Chapter 142 - Don’t Be Afraid, Junior Brother

My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 142: Don’t Be Afraid, Junior Brother

The Primal Qi gathered by the Octagon Formation was not inferior to a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm expert’s Primal Qi.

In other words, although Zhu Honggong was in the Divine Court realm, within this Octagon Formation, he was comparable to a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm expert.

Even Yu Zhenghai, Zhu Honggong’s eldest senior brother, was slightly taken aback by this.

“Seven Tribulations Phenomenon!” Zhu Honggong shouted. He mobilized all his Primal Qi to move the Octagon Formation. His lightning-like energy surged up into the sky toward the scattered cultivators.

Phenomenon was the seventh Tribulation in the Nine Tribulations Thunderblast. It was also Zhu Honggong’s most powerful skill.

At this moment, the Righteous Sect’s cultivators activated their protective energies. The weaker ones continued to descend. Those who connected their Brahman Sea Eight Meridians unleashed their avatars. Several Six Recombinant Trigram Lines and Seven Star Souls floated down gently.

The Nine Tribulations Thunderblast took effect at this moment. The Octagon Formation condensed the Primal Qi into energy that crackled as it shot toward the cultivators.

“Damn it!” The Righteous Sect’s cultivators resisted with all their might.

“Hundred Tribulations Insight!”

Finally, a Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar appeared among the scattered cultivators. A Four-leaf Golden Lotus glistened in midair. It planted itself before the phenomenon.

Zhu Honggong exclaimed in shock, “This is f*cking unfair!” He went through so much trouble to gather all the Primal Qi, activated the Octagon Formation, and unleashed his most powerful move, and yet, it was all blocked by a Hundred Tribulations Insight!

“Again!” Zhu Honggong did not want to accept defeat.

The Hundred Tribulations Insight suddenly disappeared as a figure shot through the air. The figure belonged to an old man.

‘The Righteous Sect’s Zhang Chunlai?! It’s not Sect Master Zhang Yuanshan?’

Zhang Chunlai was livid. Flames were practically burning in his eyes. He extended a palm and charged toward Zhu Honggong as he cried out, “Die!”

A series of palm prints formed a line before it shot toward Zhu Honggong.

“Thunderclap!” Zhu Honggong used the Octagon Formation to condense his Primal Qi into energy again and launched it at Zhang Chunlai with the thunderclap.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The energies of the palm prints and the Octagon Formation’s vortex collided, creating a shockwave that rippled outward in the air.

The trees around Tiger Ridge were uprooted and destroyed.

Zhang Chunlai said in a voice laden with surprise, “To think you’re capable of this even though you’re in the Divine Court realm… As expected of an Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciple!”

“Cut the nonsense! Zhang Chunlai, I couldn’t find you at the Green Jade Altar back then. I didn’t expect you to come looking for me!” Zhu Honggong shouted as he pointed at Zhang Chunlai from afar.

“Alas, a Divine Court realm cultivator is only a Divine Court realm cultivator. Do you think you can defeat me with just the Octagon Formation?”

“Well, you can’t stop me from trying!” As Zhu Honggong spoke, the area covered by the circle of light expanded. The half-dark and half-light semi-domes fused, and the Octagon Formation shone with higher intensity.

Zhang Chunlai frowned slightly. How could the little Tiger Ridge Gang manage such a powerful Formation? He hastily looked around him in search of a more powerful target, but he did not see anyone.

Yu Zhenghai was standing in the Octagon Formation as he observed the battle calmly. He nodded slightly. The old man from the Righteous Sect was not dumb. Old Eighth’s cultivation base is slightly weak. As an Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciple, there were many who wanted to take his life throughout the years, and yet, none of them succeeded. If Old Eighth did not have a few tricks up his sleeve, he would not have been able to survive for this long. Moreover, he had Si Wuya’s support.

Yu Zhenghai continued to watch the show calmly as he hid his aura.

Meanwhile, Zhu Honggong had condensed enough energy. With the help of the powerful Octagon Formation, his aura and power were already in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm.

The Righteous Sect’s disciples who were scattered all over the place looked on with an incredulous expression on their faces. It seemed like they had underestimated the eighth disciple who had left the Evil Sky Pavilion!

A thunderous energy rained down on them.

“Block it!”

There was no need to mention the Sense Condensing realm cultivators. After the flying chariot was destroyed, they could hardly protect themselves. Most of the Brahman Sea realm cultivators were putting up a desperate struggle. As they descended, they racked their brains for a way to repel the pressure from the Octagon Formation.

Zhang Chunlai yelled, “I’ve already told you. A Divine Court realm cultivator is only capable of so much!” His Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar made an appearance again. Unlike before, there were five leaves on its Golden Lotus now.

