If I Want to Save My Own Life

"Wu Chao, do you know your crime?"

The tremendous voice seemed to come from a god on high. To Wu Chao's senses, Hongku was the sole supreme existence in his world at that moment.

His body could scarcely bear the weight, and he was forced to sink slowly to the ground.

But Wu Chao still roared out his unwillingness.

"What crime have I committed?"

"You and Wu Jin plotted to murder your master. That is a heinous act of treachery!"

"Where's this murder I supposedly committed? I had no weapon, my incantation was broken and I nearly died, I... even if I intended it, even if I plotted it, what could I have done to you?"

A series of low growls rumbled from Wu Chao.

He struggled to reach up.

By the time he pulled the hood covering his head away, Hongku had fallen silent in the courtyard.

On Wu Chao's head, every strand of his Snake Head Incantation hair was dead. Not one looked like a normal incantation snake.

Jin Chang could guess the real cause of the disciples' deaths, and Hongku knew it as well.

Barring any surprises, this disciple of his had most likely already taken a disaster meant for him.

It was just that Wu Chao's incantation had been broken without costing him his life.

Perhaps it was because Wu Chao was a prince of the imperial family, or perhaps he enjoyed a degree of protection from fortune, that the Misfortune Technique had not done him in.

Hongku formed a hand seal, sending a gust of wind sweeping out.

The wind lifted Wu Chao's clothes, making the brocade fabric flutter and flap back and forth, but no matter how Hongku's wind blew, no poison fell from Wu Chao.

This treacherous disciple...

By directly invoking the formation