I Truly Am The Villian

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"The war had reached its final stage.

Our Lord represented the Demon Race in negotiations with those so-called members of the Righteous Alliance.

We knew that you wouldn’t actually compromise.

That day, when you left alone, you were wearing your own battle robe.

Blood and fire blazed and flared up behind you.

You listened to the war songs from far away, step by step walking towards the end of the sky."

Hearing Bai Meng’s words, Xu Zimei was somewhat silent.

This battle robe indeed gave him a very familiar feeling, as if blood were thicker than water.

It seemed that this robe was born to be his.

He gently touched the crystal box in his hand and asked, "Is there a way to open it?"

"This should be a sealing from the Cosmos Ze Era, a type of seal unfamiliar to those of the Light Year Era."

Bai Meng said thoughtfully, "Unless you can find a Heaven Shadow Stone."

"What is that?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

"A type of crystal stone that can unlock the seals of all things in the world, but it is single-use."

Bai Meng said.

"After unlocking a formation, it will become useless, so it is very scarce."

Xu Zimei frowned slightly and put away the crystal box containing the battle robe.

He mentally noted the matter of the Heaven Shadow Stone.

He walked out of the cave with Bai Meng.

At this moment, Bai Meng appeared somewhat uneasy at the sight before him.

"It seems I’ve been here before," Bai Meng murmured.

"You’ve been here?" Xu Zimei asked.

"It feels familiar, but I just can’t remember," Bai Meng replied.

"I’m not sure yet, let’s keep looking ahead," Bai Meng suggested.

"Hopefully, I’m just overthinking it."

Bai Meng hid in the void, while Xu Zimei walked straight forward around the hollow of the cave.

This island was filled with dark-type trees.

And after walking for a long time, Xu Zimei was sure this was a dead island.

On his way, he hardly saw any creature on the island.

Moreover, the surrounding trees had long since died, devoid of any vitality.

They stood listless and withered.

He looked up to see the sun overhead hanging in the firmament like a disk.

Gentle sunlight sprinkled down.

The sounds of battle ahead were particularly harsh in the somewhat silent forest.

This also attracted Xu Zimei’s attention.

He passed through the bushes in front of him, where withered branches concealed his path.

He saw a group of people chasing and attacking a woman.

The woman was at the peak of the Esteem Vein Realm.

And the powers of those surrounding her varied, including both Empty Vein and Esteem Vein Realm fighters.

The woman fought as she retreated, her body already covered in wounds.

Her white dress was torn in many places by sharp weapons.

Sweat on her forehead also dampened the hair beside her ears.

When she saw Xu Zimei, a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes.

She suddenly shouted towards Xu Zimei, "Husband, come save me!"

Hearing the woman’s cry, a part of the group looked at Xu Zimei with chilling gazes.

They even raised their blades and charged towards Xu Zimei, evidently ready to kill wrong rather than let him go.

Xu Zimei’s brow furrowed slightly, and he had no desire to waste words with explanations.

The Tyrant Shadow in his hand descended directly from the firmament.

Carrying Wu Geng’s void thunderbolt, it annihilated these people.

The ground cracked open, with countless fissures forming.

The dust filled the sky!

Seeing such a spectacle, the remaining few were dumbstruck.

Forgetting everything else, they turned on their heels and ran.

Xu Zimei snorted coldly as the Tyrant Shadow struck down again.

A Heaven Slicing blade qi burst forth from the edge of the blade.

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Blade Qi annihilated layer upon layer of the void, cleaving a chasm in the heavens.

The rumbling explosion, accompanied by the slowly falling fragments of shattered space.

The screams of those trying to escape had just begun when they were completely devoured by the Blade Qi.

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The woman standing nearby was completely stunned.

Watching as Xu Zimei walked towards her step by step.

The woman was so frightened that her complexion had lost its color, and she straightened her body slightly.

Steadying her emotions.

She then smiled at Xu Zimei and said, "Sir, please forgive my rudeness.

In the urgency of the moment, I spoke out of turn.

If the gentleman wishes to place blame, I am willing to accept it."

"Accept it?" Xu Zimei gently pinched the woman’s chin, and laughed.

"How will you accept it?"

"I leave it to the gentleman to decide," said the woman, demurely lowering her head a little further.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she dared not look directly into Xu Zimei’s eyes.

"Very well, then," Xu Zimei nodded in approval.

Then he grabbed the woman by her chin and squeezed hard.

As the woman’s screams rang out, her jawbone and flesh were completely crushed into powder.

Xu Zimei grabbed her hair and pushed her head to the ground.

Like a balloon exploding, he smashed it with a fierce punch.

"A beauty turned to a skull," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle as he looked at the woman’s corpse.

Considering that the group had been chasing the woman, there must be something important on her.

Xu Zimei searched her body.

Finally, inside the inner part of her white robe, he found a key.

It was unclear what material the key was made of.

A faint dark Qi swirled around it.

Holding it gave a cold sensation.

Xu Zimei did not know the use of the key, but still, he put it in the Storage Ring.

He continued forward and met all sorts of people along the way.

As people were eager to find their fortune, none spoke upon meeting.

The sky gradually darkened.

The atmosphere of the night on this solitary island was particularly eerie.

The dead trees around seemed like silent demons and monsters, gnashing their teeth and clawing at the air.

It was eerily silent all around.

At this moment, the island felt out of place in this world,

as if time and space had been separated, and one was in a standalone realm.

Xu Zimei chopped down the surrounding dead trees to light a fire.

The winter night was bitterly cold.

Cradling his sword, he leaned against a tree trunk beside the fire and closed his eyes to rest.

In the middle of the night, a mournful song suddenly woke Xu Zimei.

In the midst of this bizarre darkness, the song was piercing.

It sounded like a duet.

The woman’s voice was very irate, while the man’s was utterly miserable.

The voices came from all around, impossible to pinpoint their origin.

As Xu Zimei listened, he saw a carriage slowly approaching from the distance.

Just then, the clouds obscuring the moon suddenly drifted aside.

The clear moonlight softly cascaded down from above.

The light shone on the carriage.

The carriage was of an ancient shape, covered with deep red curtains.

The horse was also quite peculiar, one that Xu Zimei had never seen before.

A green-clad coachman sat at the front of the carriage.

The coachman kept his head down as he drove, and his face remained unclear.

On each side of the carriage stood two people dressed in black.

These people each carried a basket.

While guarding the carriage, they also scattered the sparkling contents of their baskets along the path.

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