I Truly Am The Villian

The Era of Emperors had long passed since the time when the True Martial Great Emperor initiated the era and left behind several legends before ascending to the Upper Realm.

And the last emperor to carry Destiny and ascend to the Upper Realm in recent times was none other than the Mortal Sovereign Great Emperor.

In the epoch when the Mortal Sovereign Great Emperor strove for Destiny, there were actually two individuals renowned as the most likely to bear the Destiny of that era.

One of them was the Mortal Sovereign Great Emperor, and the other was the Mad Blood Old Demon.

Speaking of the Mad Blood Old Demon, the impression he left on people was that of a paranoid madman.

He acted without any reason, guided solely by his emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure.

Once, in order to cultivate his Blood Demon Technique, he mercilessly massacred thousands of cities, with a death toll exceeding one million people.

Even when he made more than ten thousand enemies, he did not care at all.

In the Yuan Central Continent, merely mentioning the name of the Mad Blood Old Demon could scare even three-year-old children into ceaseless crying.

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"It is said that after the Mad Blood Old Demon failed to compete with the Mortal Sovereign Great Emperor for Destiny, he disappeared," someone murmured to themselves, "Who would have thought he had been hiding in the Mixed Yuan Ancient City all this time."

"He has been there since the day the city was rebuilt," someone said with a shudder, "Damn it, I’ve even drunk tea brewed by him before."

"I once complained his tea wasn’t good," another person said, nearly crying in anxiety.

"The Mad Blood Old Demon," Xu Zimei squinted, recalling the life story of the Mad Blood Old Demon in his mind.

"What, the demon who used to kill without blinking now wants to play the hero?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.

"I have said it before, the survival of this city has nothing to do with me," the old man spoke indifferently, "It’s just that you all are disturbing my peace. Now, I just want a quiet life."

"If you think it’s noisy, you can leave and find a new place," Xu Zimei replied with a light laugh, "I haven’t killed enough yet."

"Young man, don’t be ungrateful, know when to stop," the Mad Blood Old Demon looked at Xu Zimei, and a crushing aura bore down, speaking calmly, "I once swore that unless absolutely necessary, I would not kill.

A Monster Beast of the Divine Vein Realm is not enough reason for such reckless behavior."

"I’ve heard a joke," Xu Zimei chuckled, "A demon who has killed a million people claims he wants to be a good person."

"I was too young back then and went to an extreme," the old man fell silent for a moment, then said lightly, "You can kill those in the city who want you dead; I won’t object to that.

But what about the ordinary people within the city? They are innocent and shouldn’t be involved."

"I’m beginning to wonder if living a peaceful life for too long has rotted your brain," Xu Zimei said with a smile, "Where in this world is there any innocence?

There are only the strong and the weak.

When the East Emperor and Sect Master Qianbei fought for the Ninth Battle Body, their battle raged for years across five continents, and the number of creatures that perished in the aftermath was undoubtedly in the tens of millions.

In the end, the East Emperor killed Sect Master Qianbei, and when people mention the East Emperor now,

they just admire the splendor of that battle, boasting of his talent that dazzled through the Eternal Ancient, and the glory and brilliance of being the Ninth Battle Body bearer.

Who remembers those millions of innocent lives lost in that battle?"

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the Mad Blood Old Demon fell silent for a long while, finally he lifted his head, his voice resonating strongly, "I can’t control what others do.

But here in Mixed Yuan Ancient City, I set the rules."

After the Mad Blood Old Demon finished speaking, his gaze was piercing as he took a deep breath.

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Long, long ago, he was a demon who killed without batting an eye.

He never cared for worldly justice, for in order to cultivate his techniques, he could ruthlessly slaughter a million people without any guilt.

But he was not the cold-blooded madman that people talked about.

He had his own parents, a wife, and children.

He paid a great price to extend his parents’ lives and left the best of what he had to his wife and children.

He thought that as long as he lived well, the life and death of others had nothing to do with him.

But it was not until the fight at the apex of the firmament that the man known as the Mortal Great Emperor struck him down from the sky.

As he watched the man at the top of the firmament take on his destiny, he suddenly realized that all his efforts might have been in vain.

He returned home, only to be greeted by the bodies of his parents, wife, and children lying in a pool of blood.

He had too many enemies; those who couldn’t deal with him directly took their revenge on his family.

Later, he slaughtered those enemies.

Standing amid mountains of bones and the dead, he did not feel any joy at that moment.

He suddenly felt tired, weary at heart.

Life seemed like a cycle, endlessly circling back to the beginning with killing.

He killed the relatives of others, and others took vengeance on his own relatives.

The Heavenly Dao has its time, but who does Cang Tian spare?

In the end, he laid down his sword and buried it alongside his family.

As he turned and looked back, the world no longer had the Mad Blood Old Demon.

There was only an old tea seller at the edge of twilight.

The ancient city was rebuilt, and he brought his tea stall here—setting it up for nearly a thousand years.

He chose a quiet street where no one paid him any attention, nor did anyone consider that the old tea seller at the corner had been living there for a thousand years.

He let go of the killing in his heart—after all, how can anyone be without feeling, when people are not mere grass or trees?

Over a thousand years, he had come to consider this place home.

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"Home, huh?" the Mad Blood Old Demon chuckled. "Perhaps it is."

"But this is ultimately your home, what does it have to do with me?" Xu Zimei spoke indifferently, "What does it have to do with me destroying this city?"

"Young man, you are too arrogant," the Mad Blood Old Demon shook his head and said, "Today, you will understand that there are skies beyond skies, and people beyond people."

"Do you know to whom you are speaking?" Xu Zimei narrowed his eyes, as boundless Demonic Qi rose from the firmament.

Over Mixed Yuan Ancient City, an extreme and irritable Demonic Qi pervaded the entire sky.

Countless fierce faces appeared on the surface of the Demonic Qi, and Bai Meng’s figure emerged in mid-air.

The moment he appeared, the surrounding half of the heavens completely shattered.

The dense Demonic Qi cast a shadow over everything, like dark clouds, and the falling snow seemed to come to a halt.

"Taste my Despair Domain," a sinister voice spread throughout Mixed Yuan Ancient City.

In an instant, a barrier enveloped the entire city, and the Demonic Qi in the sky gathered more and more, roaring from time to time.

At that moment, the area of forbidden flight seemed restricted, and, aside from the Mad Blood Old Demon who could still walk on air, all others were forcibly pressed down.

Bai Meng’s towering figure approached from the edge of the sky. He knelt slightly and said respectfully, "My Lord, Despair Demon General Bai Meng awaits your command."