I Truly Am The Villian

When the Bury the Heavens Blade came cleaving down, the boundless blood mist also appeared to tear briefly apart.

The hidden skull was somewhat astonished by this scene.

Then, with the Tyrant Shadow being raised and falling again, the skull was directly suppressed in place.

The space around had been completely torn open by the Blade Qi, and the curved blade was growing larger in front of their eyes.

The skull was also screaming.

With a "boom," Xu Zimei’s long blade, carrying endless waves of force, came crashing down like a storm.

The moment the explosion sounded, it was accompanied by a burst of agonized screams.

Xue Zeyuan flew out of the blood mist.

Immediately after, the skull shattered, and the blood mist began to dissipate slowly.

Xu Zimei, holding the Tyrant Shadow, walked step by step towards Xue Zeyuan.

Xue Zeyuan stood up again, his body now segmented like a worm and coming apart in chunks.

Looking very ferocious, despite suffering such severe injuries, he still struggled to survive.

"You’re quite tenacious," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

He stomped on Xue Zeyuan’s abdomen, kicking the man to the ground and stepping on him.

"You like pain, don’t you?" He raised the Tyrant Shadow and began to chop off chunks of flesh from the man’s body.

"You dare to kill me," Xue Zeyuan shouted in pain.

After all, the Saint Heir is the core of a sect, far stronger than any core disciple.

Especially now that Destiny has been revealed, once the Saint Heir dies, the sect essentially loses the chance to compete for Destiny.

The efforts of an entire era would be wasted.

The blow to an Imperial Rule Immortal Sect can be imagined.

"Don’t even mention a mere Saint Heir, today, even if the ancestral elders of the Blood Nether Holy Sect, the Blood Nether Emperor’s War Generals, were to come here, I would still kill them without hesitation."

Xu Zimei snorted coldly.

The Tyrant Shadow in his hand mercilessly cut through the other’s flesh and blood.

The screams of agony echoed non-stop in the courtyard, sounding chilling to the bone.

After a long time, the screams grew fainter, until they were barely a whisper and then faded away entirely.

Xu Zimei sheathed the Tyrant Shadow and then walked out of the courtyard.

"Saint Heir," Feng Tianhe greeted cautiously from the side.

"If the people from the Blood Nether Holy Sect come asking, just tell them I killed him, no need to hide anything," Xu Zimei instructed indifferently.

"Shouldn’t we let the sect handle this matter?" Feng Tianhe asked timidly.

"If we are to let the sect handle a mere Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, am I still contending for Destiny?" Xu Zimei said indifferently.

Feng Tianhe quickly bowed his head, not daring to speak again.

Domination and confidence were his first impressions of Xu Zimei.

"Saint Heir, City Lord, that young master has just awoken," at that moment, an elder from the City Lord Mansion suddenly arrived to report.

"Xiao Guizi is awake," Xu Zimei nodded his head.

He said, "Let’s go see him."

The group made their way to the inner chamber, where Yao Shengnan was keeping Xiao Guizi company.

"Senior Brother," Xiao Guizi greeted Xu Zimei as soon as he arrived.

"It’s been a long time," Xu Zimei said with a smile, sitting down on the bed beside him.

Seeing this, Feng Tianhe and Yao Shengnan, along with a few others, left the room.

"It’s caused you trouble again," Xiao Guizi said guiltily.

"Trouble is not a word to use between us, the Blood Nether Holy Sect is not worth mentioning," Xu Zimei replied.

"How are you feeling now?"

"The injuries are almost healed, I should be able to walk after a day’s rest," Xiao Guizi replied.

"That’s good to hear, after all, you’ve been with me before, and my people shouldn’t be bullied," Xu Zimei said.

"Brother, I regret not choosing to stay by your side," Xiao Guizi fell silent for a while before finally speaking.

"Why would you think that?" Xu Zimei was taken aback and asked in confusion.

"In the end, this world respects strength above all. When I think about living a peaceful life, it’s also not permitted," Xiao Guizi shook his head and said.

"If I had stayed by your side, perhaps my strength wouldn’t be so weak now, I’m embarrassed for you."

"Everyone has their own way of life, as long as a choice is made, no matter the result, there should be no regret.

You and Ruhu are a few friends I have; once I become a Great Emperor, I can protect both of you for a lifetime.

Don’t think too much," Xu Zimei stood up and said with a smile.

"Alright then, I won’t disturb your rest any longer.

I’m going back to the Sect Gate today. After your recovery here, come back with Yao Shengnan."

As Xu Zimei started to walk outside, Xiao Guizi quickly called out, "Brother."

"What is it?" Xu Zimei turned his head and asked.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Guizi earnestly said, "Take care of yourself."

Xu Zimei nodded and pushed open the door, walking out with an air of nonchalance.

After Xu Zimei left the room, Feng Tianhe prepared to follow behind him.

Xu Zimei waved his hand slightly and said, "Go attend to your business, I’m heading back to the Sect. Don’t worry about me."

Watching Xu Zimei leave, the elderly man in green beside Feng Tianhe sighed and said, "This generation’s Saint Heir is truly enigmatic."

"That might be a blessing for the Holy Sect," Feng Tianhe said with a smile.

"If he’s able to bear Destiny in this life, it will benefit all of us."

Yao Shengnan walked into the room, where Xiao Guizi was already struggling to sit up, leaning against the wall.

His eyes were unfocused, as if deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Yao Shengnan waved her hand in front of his eyes and asked curiously.

"Thinking about the times I followed my senior brother," said Xiao Guizi with a bitter smile.

"Is that so," Yao Shengnan replied. "We really owe Xu senior brother this time, or else neither of us would have escaped.

Don’t take such risks next time."

"Actually, senior brother is very lonely," Xiao Guizi fell silent for a while before saying.

"I can feel it, he carries a lot of things.

But he has never talked about it with anyone, always bearing it alone."

...…

Having left Wind Crane City, Xu Zimei continued his journey, leaning on Dark Heaven Tiger, slowly sprinting towards the True Martial Holy Sect.

About a fortnight later, after Xu Zimei’s constant travel, he finally arrived in front of the True Martial Holy Sect.

This behemoth located in the Extreme West Region seemed always to be this tranquil.

It was nestled in the midst of fog, surrounded by a variety of Immortal Trees.

Xu Zimei walked up the tree-lined avenue and went straight to the entrance of the Sect Gate.

When the two disciples guarding the gate saw Xu Zimei, they hurriedly greeted, "We’ve seen the Saint Heir."

Xu Zimei gave a slight wave of his hand, signaling Dark Heaven Tiger towards Azure Mountain Peak, where his father resided.

Only after Xu Zimei had walked away did the two gate-guarding disciples breathe a sigh of relief.

"Our Sect’s Saint Heir is truly mysterious. I barely see him once in a year and a half," commented the disciple on the left.

"Quite normal. With Destiny formed, I guess he’s back to prepare for the battle," another disciple nodded in agreement.