I Truly Am The Villian

The reason I was not sure before is that Green Jiao has already reached the realm of Melting Heaven, and Xu Zimei is only so old.

To reach the realm of Melting Heaven at such an age, at least not even the Saint Heir of the Holy Sect could do it, probably only the Divine Heirs of the Eternal Ancient Divine Sect are of that level.

"Peak Master Lin, may I know what realm your esteemed son has reached?" Mu Changge asked with a smile.

"That, I don’t know," Lin Beisheng hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up.

"I generally don’t inquire about his cultivation on a daily basis."

"Just being modest, I suppose. Could he possibly rival the Imperial Heirs of our Nine Veins?" Qi Hai, the Peak Master of Scenic Skies Peak, said with disdainful laughter.

"It’s just pandering to the crowd."

"Peak Master Qi should not underestimate others; I think he’s quite good," said Mu Changge with a smile.

"Elder Mu, no offense but if he ran into Ye’er, he would surely be shown what a true Talented Disciple is," Qi Hai proudly stated from the side.

"Let’s continue watching," said Mu Changge.

...…

After leaving the Demon Mist Forest, Xue Qingming and others rushed northward with Xu Zimei in tow.

After running wildly for about half an hour, they saw a few figures wandering leisurely not far ahead.

"Senior Brother Shen Lang, how should we go about finding the token?" A disciple asked by his side.

"What’s the rush? Some things are harder to find when you look for them deliberately.

Besides the imperial heirs of the Nine Veins, we can take the tokens from the others if we get the chance," Shen Lang said indifferently.

He was dressed in a yellow robe, with a Curved Blade hanging at his waist, his long hair on his forehead fluttering gently in the wind.

"Senior Brother, it seems like someone is chasing us," at that moment, another disciple noticed Xu Zimei and his party approaching.

Shen Lang frowned slightly as he looked back at the group of people behind him.

When he saw Xu Zimei, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile, "Indeed, enemies often cross each other’s path."

"Senior Brother Shen, it seems to be Xue Qingming and his group. They were just tricked by us; could they be here to settle accounts?" A disciple chuckled.

"Let’s test them then. The disciples of Great Skies Peak are nothing but trash," another disciple joined in.

As Xu Zimei and his group approached, a well-known disciple from Green Skies Peak raised his eyebrows and stepped forward with a laugh: "Hey, aren’t these the gentlemen from Great Skies Peak? How come you’re not dead yet!"

"Shen Lang, you deceived us into entering the Demon Mist Forest; how shall we settle this account?" Xue Qingming glared at him with furious eyes and said.

"How do you want to settle it?" Shen Lang chuckled lightly, pulling out the Curved Blade from his waist.

With a "clang," Blade Intent surrounded him and whirled past his body.

"Do you wish to die?" Xu Zimei looked at Shen Lang and said indifferently.

"Die? Just by you?" Shen Lang snorted coldly and indifferently replied, "The matter with Qing’er is an account I have yet to settle with you."

"Don’t worry; you will die. Once I leave this relic and go outside, I will also make sure she accompanies you soon," Xu Zimei said indifferently.

"Arrogant talk," Shen Lang uttered sharply, as Spiritual Energy around him surged, and Blade Qi gathered on his Curved Blade, slashing towards Xu Zimei.

"You might as well stay here and rest eternally."

As the Blade Qi descended, the disciples of Green Skies Peak seemed to take pleasure in the misfortune.

While Xue Qingming and others had serious looks on their faces, it was clear that Shen Lang’s strike was made with full force, intending to kill Xu Zimei.

After all, he was well aware that if he didn’t kill with one strike, Xu Zimei, who had a Spatial Token, would escape immediately.

Just as the blade was about to fall, Xu Zimei did not dodge or avoid, letting the Longsword slash onto his body.

With a "bang," the bloody and blurry longsword the crowd expected did not transpire.

Instead, the Curved Blade seemed to have struck steel and broke into two halves.

"This," Shen Lang was stunned as he looked at the handle of the blade in his hand, standing there frozen.

"Is it fun?" Xu Zimei asked indifferently.

"How did you," Shen Lang instantly snapped back to his senses and hastily retreated.

"It seems you have practiced some body-forging skills, aware that you’re a waste, unable to cultivate Spiritual Energy."

"Do you really think so?" Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.

"Putting on a show," Shen Lang snorted coldly and tossed the handle aside.

The Blade Intent around him was furiously condensing, merging with the Spiritual Energy to materialize in the sky.

It coalesced into a small blood-colored Curved Blade.

This Curved Blade seemed to thrive on blood, as if it contained immense killing power, emerging from the blood sea of Purgatory.

"This is the Green Skies Peak’s heritage Vein Skill, the Asura Blade," Xue Qingming said with narrowed eyes.

"Shen Lang truly lives up to his name as the First Blade of Green Skies; to have mastered the Asura Blade at such a young age is enough to make one proud."

"Isn’t Senior Brother Lin in great danger then?" a Disciple asked, concerned.

"Keep watching. There’s something about Senior Brother Lin that I can’t quite figure out," Xue Qingming said, shaking his head slightly.

The Asura Blade condensed above Xu Zimei’s head, forming a Spiritual Energy vortex that began to swirl, absorbing the Spiritual Energy from the sky.

"With this single strike of mine, I not only attack but also target the Divine Soul. How will you block it?" Xue Qingming roared furiously, hurling the Asura Blade forward.

"Do I need to block?" Xu Zimei slightly lifted his head, speaking calmly.

When the Curved Blade, carrying boundless Malice Qi and seeming like it had slain its way out of a blood-colored Hell, arrived,

Xu Zimei slowly extended his right hand, lightly pinching the Asura Blade between his index and middle fingers, trapping it at his fingertips.

The Asura Blade pulsated with Malice Qi, attempting to tear apart Xu Zimei’s fingers.

"Childish fights, had enough yet?" Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.

With a flick of his right hand, he hurled the Asura Blade back at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang’s complexion changed dramatically, and he quickly took out the Spatial Token to crush it.

A force of Space instantly enveloped him, attempting to pull him away from the ancient site.

"Just you wait, Lin Qiu, this isn’t over," he bellowed viciously.

"Think you can escape?" Xu Zimei waved his hands, and the space around them solidified.

This solidification of space also dispersed the spatial force surrounding Shen Lang.

"What’s going on?" Shen Lang looked at himself in horror as he watched the Asura Blade drawing closer and closer.

At this moment, not only Shen Lang, but even the Peak Masters of the Nine Veins outside the ruins were taken aback.

"How is this possible, Shen Lang has already crushed the Spatial Token," Wang Yuntian shouted.

"Could there be a problem with the token?"

Since the spectators could only view through images, many details were not very clear.

"What trick is this kid playing?" Elder Qin snorted coldly.

He said, "If he can come out alive, just call him over and ask."

Elder Mu Changge didn’t speak, but he alone knew that there would be no issues with the Spatial Token.

The only explanation was that there was a problem with the spatial force that was supposed to take Shen Lang out.

...…

The Asura Blade flew rapidly, swift as a fleeting white steed, here one moment and gone the next, making a beeline for Shen Lang.