As far as the eye could see, there were people kneeling and worshipping Lu Zhou. Nobody seemed to care that he was from the Fiend Path.
Lu Zhou laced his voice with Primal Qi that spread out into the surroundings. His words reached everyone's ears. His words were like a boost of confidence to the people.
The Evil Sky Pavilion's cloud-splitting chariot was in the skies. When they saw the flying chariot, the cultivators who did not belong to the Evil Sky Pavilion had an expression of admiration and respect on their faces.
Chu Nan was no exception.
Only an individual, Xiao Yun, clutched his chest and staggered backward. He was in agony; his heart was in pain. He was so close to joining the Evil Sky Pavilion!
Lu Zhou stepped into the air with his hands on his back and boarded the flying chariot.
Si Wuya and the three elders boarded the flying chariot as well.
