I Truly Am The Villian

When these several light shouting voices arose, everyone hurriedly looked up.

They saw five young men in golden robes slowly stepping into the air and walking out of the crowd.

"The Five Young Masters of Divine Skies, with them taking the lead, it’ll be good to give it a try," someone beside them said.

"It’s said that the Five Young Masters of Divine Skies are quintuplets, of one mind, even the Cultivation Technique they practice are joint Vein Skills."

"Exactly, if not for Shen Yu’s radiance being so overwhelming, perhaps it would have been these five whom Divine Skies Peak cultivated."

Xu Zimei looked up and saw that the five of them looked exactly the same, and even when they spoke, they did so at the same time, with almost identical tone and expressions.

It could be said that they reached the level of divine synchronization.

"Lin Qiu, others may fear you, but my brothers and I are quite eager to meet you," the Five Young Masters of Divine Skies spoke up.

"Come on, I’ll let you make the first move," Xu Zimei sat where he was, without even moving a muscle.

The five brothers frowned simultaneously, and they waved their hands, stirring the Spiritual Energy around them into action.

These streams of Spiritual Energy connected them, making the five seem as one.

Spiritual power shifted between five colors.

"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth," the five shouted out their respective elements in unison.

In an instant, the surrounding Spiritual Energy burst forth, flames blazed, waters swelled over golden mountains, eternally emerging, unstoppable, immovable as a mountain.

Five different states emanated from the five of them, and when the Power of the Five Elements fused together, a huge Yin-Yang Plate appeared in the sky.

"Interesting," Xu Zimei smiled.

Although the Power of the Five Elements could solidify into Yin and Yang, and Yin and Yang could in turn become Chaos,

not just any Power of the Five Elements could coalesce into the force of Yin and Yang.

This required extremely skillful fusion techniques, and the power of each element must be neither in excess nor deficient, just the right amount to achieve Yin and Yang.

"Great Yin-Yang Technique," the five shouted in unison, hurling the Yin-Yang Plate condensed in the sky downwards.

The Yin-Yang Plate turned into a spinning gear as it rapidly rotated towards Xu Zimei.

The Yin-Yang gear tore through the silent expanse, cleaving through layers of space, and sparkled with flying sparks.

Xu Zimei remained seated, slowly taking out his Heavenly Demon Bow.

He nocked the arrow and slowly pulled the bowstring, the Demonic Qi gradually gathered on the arrow, transforming into a Demon Arrow.

The moment he released the bowstring, with a "boom," the Demon Arrow, like a wild horse broken free, raged from the heavens straight into the clouds.

The sound of "rumbling" followed the firing of the Demon Arrow.

There was a "bang," and without withstanding even for an instant, the center of the Yin-Yang gear was pierced directly by the Demon Arrow.

The momentum of the Demon Arrow was unabated; like a swift steed passing a gap, it left a dark trail in the sky.

Then, the Five Young Masters of Divine Skies tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The Demon Crystal was too fast, piercing through their chests like candied hawthorns and nailing them onto a single Demon Arrow.

The five of them spit out fresh blood, which too was dyed pitch black.

The onlookers panicked as they saw the five with eyes wide open, dead and nailed to the top of the mountain’s pillar.

"This, this," someone stammered for a long time, unable to speak.

"Not even one move, this is the Melting Heaven Realm," someone lamented.

"Before the Imperial Heir arrives, let’s not take action, let them take the lead."

...

"So weak," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly, then sat down again.

The midday sun shone fiercely, outside of this valley lay an endless plain.

A few sparse big trees stood alone on the plain, and every now and then a few strands of Qingfeng blew by, a rare enjoyment.

"The wind is picking up," someone looked up at the firmament, as if dust was blowing in the wind.

The wind between heaven and earth seemed to suddenly grow stronger, howling and coiling past.

It swept up a few leaves and strands of dust, drifting down leisurely.

As everyone looked up, they saw nine figures approaching from a distance amid the dust and wind.

Spiritual energy surged around them, causing the entire space to ripple with waves.

Nine differently colored robes fluttered in the fierce wind, step by step they approached, as if with a special kind of magic, making it impossible for one to look away.

"The nine imperial heirs have joined forces," someone said in shock.

"This is truly a first for our Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, a wonder of all ages."

Xu Zimei slightly opened his eyes, looking in the direction of the nine approaching figures.

"Where are the disciples of Divine Skies Peak?"

"Where is the Green Skies Imperial Heir?"

...

After all nine shouted in unison, the entire valley and the mountains around it echoed as the disciples all shouted back in one voice.

"Present!"

The sound was deafening, as though dragons were roaring across the fields and tigers were howling in the forests, merging together to shake the very sky with a thunderous rumble.

"If we die in battle today, remember to take our bodies back to the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, so that the fallen leaves can return to their roots," Shen Yu declared loudly to the people around him.

"We will follow the Imperial Heir’s command," the disciples around them shouted in unison.

The nine looked up and finally stepped in front of Xu Zimei.

"You’ve arrived," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"You have indeed arrived, Junior Brother Lin is truly surprising," Shen Yu said with a smile.

"I thought you would be afraid of dying, and that some of you would leave," Xu Zimei said.

"Junior Brother Lin has reached Melting Heaven, so facing you alone we may not be the opponent.

Today, we can only win by dishonorable means," said the nine, bowing their fists and looking at Xu Zimei with gleaming eyes, shouting loudly.

"Today, we nine great imperial heirs of Nine Skies have come to challenge you, the one who has reached Melting Heaven."

"Come at me all together, so nobody says I’m bullying," Xu Zimei stood up and said indifferently.

Around the nine imperial heirs, spiritual energy gathered. Qi Ye pulled out a harp, and his fingers surged with spiritual energy.

As he plucked the strings, a sound like the clash of swords and the charge of cavalry rose.

The music seemed to transform into an army of thousands, charging at Xu Zimei.

Yan Song, the Green Skies Imperial Heir, had a robust and continuous flow of spiritual energy—this was a sign of reaching the higher levels of the Nine Skies Scripture.

With just a single palm strike, it was as if a storm was dancing between his hands, with lightning flashing and thundering, and white spiritual energy wreaking havoc.

Yu Changlong, the Jade Skies Imperial Heir, held a five-foot long blade with a sword intent so fierce that his whole being was like an unsheathed sharp sword.

The Blade Intent of the Heaven’s Expanse Lifebearing Blade evolved continuously, and as it deepened, even without actually striking, cracks began to appear in the surrounding space.

The other imperial heirs also showcased their abilities, all aiming to kill Xu Zimei.

Among them, Shen Yu of Divine Skies was the most composed; his hands twined with spiritual energy, he did not strike immediately, but watched Xu Zimei closely, seeking the right moment to exploit a weakness.

All these attacks aimed squarely at Xu Zimei in a relentless onslaught that darkened the skies and razed the earth.

The space around them completely collapsed, the aftermath alone terrifying the watching disciples so much, they dared not get any closer.

The sound of a harp, Blade Qi, Sword Intent, formations, palm techniques...