Lu Zhou was slightly angry. Once again, he erupted with energy seals.
The energy seals formed a halo and sent his ten disciples flying back. With this, they finally vanished without a trace.
A master was a master; a disciple was a disciple. To betray one's ancestor and master, and to offend one's elder was a line that should not be crossed.
However, this attack had backfired on him again. He bent his body before staggering three steps back. Those three steps felt as though he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, leaving the Evil Sky Pavilion far behind. As he spat out a mouthful of blood, he felt his Dantian's sea of Qi shattering. His ears were ringing, and his mind was blank.
Then, the mysterious voice rang in the air again.
"Hurry up! Retreat!"