My Disciples Are All Villains
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Lu Zhou was puzzled.

'Since he already knows my identity, why didn't he act sooner?'

Based on the memories of the Unholy One, Lu Zhou knew that the Unholy One had used the reincarnation technique more than once.

If Lu Zhou was one of the Unholy One's incarnations and Ming Xin knew it, Ming Xin should have killed him in the cradle. Why would Ming Xin give him a chance to act against the Great Void?

Saying that, Lu Zhou did not think he was the incarnation of the Unholy One. He had his own memories, will, thoughts, and goals. He was different from the Unholy One. There were times even felt that some of the Unholy One's actions were too extreme.

In any case, the big question was why did Ming Xin not act sooner?

Lu Zhou looked at Ming Xin and said, "The dragon slayer will eventually become the evil dragon himself. You've been the master of the Great Void for 100,000 years. Are you satisfied?"

Ming Xin shook his head. "In this world, one shouldn't seek to live forever; one should only have a clear conscience. Ever since I founded the Sacred Temple, the world was at peace. The nine domains were also at peace. In the eyes of the world, I've done nothing wrong. As for your actions in the past, let alone the people, even the heavens were outraged. Do you need me to list them out one by one?"

Lu Zhou scoffed slightly and said, "Why did the pillar at the Great Abyss Land collapse? You know it better than I do. How many Feather tribesmen died because of that? To think that you're shameless enough to judge my actions."

Upon hearing this, Ming Xin's voice rose an octave as he said, "The Great Dao and the laws would disappear forever. Their sacrifice is for the greater good. Unholy One, what right do you have to judge me?"

"What right? How about the fact that I once taught you?" Lu Zhou said.

These words were as shocking as a clap of thunder on a sunny day.

The conversation between the two powerful experts caused everyone to tremble, and no one dared to interrupt.

Ming Xin could not refute Lu Zhou's words. In front of Si Wuya, he could take advantage of his seniority and gain the upper hand by relying on his rich experience. However, in front of the Unholy One, even he had no choice but to lower his head.

Lu Zhou was like an elder reprimanding a junior as he said in a slightly angry tone, "If you had revealed your despicable character back then, I would've cut you in half on Grand Mystic Mountain. Do you think you'd still have a chance to stand here and criticize me?"

"The high and mighty Unholy One is also afraid of being criticized?" Ming Xin said, "Everyone in the world knows that you founded Grand Mystic Mountain to teach the Dao for your own gain!"

Meanwhile, the Templars could no longer hold back, and they were discussing among themselves animatedly in low voices.

The majority of the cultivators were not from that time in the past. Hence, their knowledge of the Unholy One was only gained through word of mouth and a small number of ancient records. This kind of information was undoubtedly biased and mostly untrue.

The Templars discussed non-stop among themselves, clearly blaming the Unholy One for all sorts of things.

"Impudent."

The sound wave imbued with the divine Dao power swept out. Apart from Ming Xin, the Templars were all pushed back, causing their expressions to change.

With that, the discussion ended, and no one dared to speak again.

When silence returned, Lu Zhou continued to say, "How young are you? How many springs and autumn have you experienced? Just because you think you gained some knowledge, you think you're qualified to criticize me?"

"..."

If it were anything else, perhaps, Ming Xin would not have been so affected. However, these words made him frown, and his emotions clearly fluctuated. These words were somewhat similar to the words he said to Si Wuya.

In fact, there was a deeper meaning behind Lu Zhou's words. Although the Great Void was glorious and Ming Xin was high and mighty, Ming Xin had the shadow of the Unholy One on him.

Ming Xin could not tolerate the fact that Lu Zhou implied that he was imitating the Unholy One's way of doing things.

"So what if I want to criticize you?" Ming Xin pointed at Lu Zhou in front of everyone, completely disregarding his image as a divine emperor for the first time.

Lu Zhou raised his right hand slightly, and a blue energy sword appeared. As his killing intent surged, he said in a low voice, "I'll give you one chance to release them."

Ming Xin shook his head. "Too late, it's too late. Their purpose is to rebuild the Sacred Region. They'll become part of the Great Dao here and stay in the sky above the city."

Lu Zhou looked up at the pillars of light.

The pillars of light swayed left and right, causing the Sacred Region to tremble.

"Is this what you want?" Lu Zhou asked.

Ming Xin said, "What I want is far more than that. There are many things waiting for me. 100,000 years ago, the Unholy One fell, bringing out the glorious era of the Great Void. 100,000 years later, it'll still be the same."

"How stubborn."

Lu Zhou looked at the ten pillars of light before he suddenly asked meaningfully, "Do you really think you defeated me 100,000 years ago?"

"Hm?"

Lu Zhou looked at Ming Xin with a hint of pity and said lightly, "Do you really think I care about being the so-called master of the world or the position of the master of Grand Mystic Mountain? I'm dedicated to pursuing the Dao. It's not something you can understand."

Ming Xin frowned. Unexpectedly, he asked, "Did you really master the technique to live forever?"

"What do you think?"

In this situation, it was meaningless to answer with a yes or no.

Scenes of the Unholy One pursuing the Dao kept appearing in Lu Zhou's mind. He had this nagging feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the essence of the shackles.

Many things were not clearly explained, and many secrets had not been uncovered. However, both Lu Zhou and Ming Xin felt there was no need to continue talking anymore. If words could persuade people, what was the use of fists? If words could solve the problem, the world would have long been unified.

Ming Xin said in a clear voice, "This battle is unavoidable. I was unable to enjoy myself during the battle 100,000 years ago. I hope that you'll be able to satisfy me 100,000 years later."

Then, without another word, Ming Xin flashed and appeared above the Towers of Heaven. He flipped his hand, and an object appeared.

Upon seeing this, the Templars exclaimed excitedly, "The Scales of Justice!"