I Truly Am The Villian

Witnessing this scene, the Five Ancestors of Stone Stele’s faces changed drastically, as they just realized they had encountered the progenitor of the Monster Race.

Without the slightest hesitation, each of them fled in five different directions.

Chaos suppressed this realm, making it extremely difficult for the martial artists to tear open space, and under the suppression of Chaos, everyone’s speed was significantly slowed.

Suddenly, Mixed Yuan Ancient City became a mess; those who originally planned to subdue Chaos were now like ants on a hot pan, scrambling to escape for their lives.

Many people were even trampled to death in the crowded throngs.

Chaos had no intention of holding back its hand and continued to hunt down these fleeing martial artists.

Its massive body wielded unmatched power, annihilating everything, with a drizzling blood rain falling from the sky, flesh and blood flying everywhere, leaving not even bones behind.

The overwhelming might of the beast completely swept over this world, with the battle being utterly one-sided.

...

In front of a tea stall on a secluded street, an old man was still quietly reading his book of tea.

Steam curled up from the tea cup before him, and the refreshing fragrance of tea wafted around.

Even though countless people died around him, blood rained from the sky, and cries of agony rose and fell in an unending chorus, he didn’t even furrow his brow.

The little girl beside him was pale, anxiously saying, "Grandfather, let’s hurry and leave."

"It’s okay, Qi," the old man said with a smile, "Are you scared?"

"I’m not scared," the little girl quickly shook her head, her chubby cheeks filled with tension.

She threw herself into the old man’s arms and suddenly burst into tears, "I’m just scared that Grandfather will be killed by that great monster too. I don’t want to lose Grandfather."

The old man patted the little girl’s back and said kindly, "Don’t be afraid. By the time you wake up from your sleep, everything will be over."

Watching the little girl fall into a deep sleep in his arms, the old man carefully placed her on a recliner and then slowly stood up.

His white hair at the temples fluttered gently in the breeze as he looked indifferently at the apocalyptic scene within the ancient city.

A martial artist had just fallen from the sky, shattering a small cart next to the old man’s tea stall into pieces.

The martial artist, blurred with blood and flesh, collapsed in front of the old man, the blood staining the ground red, flowing as if it had no regard for life.

"Save... save me," he pleaded weakly.

Indifferently, the old man glanced at the martial artist and, with a calm expression, stepped over the martial artist’s body and slowly walked toward Chaos.

A cold wind began to blow in the sky as the chill of winter whooshed past.

Light snowflakes began to fall from the edge of the sky, dancing and twisting in the air currents.

The snowfall grew heavier, with a sky-full of snowflakes blanketing everything in sight.

...…

"Enough," a soft sigh echoed within Mixed Yuan Ancient City.

The voice was very soft, as if it were just a person whispering to themselves.

But curiously, as light as the voice was, it reached the hearts of everyone in Mixed Yuan Ancient City at that moment.

Even Xu Zimei was no exception.

Chaos paused its actions and frowned as it looked around.

Then, an elderly figure could be seen walking on air, slowly approaching from the edge of the sky.

The old man wore a simple coarse blue shirt, his years advanced, his face lined with countless wrinkles and crevices.

Each crevice seemed to tell the story of his lifetime.

"Who are you?" Chaos frowned and asked.

He couldn’t see through the old man’s realm, for the latter seemed like an ordinary elderly person. Yet for some reason, a tremendous sense of oppression lingered in his heart.

"That’s not important," the old man said indifferently, "You’ve caused enough trouble. Leave now, and let this place return to tranquility."

At that moment, layers of ripples spread through the void, and Xu Zimei’s figure gradually became visible.

"The farce should end now," the old man said indifferently.

Zimo narrowed his eyes and asked, "What does it have to do with you?"

"If you won’t leave, then stay," the old man stated plainly.

"By your power?" Chaos snorted coldly, its massive paw reaching straight for the old man.

The old man shook his head slightly, and a pale blue light condensed in his right hand. He stretched out his hand, flicking it ever so gently, and the pale blue light burst forth instantly.

Endless Spiritual Energy condensed in the air, and an explosion boomed. Chaos’s huge body was flipped onto the ground.

The people who were still fleeing stopped in their tracks at the sight of this scene.

"Who is this powerhouse?" someone asked, dumbstruck and murmuring to themselves.

One Leaf Ancient God, standing nearby, observed this scene thoughtfully, pondering something as he looked at the old man.

Chaos picked itself up from the ground, furiously glaring at the old man and bellowing a few times toward the sky.

But it didn’t rush to attack again; the previous strike had made it realize the old man was no simple being.

...

"I too am just a failure," the old man said faintly, "The survival of this city doesn’t really concern me, but at this moment, I only wish for a peaceful life."

As the old man finished speaking, a vast and boundless aura spread out from around him.

The old man’s expression remained calm as the infinite space was torn apart by his aura, with cracks appearing throughout it.

He wore a cyan robe that rustled sharply in the Mad Wind.

White snow fluttered around him in the sky, intertwining with the aura of Wu Geng.

A blood-red river, like a galaxy, cascaded from the edge of the sky. This was his True Fate.

Heaven and earth seemed to collapse under the oppression of the blood-red river.

This realm appeared unable to bear the force, endlessly cycling through breaking and self-repair.

Swaths of Immortal Qi enveloped the surroundings, and in that moment when the old man opened his eyes,

it seemed as if he were the sole center of this realm, day when his eyes opened, night when they closed.

Chaos, witnessing this scene, said in a shocked tone, "Mysterious Immortal Realm, he has opened the Ninth Vein Gate and stepped onto the path of immortality."

"Who are you?" Zimo asked with a frown.

"A name is just a code," the old man replied indifferently.

His voice echoed above the Nine Heavens, with the blood-red river in the sky churning tumultuously, as if harboring all the sins of the world.

"Perhaps the world prefers to call me Mad Blood."

Upon hearing the old man’s words, One Leaf Ancient God, who was nearby, looked up at the blood-red river in the sky. His complexion drastically changed as he shouted, "You are Mad Blood Old Demon, the one who slaughtered thousands of cities, leaving bodies strewn about and rivers flowing with blood, that old demon."

"So there are still people who remember me," the old man chuckled lightly, then shaking his head, continued, "Don’t be nervous, I am now just a tea seller."

...

Others around who heard this name paled, trembling uncontrollably.

And some, curious, asked, "Who is Mad Blood Old Demon?"

"You don’t even know that?" someone nearby replied, surprised, "A demon who kills without blinking an eye."