I Truly Am The Villian

Ren Pingsheng’s body emitted rising black mist, and a pitch-black flame ignited from nowhere.

The moment the flame erupted, the surrounding space, including the air, was completely annihilated, creating a brief vacuum around Ren Pingsheng.

With flames spreading over his entire body, Ren Pingsheng was like a falling meteor, charging towards Yue Buli with an indomitable momentum.

As the flames descended from the sky, it seemed as though Yue Buli’s eyes reflected the firelight.

He slowly drew his heavy sword, the blade over a foot wide and carrying an aura of ancient heaviness.

The entire brown heavy sword, when grasped in his hand, instantly altered Yue Buli’s previously calm aura.

A sharp Sword Intent soared to the skies, as if splitting the space above in half, threatening to rend the firmament.

Yue Buli, eyes blazing, swung his heavy sword at the pitch-black flames rushing toward him.

With one strike, countless spaces began to shatter, and the "rumbling" sound was incessant, as the air compressed and condensed before explosively bursting.

When the heavy sword collided with the fireball, a scorching wave emanated between them.

The surrounding peaks were obliterated by the wave, with courtyards, pavilions, rockeries, and weeping willows flattened, reducing Yue Buli’s residence to ruins.

The mountain began to crumble, fissures spreading from the foothold towards the mid-slope, the "rumbling" explosions echoing throughout the entire Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Heavens, that’s the mountain where the Sect Master resides," this anomaly immediately caught the attention of all the disciples in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Has someone come to attack our Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"Who is the Sect Master fighting with, to cause such a commotion?"

Setting aside the buzzing discussion of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples for the moment, Yue Buli watched the face approaching him, with black-flamed hands striking his sword’s blade.

The intense impact caused his arms to tremble involuntarily, and the ground beneath his feet cracked even more.

The fiery heat, as if to incinerate everything, struck Yue Buli’s face, forcing him to swiftly retract his heavy sword and leap backwards several steps into the air.

He too walked on air, holding the heavy sword with both hands, facing Ren Pingsheng from a distance.

"Have you received the inheritance of the Sun Devouring Emperor?" Yue Buli asked with a grave expression.

It wasn’t just that the other party’s realm had reached the Esteem Vein Realm; even the original flames he used seemed to have evolved a level.

The entire person seemed completely transformed, a change so rapid that Yue Buli could think of no other explanation.

"Enough talk, today I shall destroy your Heavenly Sword Sect," Ren Pingsheng snorted coldly, exuding an imposing aura, and once again threw a punch with a "rumbling" sound.

Yue Buli took a deep breath, holding the sword with both hands, raising it high above his head.

The Sword Intent on the blade was still somewhat nebulous until Yue Buli closed his eyes slowly, and when he opened them once more.

The lingering Sword Intent on the heavy sword seemed to have undergone a drastic transformation.

His eyes flickered with Sword Intent, and a fierce and resilient white Sword Intent began to rise slowly from his body.

That was the Heavenly Gang Sword Intent, left behind by the Opening Mountain Ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Heavenly Sword Elder.

Compared to regular Sword Intent, Heavenly Gang Sword Intent was even more powerful in attack.

The Sword Intent pierced the clouds, dispelling much of the dark mist above, as Yue Buli stood amidst the white Sword Intent, his garments snapping loudly in the fierce winds.

When this sword fell, space was torn apart, leaving a white fissure, the surrounding Sword Intent lingering for a long time.

Ren Pingsheng frowned as the two collided, distinctly feeling that sharp and resilient sensation.

This Sword Intent was not simply stronger in force, but its defense had also greatly strengthened.

Under one stroke of the sword, the black flames pervading his fists were actually suppressed, and faint sword marks appeared on the back of his hand.

...…

Ren Pingsheng retreated to one side, his gaze fixed as he observed Yue Buli, who was becoming stronger as the battle raged on, his aura surging around him.

"Leave the inheritance of the Sun Devouring Emperor, and I will let you go," Yue Buli said calmly, holding his heavy sword.

Ren Pingsheng sneered disdainfully and whispered to himself, "Sun Devouring Demon Fist."

In an instant, the devouring power that was faintly discernible around him began to spread, becoming stronger and stronger, and behind him, a black hole appeared.

The spiritual energy in the surrounding space grew turbulent and was completely absorbed by the black hole.

As the black hole became saturated with absorption, it began to condense bit by bit, and then shrank to the size of a fist.

Around the black hole, a small part of the space had completely collapsed, with spatial currents rampaging and howling by its side.

The fist-sized black hole was actually attached to Ren Pingsheng’s right arm and fist.

Ren Pingsheng clenched his right fist and smashed it directly towards Yue Buli.

He was like an arrow released from the bow, extremely fast, turning the space that his fist passed through into shattered fragments like glass.

Yue Buli slashed with his sword to defend, but as soon as the heavy sword made contact with the fist, his expression changed drastically.

The fist seemed to carry an inherent devouring power, and the Heavenly Gang Sword Intent on his heavy sword was devoured in an instant.

"Crack," he faintly heard the sound of shattering.

The cracking sound came repeatedly, and Yue Buli saw cracks forming on his heavy sword.

Moreover, the cracks were widening, spreading bit by bit, and he was shocked. He knew his heavy sword was made of Heavenly Tier materials.

With a "boom" of shattering, the heavy sword seemed to reach its limit and finally broke into pieces under Ren Pingsheng’s power.

Ren Pingsheng did not stop there; after shattering the heavy sword, his fist, still carrying immense force, heavily struck Yue Buli’s abdomen.

...

Yue Buli could feel the pain deep in his bones, his entire chest nearly caving in.

Blood scattered in the air, his body heavily flung backward through the space, his clothes already torn, and the long hair that was tied behind his head became completely undone.

At this moment, Yue Buli thought of many things, "Could it be that I was really wrong?

Because of my decision, I have brought a catastrophe upon the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Many say that when humans are on the brink of death, their consciousness will go through a period of time travel, and their life experiences flash before their eyes like a movie.

Yue Buli didn’t know if he was close to death, but his consciousness, in a state of confusion, seemed to be revisiting everything from the past.

He remembered clearly, he was born in a very ordinary small village.

He didn’t have extraordinary talents, but he had always dreamed of being a hero since childhood.

He wanted to become the hero from the legends, hoping that one day his life would also be celebrated and known by all.

At the age of fifteen, he said goodbye to his parents, wishing to join a grand Sect Gate to commence his hero’s dream.