Lu Zhou focused his gaze and pushed down as he maintained the blue lotus.
The blue lotus blossomed above Yu Zhenghai; the blue light completely shrouded him.
Lu Zhou could keenly feel life slipping away from Yu Zhenghai. He recalled the scene where Yu Zhenghai kneeled before him at the foot of the mountain. He remembered how Yu Zhenghai trained tirelessly, day after day, under the waterfall, when he wanted to master the Great Dark Heaven Memorial. He remembered how he had beaten Yu Zhenghai when Yu Zhenghai made mistakes. All these things felt as though they had just happened yesterday. Was it worth it for his first disciples to throw away a life that would lead him to the peak of humanity to kill the wretched pig, Ping An, who abandoned his ancestors for glory and power?