I Truly Am The Villian

""Feng’er," atop the Great Dao Peak, Lin Beisheng sat clutching his face in agony, appearing to age many years as he sat in his chair.

Mu Changge and the other eight Vein Skills Peak Masters all had grave expressions.

"This guy is even more of an Evil Being than Wang Qi was back in the day."

"Allowing him into the Main Clan, whether it’s good or bad, I don’t know," Mu Changge said, gently shaking his head.

Talented Disciples are coveted everywhere, but someone like Xu Zimei, who almost solely relied on himself without the backing of the Sect Gate or the Main Clan to reach such heights...

This type of person has too strong a sense of self and almost no sense of belonging; the Main Clan might just be a stepping stone for him.

"This Lin Qiu has maliciously slaughtered fellow disciples and must be severely punished," Chang Qing spoke up from the side.

"Though we have a rule that life and death are up to fate in contests,

now that the contest has been canceled, so too is this rule.

If he continues to kill within the Sect Gate, it is unforgivable," Qin Hansheng stated indifferently.

Mu Changge merely frowned at this, without offering any objection.

"Once he comes out, if he can’t provide a reasonable explanation, we will join forces to capture him to prevent his escape," Wang Yuntian suggested.

...

In the ancient ruins at this moment, as everyone witnessed Lin Feng commit suicide, their expressions became somber.

The Nine Imperial Heirs had suffered four casualties from just a single strike.

The remaining five lined up side by side, with Yu Changlong holding a long blade, shouting, "Everyone, use whatever trump cards you have, or I fear today we might face more danger than fortune."

"Without going mad, how can one become a demon," Qi Ye’s fingers were already oozing blood, as his hair visibly began to fall out at a rapid pace.

His skin grew increasingly withered, as if all his strength was being drained away.

"World-Ending Demon’s Sound," he roared fiercely, like a wild beast, the sound pouring from his mouth.

Completely lost in a demonic frenzy, as his six fingers played the zither, they created countless afterimages with their speed.

Circles of black Demonic Skills sounds emanated from around him.

In that moment, green grass withered, space shattered, and everything around him suffered a destructive blow.

"Quickly seal your hearing," Yan Song yelled.

Some disciples nearby were unable to escape in time, and when the Demon’s Sound spread at the speed of light, just hearing it once caused some to go mad on the spot.

Veins bulged, blood vessels burst, and they died amid their agitation.

Seeing this, Yu Changlong heaved a sigh of relief and said, "This guy’s zither sound is truly powerful. Even though this move isn’t aimed at us, just the mere aftereffects are terrifying enough to strike fear into one’s heart."

Shen Yu didn’t speak but turned his gaze toward Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei was standing at the center of the Demonic Skills Sound, his eyes slightly closed.

After a while, Xu Zimei opened his eyes, looking serene, and smilingly said, "What a wonderful sound."

"The Demon’s Sound doesn’t affect him?" Yan Song said with a frown.

"Kill," Shen Yu uttered softly, with a dazzling Galaxy light in his palm, he took the lead and charged towards Xu Zimei.

"Galaxy Seal."

"Heaven’s Expanse Lifebearing Blade, Thirty-sixth layer," Yu Changlong immediately followed.

"Nine Skies Undying Sword," Yan Song’s gaze narrowed, as Sword Intent surged around him like raging waves, one after another.

...

"I’m not interested in playing with you anymore," Xu Zimei waved his hand dismissively and said softly, "Formless Achievement Method.""

As he waved his right hand, black energy began to gather around him, centering on his presence.

Countless swirls of black gas shot up into the sky, spreading across the surrounding valleys, screaming fiercely and shrilly.

Soon after, these countless swirls of black energy transformed into ghastly heads, ferocious and full of malicious qi.

As hordes of ghastly heads rampaged around, any disciple struck by them suffered a mental breakdown, laughing and crying uncontrollably, dying under the sway of their own delusions.

Atop the Great Dao Feng, Lin Beisheng stood up abruptly, his eyes burning as he said, "Ghost Zen Six Severings, Qiu’er has even mastered this move."

"Wasn’t it said that no one besides Ghost Tathagata could cultivate it?" Chang Qing frowned and remarked.

Everyone was well aware of how powerful this technique was.

When Ghost Tathagata was still in the Melting Heaven Realm, he could already match the Nine Skies Sage.

If the Nine Skies Sage hadn’t desperately injured himself, he probably wouldn’t have been able to kill Ghost Tathagata.

The strength of Ghost Tathagata, with Ghost Zen Six Severings accounting for half of it, was unquestionable.

This Vein Skill was the culmination of his life’s work, and he even fled from the Buddhist sect for it.

However, after Ghost Tathagata, no one succeeded in cultivating this Vein Skill, and it gradually faded from people’s memory.

"This is a bit troubling," Wang Yuntian said, "but we don’t know to which of the Six Severings he has cultivated."

...

As countless ghastly heads roamed the sky dominantly, Yan Song brandished the Nine Skies Undying Sword and slashed down fiercely.

With a "boom," the ghastly head vibrated slightly, but not only remained unscathed, it also sent Yan Song flying backward.

Yan Song steadied himself, looked at the sky filled with ghastly heads, and felt a shiver of dread deep inside.

Just one of the ghastly heads was beyond his full power to cut down.

"Run," he bellowed, hastily shattering the Spatial Token in his hand.

Unfortunately, Xu Zimei had already sealed the space; the moment the power of space appeared, it was completely devoured.

"How can this be?" Yan Song looked around, now thoroughly panicked.

As time went on, more and more ghastly heads appeared in the sky, and soon countless wails rose as they surged toward Yan Song like anguished souls.

"Ahh," screams also began to echo in the mid-air.

The ghastly heads weren’t only attacking Yan Song; other disciples watching nearby were also within the range of the assault.

From the projection above Great Dao Feng, all one could see were countless ghastly heads.

Bodies began appearing everywhere around the valley, the result of just one use of the Formless Achievement Method; such an area attack already possessed such power.

The ghastly heads engulfed everything, and as the wails gradually subsided, Xu Zimei looked around, seeing the hills scattered with corpses.

The pungent stench of blood filled the entire space.

These people wanted to follow behind the nine Imperial Heirs to sneak through, hoping for a share of the spoils, but sadly, they all paid the price.

If they had simply crushed the Token and fled from the beginning, they would be safe now.

The remaining five Imperial Heirs were also engulfed by the ghastly heads, and as Qi Ye finished his frenzied demonic tune, he was on the verge of death.

"It’s over," Xu Zimei dusted off his hands, just as he was about to leave.

Suddenly, Shen Yu, lying on the ground, stood up.

"Disciple Brother Lin Qiu, there’s no need to rush," Shen Yu said calmly.

"Oh, interesting," Xu Zimei uttered lightly with interest.

After the Formless Achievement Method had been enacted, Shen Yu was the only one in this whole space left alive.