My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 1791 - Repaying the Debt With a Light Disk Pearl (4)

Chapter 1791: Repaying the Debt With a Light Disk Pearl (4)

Boom!

“Arghh!”

Light burst forth from Wen Ruqing’s body as the lotus exploded, gravely injuring him.

The cultivators in the Sacred Region were stunned by this scene.

The Templars were no better.

The destruction of the lotus meant the destruction of the avatar; itwas not just a demotion like before. The avatar of Wen Ruqing, one of the Four Supremes of the Sacred Temple, was destroyed!

After the lotus exploded, the avatar began to shrink swiftly.

30,000 feet.

1,000 feet.

500 feet.

100 feet.

10 feet.

The avatar shrank until it turned into nothing.

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The light disk pearl in front of Lu Zhou was even more dazzling than before. He looked at the pearl with a slight frown on his face.

At this time, Wen Ruqing plummeted from the sky. Just as he was about to hit the ground, Lu Zhou waved his hand to control Wen Ruqing’s body.

There was no pain or sorrow on Wen Ruqing’s face. Instead, there was a hint of joy. A faint smile appeared on his face as he said with great difficulty, “I’ve returned everything to you…”

When the Primordial Star Formation dimmed, Wen Ruqing closed his eyes.

Thump!

Wen Ruqing fell on the marble ground. His body was riddled with wounds. The blood flowing out of his wounds quickly stained the ground red.

The scorching sun shone on the ground, slowly drying up the blood.

The breeze slowly blew away the smell of blood in the air.

At the same time, Wen Ruqing’s body turned cold.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Zhou did not move at all. His face was expressionless, making it impossible to guess his thoughts. Who knew if he were thinking of Grand Mystic Mountain in the past and the days when he taught his students, or if he were thinking about the rebellious hearts of his disciples in the Evil Sky Pavilion and their appearance when they returned.

For a brief moment, Lu Zhou doubted himself.

‘Who’s right, and who’s wrong?’

The past should remain in the past, and one should let go like a pa.s.sing cloud.

After a long time, Lu Zhou walked to Wen Ruqing’s side and said, “We’re even.”

Then, Lu Zhou flew up. He used his Heavenly Writing’s powers to heighten his senses so he could search for Ming Xin. Alas, no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense anyone. There was not a single person in the Sacred Temple.

Lu Zhou was not interested in the Templars watching from afar, and he had no wish of starting a ma.s.sacre today in the supposedly prosperous Sacred Region. No matter how prosperous it was, it would turn into dust and disappear into the river of time and history when the Great Void collapsed.

After about 15 minutes, Lu Zhou finally left the Sacred Temple.

…

After Lu Zhou left, Guan Jiu, the only surviving member of the Four Supremes of the Sacred Temple, belatedly arrived and appeared next to the Templars.

“Greetings, Lord Guan!”

“Lord Guan, it’s bad. Lord Wen, he…”

Guan Jiu raised his hand, signaling the others to keep quiet. It was as though he had already known everything. He looked dispirited at this moment. He took a deep breath before he looked in the direction of the Sacred Temple. Then, he said, “No one’s allowed to approach.”

“Understood.”

Then, Guan Jiu flew over to the Sacred Temple. As soon as he arrived, he saw the blood and Wen Ruqing lying on the ground. He landed next to Wen Ruqing and fell on one knee before he punched the ground. He struggled as he said, “Stupid! Stupid, stupid… Is it worth it?”

Boom!

Guan Jiu punched the ground again as he said angrily, “You argued with me for three days just for this?! Why?! Answer me!”

No matter how long Guan Jiu questioned, he did not receive an answer.

Wen Ruqing was just an ice-cold corpse now. He no longer had nothing to do with the world.

Guan Jiu lowered his head and looked at the corpse.

The sun was setting. Its rays shone on the dark dried blood. It looked dazzling and terrifying at the same time.

After a long time, Guan Jiu finally accepted reality. He took a deep breath before he rose to his feet. Then, he waved his hand.

A Templar rushed over from afar and landed next to Guan Jiu.

Guan Jiu gathered his emotions and said, “Give him a proper burial.”

“Lord Guan, are we going to tell the others in the temple about this?” the Templar asked tentatively.

Guan Jiu said icily, “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Understood.”

“Zui Can is gone, Hua Zhenghong is gone, and now, Wen Ruqing is gone as well. I’m the only one left,” Guan Jiu said with a heavy sigh, “He didn’t get what he wanted when he was alive, now that he’s dead, there’s no need to publicize it.”