I Truly Am The Villian

"Someone previously told me that you were one of the strongest among the nine Imperial Heirs, but I thought your recent power was quite average. It seems you were hiding your true abilities," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Once they are all dead, I’ll kill you too, and then I’ll become the chosen one of the Main Clan," Shen Yu said with a wicked laugh.

"Where did you get that confidence from?" Xu Zimei asked with interest.

"You’ll find out soon enough," Shen Yu replied indifferently.

At that moment, a pure white Spiritual Energy surged up around him, reaching for the skies.

The Spiritual Energy carried an awe-inspiring vigor, a might that had already transcended the Melting Heaven Realm, directly challenging the aura of a Saint.

"What is this?" Xu Zimei said, watching with interest.

The vast white Spiritual Energy enshrouded the entire space. Within this void, a figure seemed to appear, as if both hidden and visible.

"It’s the Founder," the disciples on Great Dao Peak exclaimed, rising to their feet in surprise.

"Why would the Founder’s apparition appear on Shen Yu?" Wang Yuntian frowned and asked.

Everyone turned their gaze to Chang Qing, the Peak Master of Divine Skies Peak, their eyes filled with questions.

"Don’t look at me. This has nothing to do with me," Chang Qing said with a laugh.

"Yu’er has received the Founder’s legacy."

"Legacy? Since when did the Founder leave behind a legacy just for him?" Qi Hai inquired.

"I don’t know about that. But the Founder chose Yu’er, which shows he has high hopes for him," Chang Qing explained.

"Your envy is of no use."

The eyes of the people around shifted uncertainly, their thoughts unknown.

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Within the illusory Spiritual Energy, Xu Zimei could not clearly discern the figure’s appearance, but he could still feel the authority of a Saint.

"Did you think the Nine Skies Sage’s legacy would be my trump card?" Shen Yu boasted.

"I’ve been saving this trump card for years, just waiting for a life-and-death moment to use it. I should also thank you for getting rid of the others for me."

"No need to thank me. In a while, you’ll be just like them," Xu Zimei said lightly.

"A Saint’s strike, do you really think you can withstand it?" Shen Yu snorted coldly.

With eyes slightly closed, Shen Yu’s expression was solemn and reverent at this moment.

He seemed to merge with the vast figure in the void, with an aura around him that soared instantly, as grand as that of a Saint himself.

Saints could establish sects, and once one became a Saint, they would no longer worry about their lifespan, would traverse a wider path of the Great Dao, and even casually display the might of heaven and earth.

Shen Yu floated high in the air, looking down at Xu Zimei with a cold gaze.

"Die," he said, a single word as if stirring the Great Dao itself, bearing the Supreme force, and directed a crushing Suppression towards Xu Zimei.

"To think it’s only a residual spirit," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.

It seemed that Shen Yu had accidentally inherited the Nine Skies Sage’s legacy, which contained a residual spirit.

In the ever-changing times, where ages come and go, this residual spirit had already reached its limit.

The power it held was just enough to emulate a Saint’s attack once, and Shen Yu considered it his trump card.

Even a full-strength blow from a Saint did not trouble Xu Zimei, let alone a common attack.

At the moment the Saint’s might appeared, the projection on Great Dao Peak could not withstand such a force and shattered immediately.

"This," the peak masters watched the scene, quickly turning their gaze towards Mu Changge.

"Just wait. The last person will be transported back by the Spatial Gate," Mu Changge said indifferently.

He was in bad spirits, as the majority of the disciples had died this time, making it perhaps the most tragic Nine Skies conclave yet. The Main Clan would be hard to appease, and the losses for the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect would be even greater.

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"Die," as Shen Yu’s crazed roar echoed, the phantom slowly bent its head and a finger pressed down towards Xu Zimei.

Though it was a finger, it resembled a pillar capable of supporting the heavens. As the finger descended, the surrounding space completely collapsed.

With a "boom," an explosion erupted as Xu Zimei lifted his head and smiled indifferently.

He too, slowly extended the forefinger of his right hand to meet the opposing finger head-on.

In front of the opposing finger that resembled a pillar capable of supporting the heavens, Xu Zimei’s finger appeared so small that it seemed as laughable as an insignificant mayfly shaking a tree.

However, when the two collided, a loud "bang" was heard.

Xu Zimei’s hand effortlessly destroyed the Saint’s phantom.

"Impossible, this is impossible," Shen Yu screamed in disbelief.

As he watched his body and phantom disappear together, his face twisted in a struggle.

"Pitiful, not even clear about your own abilities, you dared to speak arrogantly," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.

"You thought you were the oriole, but in reality, you are just the hunter’s prey."

Looking around, he saw mountains shattered, the earth cracked with countless fissures, and corpses densely scattered across the land.

Xu Zimei looked at the nine tokens in front of him, scoffed, and threw them on the ground.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, a Space Gate opened in front of him, and he returned to the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.

After a brief journey through space, the moment Xu Zimei’s figure appeared at Great Dao Feng,

several powerful auras surged violently, and several figures immediately surrounded Xu Zimei.

"Lin Qiu, do you admit your guilt?" As his face got recognized, several voices shouted in unison.

"Is there a problem?" Xu Zimei looked up and asked nonchalantly.

"Slaughtered fellow disciples, you still refuse to surrender quietly," Chang Qing roared with fury.

"The contest was already cancelled, why did you still mercilessly kill?"

"Because they tried to kill me," Xu Zimei replied.

"Still making excuses, seize him first, we can trial him slowly later," Wang Yuntian commanded with a forceful shout, and reached out to grab Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei frowned slightly and responded with a direct palm strike.

Wang Yuntian was sent flying, his body heavily slamming into a distant mountain.

"How dare you!" Qin Hansheng slapped his seat and stood abruptly.

Looking at Xu Zimei, he spoke with a chilling gaze, "Regardless, he is your elder, how can you assault an elder like that?"

"What now? Are you trying to label me, to force my hand?" Xu Zimei said.

"Lin Qiu, we will handle this matter fairly," Mu Changge interjected with a sigh.

"After all, you are the one who was wrong first."

"I would advise you not to resist. Otherwise, I could perceive it as you declaring war against our Main Clan," Qin Hansheng said to Xu Zimei, speaking indifferently.

"Even the vast Southern Domain won’t have a place for you to hide from the might of the Holy Sect."

"Qiu’er, come stand behind daddy," Lin Beisheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke and slowly stepped forward.

"Lin Beisheng, what are you doing?" Qin Hansheng called out sternly.

"If you want to harm my son, you’ll have to step over my dead body," Lin Beisheng said as he stood in the front, speaking calmly.

"Are you from the Great Skies faction trying to incite a war?" Chang Qing said with a sneer.

"No, I speak only for myself, this has nothing to do with the Great Skies faction," Lin Beisheng shook his head and replied.

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