord Spear sent Wu Sheng and Wu Guan flying back even though they were unharmed.

Whizz!

The black dragon chariot slowly came to a halt before a deep voice rang from the black dragon chariot.

"Old Senior Ji, long time no see." Ren Buping sauntered into view. His expression was flippant, and his hair was slightly disheveled. He had deep-set eyes. This person had the highest authority in the Fiend Temple, the first seat of Fiend Temple.

Their eyes met.

When Lu Zhou remembered what Ren Buping used to look like, he casually remarked, "You've grown old."

Ren Buping bowed and said, "Compared to Old Senior Ji, it's nothing. It won't be a problem for me to live for several more centuries,"

"I disagree. You won't be able to live past today." In Lu Zhou's eyes, Ren Buping was a dead man walking. Since the Fiend Temple had provoked the Evil Sky Pavilion repeatedly, Ren Buping's fate had been sealed.

Ren Buping chuckled and said, "Old Senior Ji… You've truly grown old… Don't you think something is strange here?"

Lu Zhou was in no hurry. He said calmly, "Do enlighten me."

Wu Sheng floated upward and drew level with Lu Zhou. "I was genuinely sincere when I visited the Evil Sky Pavilion. However, the Evil Sky Pavilion is too overbearing. I had no choice but to use this method to draw all of you here."

Duanmu Sheng brandished his Overlord Spear and pointed it at Wu Sheng from afar as he said, "You're saying this is deliberate?"

Wu Sheng nodded. "Indeed." He shifted his gaze from Duanmu Sheng to Lu Zhou. "Old senior, I was trying to make peace, but I changed my mind halfway through… Now, I have but one request."

"Hm?"

"I hope you'll hand over the traitor, Ye Tianxin, to the palace, senior," Wu Sheng said.

'For Ye Tianxin they deliberately lured the Evil Sky Pavilion here?'

The people on the cloud-splitting chariot exchanged glances.

When Zhao Yue heard this, she hastily lowered her head and said, "I didn't know it's a trap. Please forgive me, master!"

Lu Zhou waved his hand and said, "No matter."

Even if Zhao Yue did not say anything, things would still progress in the same manner.

The Evil Sky Pavilion would not stay idle while the descendants of the Ten Shamans tried to take down the Golden Court Mountain's barrier.

Mingshi Yin snorted and said, "My ass! Who gave you the confidence? You? Ren Buping? You think you're capable of setting a trap for us?"

The current individuals who could be considered as their opponents were Ren Buping, Wu Sheng, and Wu Guan.

On the Evil Sky Pavilion's side, there was Hua Wudao, Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, and the patriarch himself whose cultivation base was unfathomable.

Wu Sheng smiled. He turned to glance at Ren Buping and said, "Confidence?" He spread his arms slightly and looked down at the land. "Since we dare to come here, we're, naturally, confident."

Ren Buping saw the other red-robed cultivators joined their palms together. They were emitting faint Primal Qi waves.

"What's this…"

Wu Sheng and Wu Guan joined their palms together as well.

The thick fog within the area of three miles vanished.

With the red-robed cultivators in the center, 10 faint purplish light circles appeared within the semicircle enclosure.

"The Grand Formation we prepared isn't meant to take down or steal the Golden Court Mountain's barrier. That's just fake information we deliberately leaked…" Wu Sheng said smugly, "This Formation is called the Grand Predecessor Formation."

"Grand Predecessor Formation?" Hua Wudao immediately leaped to his feet as his eyes widened.

Lu Zhou remained unmoved.

Little Yuan'er snapped, "I don't care if it's the predecessor or the successor, or if you're bland or savory. I'll clobber you until your teeth fall to the ground!"

Hua Wudao shook his head. "The Ten Shamans are their predecessors… This Formation will allow the Ten Shamans to possess their hosts. In other words, we'll be facing the Ten Shamans!"

"…" Mingshi Yin was slightly stunned. His hand slipped on the helm without him noticing. "Master, why don't we… wait this one out?"

The reason they had brought the cloud-splitting chariot was so that they could swiftly leave the Grand Formation's range if the need arose.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "There's no need for that." He thought to himself, 'Would the mighty Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch resort to fleeing?'

Lu Zhou slowly rose to his feet and put his hands on his back before he said, "I'd like to see just how powerful the Ten Shamans are…"