Lü Yue's eyes flashed with a chilling light as plague poison and miasma faintly surged around him. His voice was icy and piercing. "Good disciple! Western Qi dared to harm one of my followers—they have crossed my bottom line and offended the heavenly might of my plague path! At dawn tomorrow, This Seat will unleash my natal plague art. The four directions will open, and pestilence will blanket the land, completely engulfing Qi City!"
"By then, everyone in Western Qi will be infected with an incurable plague poison. No medicine will heal them, no one will save them. Let all of Western Qi pay for you with their lives!"
As his words fell, a fierce, cold smile curled across Lü Yue's lips.
The Four Plague Envoys beneath him burst into wild laughter upon hearing their master's vow, their Savage Qi soaring into the heavens.
His eldest disciple, Zhou Xin, had an exceedingly grotesque appearance. His hair was a tangled mass the color of cinnabar, his face bore a bluish-green poisonous hue, and crossed fangs protruded from his mouth. His pair of golden eyes gleamed with intimidation.
He strode forward and patted Zheng Lun on the shoulder. His voice boomed like a great bell, domineering and imposing. "Rest easy, junior brother! We four brothers will surely avenge this blood feud for you!"
The second disciple, Li Qi, was tall and powerfully built, with a face like burnished gold and a fierce expression. He bared his teeth in a cold smile. "That's right! Tomorrow, we'll let everyone in Western Qi witness the heaven-reaching methods of Nine Dragons Island's plague path! Now that you have entered our master's sect, you'll understand in time that this was the wisest choice of your life!"
Before Zheng Lun could respond, the third disciple, Zhu Tianlin, stepped