I Truly Am The Villian

Xu Zimei’s imposing presence grew increasingly overwhelming.

With every step he took, endless ripples would emanate around him.

The oppression became heavier and seemed to suppress the very heavens and earth around him.

He raised his head with an indifferent gaze, looking at the enormous city within his sight.

Wind Crane City was a large city.

Atop the city walls, a four-headed crane stood on one leg, its four heads each facing one of the four cardinal directions.

At the call of the Wind Cranes, the break of day pierced through the heavens.

It was the calmest day in Wind Crane City, with heavy rain pouring down from the outside world, the streets already sparse of people.

Pedestrians hurried home, while some stayed inside taverns, enjoying the rainy season with a drink.

Under the eaves covered with moss, the heavy rain formed a straight line as it fell.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake.

The eaves trembled slightly, and the line of rain became sporadic and chaotic.

"What’s happening?" the people within the city exclaimed in surprise, looking toward the distance.

An incredibly strong sense of intimidation descended from the sky, as if it intended to envelop the entire Wind Crane City and suppress it.

Xu Zimei walked step by step to the city gates, his aura by then as imposing as a dragon.

It wound around him like a dragon, circling the area.

With each step, he left deep footprints on the ground.

The footprints extended deep into the earth, and the oppressive sense of suppression in the space resounded with a "bang bang."

"Who dares to enter Wind Crane City?" An elder in a blue gown, supported by numerous city guards, stood on the city wall and shouted.

He looked at Xu Zimei and felt inwardly startled; the other’s aura was too strong. Even from a great distance, he could feel that oppressive sensation.

"May I know why this talented individual has come to Wind Crane City?" The elder softened his tone, probing with his question.

"Are you the City Lord of Wind Crane City?" Xu Zimei slightly raised his head and asked flatly.

"I am not, but you may speak to me about your concerns. I too can make decisions," replied the elder.

Xu Zimei couldn’t be bothered to explain and simply threw his Saint Heir’s token at the elder.

The surrounding tens of thousands of kilometers of land were all governed by the True Martial Holy Sect, and naturally, these cities were also under the True Martial Holy Sect’s command.

As a Saint Heir, Xu Zimei was also the Saint Heir of these cities.

The elder caught the token with a puzzled look, glanced at it a few times, and his expression changed.

He hurriedly presented the token with both hands and exclaimed, "I have seen the Saint Heir."

Hearing the elder’s words, the soldiers guarding the city quickly knelt down and shouted in unison.

"Have your City Lord come out," Xu Zimei waved his hand and said.

"Please wait a moment, Saint Heir. I will summon the City Lord immediately," the elder bowed slightly and hurriedly replied.

...

Before long, a middle-aged man in a white gown was brought over by the elder.

As Xu Zimei walked into Wind Crane City, both men quickly knelt on one knee.

"City Lord Feng Tianhe of Wind Crane City greets the Saint Heir," City Lord Feng Tianhe promptly greeted.

"May I know what brings the Saint Heir to Wind Crane City?"

"There’s someone you should know," Xu Zimei said.

"Please command me, Saint Heir," Feng Tianhe replied eagerly.

"The Saint Heir of the Blood Nether Holy Sect, Xue Zeyuan," Xu Zimei stated, enunciating each word.

"He is in Wind Crane City. Help me find him."

"That..." Feng Tianhe hesitated for a moment.

"What is it?" Xu Zimei frowned, looking at Feng Tianhe.

"To tell you the truth, the Saint Heir of the Blood Nether Holy Sect is currently a guest in my mansion," Feng Tianhe quickly replied.

"You sure have it easy," Xu Zimei said.

"Xue Zeyuan is after the Core Disciples of my True Martial Holy Sect, and instead of helping, you roll out the red carpet for him."

Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Feng Tianhe’s face drastically changed, as he hurriedly spoke.

"Saint Heir, please see clearly, I had absolutely no idea about these matters.

But with Xue Zeyuan coming to my City Lord Mansion, as a host, I couldn’t just turn him away."

"Then take me to see him," Xu Zimei said.

Feng Tianhe immediately nodded.

He was well aware that Xu Zimei was not only the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect but also the son of the Deputy Sect Master.

Compared to the so-called Blood Nether Holy Sect, he dared not offend Xu Zimei.

......

Following Feng Tianhe to the City Lord Mansion, he walked straight into the grand hall.

At this moment, the hall was filled with singing and dancing, as several exceptionally graceful dancing maidens performed explicit dances.

A variety of delicious foods were laid out on the tables in front of the young man in a red robe who sat at the head of the hall.

He watched the dancers with interest, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

When he saw Feng Tianhe return, the young man smiled and asked, "City Lord Feng, have you taken care of it?"

Feng Tianhe didn’t answer but simply waved his hand slightly and said to the dancing maidens, "You can go down first."

"What’s the matter, City Lord Feng?" the young man in the blood robe asked, slightly taken aback before chuckling lightly.

"Allow me to introduce, this is our True Martial Holy Sect’s Saint Heir, Xu Zimei," Feng Tianhe said, pointing at Xu Zimei and chuckling.

After sizing up Xu Zimei for a moment, the young man stood up and said, "I’ve long heard of your great reputation, Brother Xu. You’ve always been like the Divine Dragon, mysterious and seldom seen."

While the other took his measure, Xu Zimei also scrutinized Feng Tianhe.

He had already had the elder from before take Yao Shengnan and Xiao Guizi down to rest.

Xue Zeyuan, wearing a red robe, had a noticeable scar on his neck.

He had a buzz cut, his features were resolute, and his eyes were sharp as a flying eagle’s.

Thin lips, a hooked nose, and he carried a Wolf Fang Club on his back.

This Wolf Fang Club was completely white, as if made of white jade, clear and sparkling.

Its wolf teeth were sharp and barbed, arranged densely, reflecting the cold light.

"I only have one question," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Feel free to ask, Brother Xu," Xue Zeyuan said with squinted eyes and a smile.

"How do you want to die?" Xu Zimei asked indifferently.

Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Xue Zeyuan’s expression didn’t change.

His aura instead began to rise bit by bit.

"Brother Xu, you really know how to joke. The Destiny is still forming, so what’s the rush?"

Xu Zimei chuckled lightly and directly sent his large hand suppressing towards Xue Zeyuan.

Feeling the oppressive power coming from the large hand, Xue Zeyuan’s face changed, and the Wolf Fang Club on his back flew out, striking towards the large hand.

But his power was ultimately no match, and he was sent flying by Xu Zimei’s hand.

Xue Zeyuan’s figure crashed, striking the grand hall’s surrounding wall.

Xu Zimei walked out of the grand hall while outside, the torrential rain continued to "pitter-patter" down.

Xue Zeyuan stood up from the muddy rain, holding the Wolf Fang Club, with the prowess of an early Divine Vein surging around him.

He looked at Xu Zimei and said in a flat tone, "Brother Xu, you wouldn’t really want to start a war between our two sects, would you?

Even if you want to kill me, you should have a reason."

"The matter of you chasing after the Core Disciples of my True Martial Holy Sect, do I still need to explain it meaningfully to you?" Xu Zimei retorted.

"Ah, it ultimately came to light," Xue Zeyuan laughed heartily.

He wiped the rain from his face and said with a wicked smile, "I didn’t expect we’d meet so soon."