They Dug Up My Grave from the Start: My One Hundred Villain Disciples

In the distant age of antiquity, nine dragons lift a coffin. “I, Chu Changqing, have finally come back to life!” “I wonder what my hundred disciples are like now. Even if they’ve become Saint Kings, they’re still my disciples!” Chu Changqing kicked the coffin lid aside and planted his hands on his hips. “You realms above and below, are you ready to face the fury of me and my disciples?”