I Truly Am The Villian

As the black coffin began to tremble, everyone felt as if their hearts were being gripped.

In the courtyard where the Outer Sect Disciples resided, Chu Yang looked at the scene curiously and asked, "Teacher, who do you think will win?"

"Uncertain, it depends on how much of Sun Devouring Emperor’s inheritance has been left behind," Ink Elder replied.

Heavenly Gang Sword Intent filled the sky, segmenting the space into countless fragments.

The black coffin was also completely shattered in the midst of Sword Intent, and immediately after, a middle-aged man in a golden robe emerged.

As the middle-aged man stepped out, it seemed as though heaven and earth were divided by his Sword Intent.

Clasping a sword in his embrace, his golden robe crackled sharply in the cold wind, and his eyebrows, like his eyes, resembled two sharp swords.

He gave the impression that he himself was a sharp sword, radiating a fierce aura, to the point that many dared not stare at him for too long.

It seemed that looking for too long would leave their eyes with the painful sensation of being cut by the sword’s edge.

"Master," White Cloud Sword Master greeted Heavenly Sword Elder with a smile.

"I thought these old bones would be buried in the Dust Blood Coffin. I didn’t expect us to have a day of reunion," Heavenly Sword Elder replied with a smile as he looked at White Cloud Sword Master.

His voice was very loud, and his laughter was somewhat deafening.

"I had hoped for an eternal parting," White Cloud Sword Master said with a shake of his head and a smile.

Both individuals had been slumbering in the Dust Blood Coffin, and unless the Sect Gate faced a life-and-death crisis, they would not be awakened.

And their reunion signified that the situation had reached an irremediable point.

......…

"I want to see who dares to invade my Heavenly Sword Sect," Heavenly Sword Elder snorted coldly, his gaze turning to the sky where countless Sword Intents burst forth from his eyes.

"Heavens, it’s the Heavenly Sword Ancestral Master, it really is the Heavenly Sword Ancestral Master," the Heavenly Sword Sect was completely astir at this moment.

Although merely watching from a distance, that figure seemed etched into everyone’s mind.

Upon seeing the Heavenly Sword Elder and White Cloud Sword Master emerge from the coffin, all the surrounding Elders greeted them respectfully.

White Cloud Sword Master’s gaze turned to Yue Buli.

Yue Buli was trembling, tears of excitement in his eyes as he approached the elder with trepidation.

"Master," he began softly, gazing at this elder who had left an indelible mark on his life.

He had never dreamed that he would see his master again, or that he could once more call out "Master" to this elder who had cared for him like a father.

"Buli, it’s been a long time," White Cloud Sword Master said with a smile.

"Master, I have disappointed you," said Yue Buli sadly.

He had failed to manage the Sect properly, and now had brought a formidable foe upon them, forcing the Sect’s Ancestral Master and his own master to expend their lifespans to emerge from their coffins to clean up the mess.

"No, you have always done very well," White Cloud Sword Master shook his head and said, "Do you remember what I told you?

Any reform and progress will be filled with setbacks and hardships.

And accompanied by failure and destruction."

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"My fellows, have you finished your reunion?" Ren Pingsheng stood in the sky, speaking lightly with a sarcastic chuckle, "It truly is touching."

"Your Excellency is far too arrogant," Heavenly Sword Elder said, his gaze sharp, his aura at the pinnacle of the Esteem Vein Realm surging like the sunset over a long river.

He slowly raised his Longsword and slashed at the sky, and this simple sword strike burst forth with a Heavenly Gang Sword Intent dozens of meters long.

The black mist scattered, and the space seemed to be cleaved in half.

Ren Pingsheng quenched the Sword Intent with a punch, but his right hand trembled slightly, numb from the shock of the sword strike.

"Given that it’s already a matter of life and death for the Sect Gate, there’s no need to bother with any notions of heroic fair play," said the Heavenly Sword Elder with a glance at the White Cloud Sword Master.

The two exchanged a nod.

Then they attacked Ren Pingsheng together, not caring about their reputations at this critical moment, but choosing to surround and attack.

Before they entered the Dust Blood Coffin to sleep, they had also been figures of renown.

The two of them ganging up on one person was something they internally despised, but at that moment, they cast aside their own reputations, doing everything for the sake of the Sect.

......…

The Heavenly Sword Elder walked on air, and with each step he took, the Sword Intent emanating from him grew a bit stronger.

When he was walking in the air, facing Ren Pingsheng from a distance, the Sword Intent around him had already condensed into the shape of a long dragon.

The dragon roared across the plains, tearing the firmament, and intimidating the vast sky.

As for the White Cloud Sword Master, he took one step upon a white cloud, as if all things in the world were evolving amidst the gathering and dispersing clouds.

Bathed in the autumn wind, he seemed like a hermit untainted by worldly desires.

With a horsetail whisk in hand, he lightly waved it, and then the Wugeng Void fell into fragmentation and silence.

The three stood at a distance, their auras faintly merging into one.

Ren Pingsheng unleashed the Sun Devouring Demon Fist, each punch wide and bold, with Demonic Qi billowing as if to shatter the entire sky.

While the Heavenly Sword Elder, his Heavenly Gang Sword Intent was mastered to perfection, his longsword cutting through the still void, his momentum vast like the sea, managing Ren Pingsheng’s assaults with ease.

As for the White Cloud Sword Master, he wielded his horsetail whisk, clouds coalescing and mountains stacking with each strike that seemed light and breezy.

But when Ren Pingsheng came into contact with his horsetail whisk, that great force nearly sent him flying away.

......…

Under the combined assault of the Heavenly Sword Elder and the White Cloud Sword Master, it wasn’t long before Ren Pingsheng struggled to hold on.

His black robe was torn apart, and his body was covered with dense scars.

Although he was still persisting with gritted teeth, he already appeared to be hanging on by a thread.

The Heavenly Sword Elder spotted the opportunity, his longsword carrying a heaven-shaking brilliance, and chopped directly towards Ren Pingsheng’s abdomen.

Ren Pingsheng dodged in haste, his black clothes thoroughly shattered. Before he could even catch his breath, the White Cloud Sword Master’s horsetail whisk had already struck his back.

He felt an overwhelming force from behind, and then his whole body plummeted towards the ground.

With a "boom", Ren Pingsheng’s body violently smashed into the ground, creating a deep pit as dust flew up and the earth trembled.

The ground, already full of scars, was further marred by several cracks.

Seeing this, the others from the Heavenly Sword Sect finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Although this man is formidable, he is still no match for our Ancestral Master!"

......…

The Heavenly Sword Elder and White Cloud Sword Master looked down at the deep pit on the ground. As the dust settled, the scene within became clear.

Ren Pingsheng lay in the pit covered in blood, not a single spot on his body untouched.

The mad wind howled around, and the trunks of the weeping willows on either side, affected by the cracks, were bent down.

In the mad wind, the willows swayed as if they were demons and monsters.

Ren Pingsheng propped up his weakened body and slowly stood up. He coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire person completely drenched in red.

Indifferent to the hateful gazes from those of the Heavenly Sword Sect around him,

he slowly pulled a black axe from his Storage Ring.