I Truly Am The Villian

"This, this is," Mad Blood Old Demon looked at Bai Meng’s burly body, his aura completely suppressed by the boundless demonic qi.

"There is actually such pure demonic qi in this world," he said, shocked.

"I am giving you a chance now," Xu Zimei said indifferently, "Swear on your True Fate that you will forget everything you’ve seen today.

You can leave this place, or be buried here with the people of this city."

"We both have opened the Ninth Vein Gate, it’s not yet certain who is stronger," Mad Blood Old Demon scoffed.

He also had his own pride.

"In this life, I have only ever been defeated by that mortal, never afraid of anyone else."

"In our era, even the Great Emperors were but ants in the flick of a finger," Bai Meng shook his head slightly, his right hand waving faintly.

Endless demonic qi coalesced into a ferocious face that charged toward Mad Blood Old Demon.

Mad Blood Old Demon’s expression grew solemn as the bloody river in the sky churned tumultuously, his body glowing with a dark red radiance.

In that ceaselessly surging Blood River, vast streams of bloodlight flowed.

The ferocious face smashed into the bloody river, and with a "boom," the entire space collapsed.

Such was the might of a casual strike.

This left the onlookers quaking in fear.

Just now, many had been ready to flee, but the appearance of Mad Blood Old Demon gave them a glimmer of hope.

Now, as Bai Meng appeared, the barrier of the Despair Domain had enveloped the entire Mixed Yuan Ancient City, leaving no chance for anyone to escape.

As the entire space collapsed, Mad Blood Old Demon was sent flying backwards.

His body surged with blood qi as he rose into the air again, watching Bai Meng seriously.

From that previous strike, Mad Blood Old Demon had clearly felt that his opponent had reached the peak of the Ninth Vein Gate, while he had only just entered it.

"Anyone who dares defy the master’s command deserves to die," Bai Meng snorted coldly, the demonic qi around him rising again.

In that moment, he bathed in supreme demonic qi, with the sound of the Great Dao ringing around him, Taoist Charm spreading in his vicinity.

The Taoist Charm seemed to pass through heaven and earth, brewing from the most primal demonic qi, with boundless clouds of demonic qi rolling in the firmament.

"Entering the Taoism, how is this possible," Mad Blood Old Demon exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this scene.

Every epoch, aside from the Great Emperor able to enter the Taoism, others could only step into immortality.

Yet the person before him was clearly not a Great Emperor, so why could he enter the Taoism?

"What’s so surprising about that," Bai Meng said blandly, wrapped in swirling demonic qi, "The so-called Entering the Taoism and Stepping into Immortality are just the rules of your epoch.

We are not from the same epoch; naturally, it’s different."

As Bai Meng’s words fell, the barrier around the entire city vibrated.

Around this barrier, supreme Taoist Charm emanated.

The rumbling sound came from above, with the demonic qi in the firmament continuing to churn.

As the demonic qi grew more vast, countless ferocious faces condensed within it.

Thousands of fierce faces flew down from the firmament, their majestic force overwhelming everything as it arrived.

"What is that?" someone asked in a panic, staring at the ferocious face that was attacking.

As one grim face entered the body of a martial artist, the martial artist fell to the ground, surrounded by a swirl of pitch-black demonic qi.

The person writhed on the ground, screaming in agony, and soon after, he suddenly stood up and plunged his right hand into his own chest.

Ignoring the blood that poured out of his chest like there was no tomorrow, he then gruesomely pulled out his own heart.

As the heart was removed, the breath of life began to fade from the person’s body.

Suddenly, his eyes blazed with demonic fire, and the martial artist stood still on the spot like a puppet, motionless.

As more and more martial artists were eroded by the grim faces and with the existence of the barrier, people found themselves unable to escape, left only to dodge passively.

Even if you dispersed the grim faces, new ones would reconvene in the sky, as if they were endless.

"What is this?" Mad Blood Old Demon asked in horror.

"Despair Domain can trigger the most desperate moment in everyone’s heart," Bai Meng said indifferently, "You must have your own most desperate memory too, right?"

Afterward, countless streams of demonic qi all rushed toward Mad Blood Old Demon.

"It’s just evil tricks," Mad Blood Old Demon snorted coldly, as the blood-colored river above his head surged once more.

The river water roared with infinite might, scattering all the incoming demonic qi.

"It’s useless, no one here today can escape," Bai Meng said lightly.

He then extended his right hand, infusing the endless spiritual energy with a hint of Taoist charm, and struck Mad Blood Old Demon in the belly with a palm.

Mad Blood Old Demon’s figure was sent flying backward, and as he was thrown backward, he caught a glimpse of his tea stall.

The little girl woke up from her sleep, her body also enveloped with thick demonic qi.

The little girl extended her right hand, digging toward her heart.

"Qi, no," Mad Blood Old Demon roared desperately, hastily trying to stop her.

......

The winds of March stirred a sky full of blood mist,

That day, he buried his knife along with his kin.

Pushing his little cart, he came to Mixed Yuan Ancient City, intending to live out his days peacefully.

More than a decade ago, while he was out picking tea, he happened by chance upon a small village.

Bandits had slaughtered the village, the stench of blood was heavy that day, and in a porcelain jar used to store water, he found an infant that had been hidden away.

He had slaughtered people all his life, that was the first time he saved someone, and for some reason, his heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

He took the little girl with him and named her Meng Qi.

Mad Blood Old Demon slowly turned his head, his expression ferocious as he bellowed, "You all deserve to die."

"People don’t die when they should," Xu Zimei said quietly, "but when they can die."

"Many have tried to kill us," Bai Meng spoke calmly, "And our Lord has once faced the entire world alone.

Everyone deserves to die, everyone is a bloody profiteer.

Even if death comes, it’s not your turn to dictate."