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Zuo the Monk now deeply regretted his decisions as he looked back at the long line of people behind him, forcing a bitter smile. This was all self-inflicted; if it weren't for the pressing time, he wouldn't want to teach these ungrateful beings at all. Once they got their hands on the Cultivation Method, they turned their backs on him.
This time, the interstellar Teleportation was extremely important for him. On Moling Star, he discovered that once he reached the Qi Refinement Stage, he could make no further progress. He had tried various methods, all to no avail. In the end, it was the Drunken Old Man who revealed the truth: the Spirit Energy on this planet was no longer effective for him.
Even Innocent had been brought back, and all Seven Disciples were now in place. As Zuo Dao said, if one fails to see the true nature of this world, Innocent would remain trapped in his own idealistic realm.
When Qu Ru Ge found Innocent, it was in a muddy pool at the Listening to the Water Pavilion, where he discovered that Innocent's life was hanging by a thread. His body was in tatters, and even his appearance had been ruined—his skin was marred with cuts and bruises, some areas even festering with pus and maggots. The six disciples nearly turned Great Wind City upside down in their fury over this.
Zuo Dao allowed them to vent their frustrations; he feared they might explode from pent-up anger. After all, they were Seven Unruly Disciples who had been tricked into making a Great Dao Oath—who wouldn't feel uncomfortable about that? Coupled with Innocent's dire condition, if he didn't let these individuals express their rage, they might go mad.
Zuo Dao wasn't afraid of them going mad; he just feared trouble. When the six found the culprit behind it all, they discovered that the Lord of Great Wind City was already waiting for them at the entrance with his precious son in tow.
The Great Wind City Lord felt like dying at that moment. Looking at Zuo Dao behind the six disciples made him sweat profusely. How did he end up with such a troublesome son? Why did he have to provoke someone from Killer God's circle? If only he had killed him outright instead of torturing him under the guise of "the Young Master's grace."
"Young Master Zuo, I think there’s been a misunderstanding here. If I had known he was your person, I wouldn’t have dared to act this way! My son is young and foolish; can we perhaps..." The Great Wind City Lord felt incredibly frustrated but had no choice since it was his son.
"I'm just an innocent bystander; there's no need to involve me. They are your creditors; you should deal with them yourself," Zuo Dao shrugged, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him.
The Great Wind City Lord broke into a cold sweat; it was quite impressive that Zuo Dao could scare a Cultivator like this.
"Young Master Zuo, I think it would be best if you spoke up."
He knew very well that none of those present were easy to deal with. The Guardians were elite forces of Great Wind City, well-equipped and formidable enough to withstand even one or two Nascent Soul Ancestors for a short time. Yet over seventy percent of their combat strength had been wiped out in mere moments at the hands of these individuals.
Their strikes were ruthless, precise, and swift—one couldn't help but wonder if they had undergone some inhumane training. The tall and burly man among them resembled a Humanoid Tyrannosaurus as he rampaged through the guards; Zuo Dao had witnessed firsthand how this man smashed through three or four golden shields. Although these golden shields were standard equipment for the Guardians and capable of withstanding multiple attacks from Golden Core Cultivators, they were shattered along with their bearers in an instant.
And that Lean Youth was so ruthless when he took action. As the Sword Wing Artifact behind him stretched, his men were cut into pieces. The White-Haired on the side always had an expression as if he was owed money, but the fire dragon surrounding him was burned into nothingness even if it touched a little bit of Captain of the Guard. Feng Yikong is completely like a ferocious beast. The whole person is covered in Xuanwu Armor and just walks all the way, swallowing up all the objects in his path. As soon as You Do Not See made a move, he was even more shocked. The entire city lord's palace was instantly covered in the formation. Nima is a Formation Master level character. He is everywhere and everywhere. Nascent Soul AncestorThe most important thing about the existence of a status is that this master is not good at watching movies, and he is only in his thirties at most. Ah, a Formation Master in his thirties plus a Golden Core Level cultivation level. Although there is still one person who has not taken action, he is not weak by any means. At this time, Great Wind City Lord really wants to kill that scoundrel with one palm. The most important thing is that there is a Killer God behind it. Almost all the city soldiers were killed, leaving only a dozen or so scattered Guardians standing motionless in the field, fearing that their slightest movement would cause the other party to misunderstand and incur an inhuman attack. The entire Cultivator of Great Wind City was watching from the outside. No one dared to take a step closer. Meteor Pavilion’s troops had already evacuated when Zuo Dao’s group appeared at the city gate with murderous intent. . If it wasn't his son who was causing trouble, if he hadn't gotten the news too late, he would have run away long ago. Innocent finally understood the meaning of Zuo Dao's words at this time, and he began to regret it. The women Listening to the Water Pavilion from Huanqing, Yiren, and Yue'er died in front of him, and he just Already regret it. He didn't expect that the price of freedom would be so high. He would rather die than himself. The city lord's son has always been interested in these girls, but he didn't take any action because he was afraid of his cultivation. After losing all his identity, he returned to the balcony and was discovered by him, leading to the current scene. He struggled to walk in front of Zuo Dao, got rid of Qu Ru Ge's support, and knelt down on the ground. "Young master, I was wrong." Zuo Dao looked at the bloody Innocent and sighed. "I was wrong too." Even Zuo Dao himself didn't know that such a thing would happen. He just wanted Innocent to try a life without power and a taste of the life world of a low-level person. He didn't expect that it would happen. A few delicate flowers will wither as a result. One finger pressed down, just like when he took away the Innocent cultivation base last time, it was pressed between his eyebrows. A thunder sounded in the air, causing the Cultivator all around to stumble. Several bolts of lightning shot straight into the air Zuo Dao.
"Get lost." Zuo Dao felt terrible at that moment, yet he could still recall the faint scent of a woman from that time.
The surrounding Cultivators watched in astonishment as Zuo Dao casually waved his hand, deflecting the descending lightning back into the sky. A loud bang echoed from above the clouds.
The Seven Unruly Disciples were momentarily stunned. Since Innocent had abandoned the identity of the Seven Disciples, he was now considered an outcast by the Dao. Zuo Dao was now attempting to reclaim Innocent's identity as one of the Seven Disciples, which was an act of defiance.
Defiance must be punished; this is the way of the Dao.
An elderly Cultivator in the crowd gasped in shock. "Punishment! It's a Monster!" He quickly fled in panic, with familiar faces calling out his name as they followed suit.
Zuo Dao didn't even glance at the fleeing old Cultivator.
"My existence is the Dao; what right do you have to punish me? Now I choose to defy you—what can you do about it?"
His attitude was reckless, and his aura was imposing.
Before everyone's eyes, Innocent's facial wounds healed at a visible speed, and his internal energy continuously surged in response to their senses. The Great Wind City Lord had stopped sweating, frozen by a chill that had been instilled by Zuo Dao's actions. At that moment, he contemplated killing his own son but was deterred by Zuo Dao's cold gaze, no longer daring to make a move.
"His life and death are not for you to decide."
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