“Oh? He concealed his cultivation base.” Yu Zhenghai watched curiously, he had no intention to intervene.

Zhu Honggong saw the Golden Lotus and felt a prickle on his scalp. He lamented inwardly, ‘What did I do to deserve this?’

With his Five-leaf Golden Lotus’s Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar, Zhang Chunlai charged into the Octagon Formation.

“Hm?” Yun Zhenghai praised, “He’s quite skilled. He knows how to utilize the difference in their cultivation bases to his advantage and forcibly break through the Octagon Formation’s vortex.”

The main functions of an avatar were to enhance one’s own cultivation base while intimidating the opponent and as a means of protection. However, cultivators usually focused on the enhancement and intimidation side of things. Once their avatars were destroyed, they would lose this advantage. However, if the cultivator used his avatar to suppress his opponent using the difference between their realms, they would be successful in their endeavor!

Zhang Chunlai’s move was quick, brutal, and precise. He wrapped himself in his glimmering golden avatar and charged into the Octagon Formation. His avatar kept the Octagon Formation’s energy at bay.

“Take this!” Zhang Chunlai cried out as he left his avatar suddenly and appeared about 10 meters away from Zhu Honggong and struck with his palm.

“Daoist palmprint?” Zhu Honggong frowned. He gathered up his Primal Qi to block the attack. He raised his arms.

Boom!

Even so, a Five-leaf Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm’s cultivation base was much more powerful compared to a Divine Court realm’s cultivation base.

The Octagon Formation’s Primal Qi seemed to have been blocked by the avatar. Zhu Honggong discovered he could no longer gather Primal Qi. The palm strike landed squarely on Zhu Honggong, causing him to reel from the blow.

“Gang Leader!”

“Gang Leader!”

Zhu Honggong’s gang members shouted in unison when they saw this.

The Octagon Formation was gone, and the Primal Qi around them had dispersed.

Zhu Honggong flipped in the air and managed to steady himself. His Qi and blood were surging wildly. His arms were sore and numb. He could feel that he was on the verge of throwing up blood.

“Hm?” A shocked expression appeared on Zhang Chunlai’s face as he cried out, “You’re still alive?” With such a huge difference between their cultivation bases, even if Zhu Honggong managed to survive the blow, he should still be heavily injured. ‘He’s unharmed?’

Zhu Honggong grinned before he laughed. “You old fart! You didn’t expect this, did you?”

“A zen tunic?” Zhang Chunlai noticed the exposed corner of the tunic, causing his expression to sour.

The tunic was said to be the prized treasure of Heaven Choice Temple, one of the Four Great Buddhist Sects. Why would it be in the possession of an Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciple? For a mortal, the zen tunic would render the wearer invincible to blades and spears. For a cultivator, it would be able to repel energy-based attacks!

“Since I decided to come here, I swear I’ll end your wretched life!” Zhang Chunlai said arrogantly as he waved his arm.

The scattered cultivators gathered again.

“Forget about the small fries. It’s said that the Evil Sky Pavilion’s eighth disciple is skilled in escaping… Keep him surrounded. I’d like to see how long that zen tunic will hold out.”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two Divine Court realm cultivators led several Brahman Sea realm cultivators as they rushed over.

Zhu Honggong immediately landed on the ground. He pulled a face and said, “Eldest Senior Brother, I can’t do this anymore!”

Yu Zhenghai smiled faintly and said, “You did well. You’re smart enough to use the Formation to fight against a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator. Not bad.”

‘Hm?’ At this moment, Zhang Chunlai felt something was amiss. Why would an Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciple bow toward a middle-aged man?

“Eldest Senior Brother, hurry up! If this drags on, my shoddy stronghold will be destroyed by this old fart!” Without the support from the Formation, even if Zhu Honggong had the zen tunic, he would only be a punching bag in a kasaya. It was not enough for him to stand up to Zhang Chunlai.

“Don’t be afraid, junior brother.” Yu Zhenghai walked forward with his hands on his back as he looked up into the sky.

Zhang Chunlai glanced at them indifferently and said, “This is nothing but false bravado! I won’t fall for your petty tricks again. Take them down!”

“Understood!”

Yu Zhenghai noticed that Zhang Chunlai used the word ‘again’. He turned to look at Zhu Honggong who hastily lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

Several cultivators surrounded them in the air.

Zhang Chunlai did not waste any more words as he launched another palm strike from above. Dozens of palm prints descended on the duo like a falling mountain.

Yu Zhenghai continued to stand still with his hands on his back. He did not seem to be in a hurry nor did he seem panicked.

When the palm prints were about to land on them, Yu Zhenghai moved his right hand. His palm struck the air above him.