I Truly Am The Villian

The bloodlines of these exotic species were incredibly mottled and purifying their bloodlines was extremely troublesome.

Moreover, if one were not careful, the bloodline could get infected and ultimately lead to death by one’s own poisoned blood.

If there were Dragon Clan’s treasures available now, allowing one to bathe in the pure blood of dragons.

Then the bloodline coursing through Long Shenghui’s veins would surely be utmost supreme.

Not to mention securing the position of Young Clan Leader, perhaps he could also become the most legendary powerhouse since the founding of the Long Family.

He thought about many things, his thoughts myriad and multiplying; the more he pondered, the more fervent his heart became.

"Kid, hand over your Storage Ring and let me take a look," Long Shenghui demanded lightly.

He said coldly, "Uncle Chen, take him down."

As soon as his words fell, the surrounding guards and an elder beside them charged over.

These guards only had the cultivation of the Empty Vein Realm, which Xu Zimei paid no mind to.

However, this elder called Uncle Chen had already opened six Vein Gates, ranking as an Emperor Pulse martial artist.

Watching the people attacking him, Xu Zimei slowly extended his right hand.

Endless Spiritual Energy gathered in his palm, taking the shape of a sphere.

Inside, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, as if containing unspeakable terror.

At this moment, as Xu Zimei held the sphere in his hand, the concentration and compression of the Spiritual Energy within had reached its apex.

There was a "boom" as it exploded.

Spiritual Energy sprayed outwards; the airflow turned into countless air arrows shooting in all directions.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The martial artists in the Empty Vein Realm didn’t even have the time to react before being pierced through by thousands of air arrows.

Their bodies stiffened on the spot.

But the elder known as Uncle Chen reacted very quickly, his figure swiftly moving backwards.

Xu Zimei chuckled lightly, his hand coming down with force.

Another "boom."

The ground cracked, and an immense five-finger imprint appeared on the earth.

Uncle Chen was pinned down, unable to move.

Meanwhile, Long Shenghui, who had realized something was wrong from the start, was already fleeing into the distance.

During Uncle Chen’s fight, he had kept his distance, lest any accident befall him.

Seeing this situation, Xu Zimei smiled, "Think you can run?"

He waved his hand, and two Spiritual Energy arrows formed in his grasp.

A severe chill gathered at the tips of the arrows.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The arrows pierced through the Endless Void, descending from the heavens with a might that seemed to obliterate all in their path.

They directly penetrated Long Shenghui’s legs.

Pinning him firmly to the ground.

No matter how much Long Shenghui struggled, it was to no avail.

...

Xu Zimei turned his head to the side, looking at the girl beside him who had been stunned into silence.

He said indifferently, "You should feel lucky that you didn’t make a move just now."

"I didn’t see anything just now, and I won’t say anything," Miss Xue replied, shaking her head.

"Whether you speak or not is of no consequence to me, but I truly dislike those who gossip behind others’ backs," Xu Zimei stated blandly.

At that moment, they saw Long Shenghui’s body undergoing a tremendous transformation.

His eyes turned a deep red, and his body was covered with a dense layer of dark red Dragon Scales.

Two tender small horns sprouted on his forehead.

His ears grew sharper, and his cheeks began to sprout long whiskers.

A deep dragon’s roar emanated from his mouth.

His hands metamorphosed into sharp and deadly claws.

His legs, pinned down by the air arrows, Long Shenghui let out a roar as he slashed with his claws, severing both legs.

Then, a pair of wings as thin as cicada wings sprouted from his back.

Wings spread slowly, he fled in a sorry state toward the distance.

Xu Zimei let out a light laugh, and with a wave of his right hand.

The two remaining qi arrows on the ground shot out, heading straight for Long Shenghui.

The sharp arrows pierced through Long Shenghui’s back, directly penetrating his body.

Screams echoed along with the figure that was receding into the distance.

Seeing this scene, Miss Xue asked, puzzled, "Why didn’t you just kill him?

Once he goes back, the Long Family will definitely find out about this."

"My strike just now shattered the Dragon Crystal in his body; he’ll never be able to become a Dragon Blood Warrior again," said Xu Zimei indifferently.

"You must understand, there are many things in this world that are far worse than death."

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Miss Xue fell silent for a while before nodding.

Watching Xu Zimei’s departing figure, she lingered in the same place for a long time before finally remembering the purpose of her journey.

...

After returning to Dragon City, Xu Zimei brought the found Blood Dragon Crystal to the residence of the Dustless Pill Master.

"You really found it," the Dustless Pill Master said in surprise, looking at the hot Blood Dragon Crystal.

"What, you hoped I wouldn’t?" Xu Zimei asked with a faint smile.

"No, the Blood Dragon Crystal is a major item for my research on a certain pill formula.

Just that the nest of the Blood Dragon Bat is truly hard to enter, many have lost their lives inside," replied the Dustless Pill Master, shaking his head.

"I didn’t expect that you would be able to get it safely all by yourself."

"When will we concoct the pill?" Xu Zimei asked indifferently.

"Tomorrow at noon, I need to prepare a bit, and then I can start," the Dustless Pill Master replied.

After leaving the secluded small courtyard, Xu Zimei also returned to the inn.

Just waiting for the pill concoction to finish, then he could head to the Northern Continent.

At this moment, inside the Council Hall of the Long Family.

Long Shenghui lay unconscious and bloody on the ground, surrounded by the various high-ranking members of the Long Family.

An elder in a grey robe bent down to treat Long Shenghui’s wounds.

After a long while, he slowly stood up and sighed.

"How is it?" Long Yaotian, the Family Head, asked anxiously.

"His life is not in danger, but the Dragon Crystal within his body is shattered; I’m afraid he can never become a Dragon Blood Warrior for life," the elder in the grey robe shook his head and said.

"Isn’t there any other way?" Long Yaotian asked, his face showing embarrassment.

"There are things that can re-condense the Dragon Crystal, but you know, Family Head, the cost of such a thing is too great.

We cannot afford it," the elder in the grey robe shook his head.

"I understand, you may go now," Long Yaotian nodded slightly and waved his hand in dismissal.

...

Long Shenghui slowly woke up from his coma, feeling an almost explosive headache.

His whole body also felt incredibly weak and uncomfortable, as if he was on the verge of death.

He opened his eyes to the sight before him.

The Council Hall of the Long Family, his father and several Elders of the family were all there.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Hui’er, who did this to you?" Long Yaotian asked with a frown.

"I don’t recognize him, but I can draw his likeness," Long Shenghui hurriedly said.

"Dad, I’m not in trouble, am I?"

"No trouble," Long Yaotian fell silent for a moment before ultimately deciding not to tell Long Shenghui about the impossibility of becoming a Dragon Blood Warrior anymore.

He feared his son, already seriously injured, could not withstand such a blow.

"You should go back and rest for now," Long Yaotian said with a sigh.

"Bring the portrait later, and I will search the entire city for this criminal’s whereabouts."

Long Shenghui nodded and then left the Council Hall.