I Truly Am The Villian

"Monster Beast of the Divine Vein Realm," the elder’s expression was grave at this moment as he stared deeply into Chaos, articulating each word deliberately.

The power of the opponent’s strike just now was definitely not something an ordinary Monster Beast of the Saint Vein Realm could possess.

"Old man, unless the ten great Yamas of your Ancient Nether descend to the mortal realm today, even a Thirteen Saint like you really isn’t much to look at," Chaos sneered with disdain.

All at once, it opened its enormous maw, and the grey mist that encircled the elder’s head, resembling the Sea of Blood of Hell, was all sucked into its stomach.

Chaos belched satisfyingly, then lifted its right claw again. Suddenly, boundless Spiritual Energy surged in the Firmament, and a colossal claw materialized, reaching straight for the elder.

At that moment, the elder didn’t dare to face the attack, hastily escaping into the void to flee.

A boundless beastly might radiated from Chaos, its surrounding Spiritual Energy surged, freezing the space within several miles solid.

The figure of the elder was forcibly expelled from the void.

Although he was a powerful being of the Saint Vein Realm, under the blockade of Chaos’s Divine Vein Realm, he had no way to tear through the space before him.

The tremendous paw fell from the Firmament with a "boom," its echo resonating in mid-air.

The claw, condensed from Spiritual Energy, grabbed the elder directly into its palm, rendering all his resistance futile.

"You’re like a flea, an insignificant ant," Chaos snorted coldly, and its right claw struck down fiercely.

With a "boom," the explosion erupted, and although the elder defended himself with all his might, he was still severely injured by Chaos’s powerful swipe, barely clinging to life.

However, his injuries were also visibly healing at a speed observable to the naked eye—that was the power of the Saint Vein Realm.

As long as the Divine Soul was not destroyed, healing even the gravest injuries was just a matter of time.

...…

"Boss, he has temporarily lost his fighting strength," Chaos proudly reported.

Xu Zimei smiled and walked up to the elder, saying, "Should we have a talk now?"

After a brief silence, the elder asked, "I’m also quite curious, why did you go to such lengths to lure me here? What exactly do you want to do?"

"Let’s change locations. We are too close to Mixed Yuan Ancient City here, and the commotion from earlier might have already attracted some people’s attention," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

Following that, the group saw Chaos carrying the elder as everyone left, walking on air.

Not far from their line of sight, in front of a snowy mountain range, the group came to a halt.

...…

"Actually, I don’t harbor much hatred toward your Ancient Nether Tribe," Xu Zimei said with a smile: "Just tell me some things, and I can let you go."

"What do you want to know?" the elder asked with a raspy voice.

"A Secret Technique that your Ancient Nether Tribe has researched for tens of thousands of years," Xu Zimei replied.

"Do you want to know the Secret Technique of Battle Body Fusion?" The elder was taken aback, then rapidly shook his head, saying, "That’s impossible. Even if you kill me, I won’t tell you."

"Come on, stop acting," Xu Zimei chuckled: "I understand what the Hundred Great Battle Bodies are far better than you do.

Not to belittle you, but to fuse the Hundred Great Battle Bodies, your Ancient Nether Tribe alone is not yet qualified."

Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the elder’s expression changed subtly but quickly returned to normal.

He responded indifferently, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

"No worries, I’ll tell you a story and you’ll understand," Xu Zimei said with a smile: "Once upon a time, there was an era called the Wild Desolation.

The Monster Race, Giants, and Immortal Clan divided the world amongst themselves, ruling that era.

The Monster Race was the strongest, followed by the Giants, with the Immortal Clan closely behind.

In that brutal age, besides these three races, other races were nothing but insignificant ants, wantonly slaughtered and even used as food by the Monster Race.

In a remote corner of the Wild Desolation era, there existed a tribe called the Ancient Nether.

"The clan leader of this race, was someone who often couldn’t tolerate the injustices of the world and loved to right wrongs—a hot-blooded and somewhat juvenile idealist."

"You’re the juvenile one. That was our noble dream," the elder rudely interrupted Xu Zimei, bellowing excitedly, "Such ambition, how could you fools understand."

As the elder spoke, his voice suddenly grew quieter, and he squatted there, dazed, as if remembering something, then began to hold his head and weep bitterly.

It was hard to imagine that someone who had gone through countless hardships, a powerful being from the Saint Vein Realm, could shed tears so easily.

"The clan leader believed that all beings in this world are equal, that no one should be born to a position of superiority."

The elder, with a choked voice, began to tell the story of his race.

"We inadvertently obtained something that could help us gain great strength.

After tens of thousands of years lying dormant, our race’s power finally reached an unprecedented peak.

In that era of Wild Desolation, with over ten thousand races, no one knew of a race called the Ancient Nether; no one understood what we would bring."

That day, it was raining outside, raining heavily!

The clan leader told us he didn’t know what this act would bring to the entire race, but he never regretted it."

As the elder said this, his expression became agitated again.

"Why should the people of the three great races be born with such prestige, so noble and supreme,

while other races could only live out their lives in a humble and servile manner?

We waged war, but our goal was only to defeat the three great races, to establish a fairer, more just world.

We called upon all races outside of the three great ones, hoping to unite and overthrow their rule.

We could have created a golden age, towards a new era.

Although we also knew that there was no true fairness in this world, we could try our best to balance it out.

But it was because of you fools, who didn’t dare to resist the rule of the three great races."

The elder fell silent for a long time after these words, and eventually shook his head with a bemused smile.

"The three great races’ power was so deeply ingrained in people’s hearts, the other races didn’t dare join us to rebel.

Instead, they turned and helped the three great races fight against us.

That war lasted tens of thousands of years, and in the end, we were nearly exterminated.

Defeated, failed.

But the world will never know the truth.

We were the ones who should have been remembered by the era,

Unfortunately, under the propaganda of the three great races, we became the demons who wanted to destroy the world.

Became the rats that everyone wanted to strike down,

Forced to live in the dark sewers,

Carrying our ambitions and ideals to a humble and insignificant end."

Hearing the elder’s words, Xu Zimei turned to look at Chaos.

Chaos hurriedly explained, "That war was commanded by the ancestors of the Upper Realm, we were just following orders.

Moreover, how did a Martial Artist from the Saint Vein Realm manage to live from the Wild Desolation era to now?

Why should we believe what you say."

"It doesn’t matter anymore; someone had to stand up, right?" The elder laughed and shook his head, saying, "Even without the Ancient Nether, didn’t a man called True Martial eventually stand up and end it all?"