I Truly Am The Villian

Hearing the words of the Wood War God, Xu Zimei didn’t refute.

This kind of scheme was overt; even if the other party was aware, they had no choice but to come.

For the sake of the entire Form Blood Beast clan, for freedom, the True Divine Sword was the most critical thing. Read new chapters at Freewebnovel

"Have you ever considered that your idea is too rash?

Should you fail, have you thought about the consequences?"

The Wood War God looked at Xu Zimei with a stern tone, "Once the Form Blood Beasts escape from the Form Blood Space, it would be a fatal blow to the entire Destruction Continent, perhaps even to Yuan Central Continent.

Do you really want the aftermath of the Mythical Era to descend again?"

"Is this why you summoned me here?" Xu Zimei countered.

"Strictly speaking, the True Divine Sword is your possession, and how you dispose of it isn’t my place to decide," the Wood War God paused before speaking.

"But this matter is of great importance; there can be no mistakes.

Therefore, I hope you will hand over the True Divine Sword for us to safeguard."

"And then?" Xu Zimei chuckled lightly upon hearing this, his expression inscrutable.

"Rest assured, I’m not coveting anything. Once those Form Blood Beasts are captured, and the danger is removed, I will return it to you," explained the Wood War God.

"What if I refuse? Are you planning to take it by force," Xu Zimei continued with a smile.

"If it’s for the sake of Destruction City, what’s wrong with taking it by force," stated the Wood War God with a resolute tone.

"I will not give those Form Blood Beasts any chance to escape.

Not even a sliver."

"Then you can try," Xu Zimei replied calmly, unangered.

The two stared at each other,

Xu Zimei’s face covered by a black cloth, revealing neither joy nor anger.

But the Wood War God’s furious eyes bulged, ill-fitting his handsome appearance, like a lion in a frenzy.

"Wood Commander, don’t be angry," in the meantime, a light chuckle came from the side.

"We have no grudges, and our objectives align in dealing with the Form Blood Beasts. We should be on the same side."

Xu Zimei turned his head to see a man in a dark robe approaching with a smile.

The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall and sturdy, seemingly around one ninety centimeters tall.

Walking up to them, he exuded a dominating presence.

"This young brother, let’s get acquainted, you can call me the Dark Commander," the man said with a smile.

"Dark War God?" Xu Zimei inquired.

He had heard from that plump little fellow that today’s Destruction City was guarded by Three War Gods in total.

All to track down these so-called Form Blood Beasts.

"It’s just a title after all. How could we dare to shoulder the title of War God," laughed the Dark War God.

"You may call me Dark Commander."

"I won’t hand over the True Divine Sword, if you want to force it, whether two against one or all your soldiers together.

I’m ready," Xu Zimei spoke indifferently.

"You...," the Wood War God next to him, seemed even more enraged.

"Wood Commander, don’t be angry," the Dark War God turned to look at Xu Zimei.

He smiled, "May I discuss with the Wood Commander for a moment, before we continue our talk?"

"Suit yourself," Xu Zimei replied nonchalantly.

The two walked into the tent, talking for about five minutes, and eventually, the Wood War God came out with a sullen face.

"We both give ground," the Wood Commander turned to Xu Zimei and spoke again.

"We don’t need the True Divine Sword, but you must cooperate with us to capture the Form Blood Beasts."

"How shall I cooperate?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Since you insist on holding the True Divine Sword, you’ll act as bait," the Wood War God said.

"We’ll protect you from the shadows, and when necessary, you must obey our commands.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

"Obeying your commands is out of the question," Xu Zimei stated bluntly.

"But if you want to protect me from the shadows, I can agree.

However, I have one more condition."

"What condition?" the Wood War God asked, furrowing his brows.

"I want to see the Lord of Destruction," said Xu Zimei.

He’d need the Lord’s consent to enter the Form Blood Space.

"The City Lord doesn’t meet with just anyone," the Wood War God replied with a cold snort.

"That’s not an absolute statement," the Dark War God hastily intervened from the side.

He smiled, "Once we capture the Form Blood Beast together, you’ll be credited with half the achievement and naturally gain an audience with the City Lord."

"Then we have an agreement," Xu Zimei nodded.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

"I’ll briefly inform you of the situation," the Dark War God said.

"At present, there are three known Form Blood Beasts that have escaped. Be wary."

Xu Zimei nodded and left the barracks, heading straight for the inn.

Without these people’s assistance, he could kill the Form Blood Beast on his own.

Right now, however, he didn’t want to start a conflict with Destruction City.

Firstly, because their conflict would only benefit the Form Blood Beast.

Secondly, he wanted to enter the Ancient Heavenly Court and inevitably had to deal with them; there was no need to sour relations too much.

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Watching Xu Zimei depart, the Wood War God withdrew his gaze to look at the Dark War God and asked, "Why did you stop me just now?"

"You never change that temper of yours," the Dark War God snorted coldly and said.

"You know I cultivate the Power of Dark, able to nurture the dark side within a person.

But when I tested him just now, I felt my power vanish like a stone in the sea, eliciting no response."

As he said this, the Dark War God narrowed his eyes, his expression hinting at deeper thoughts.

He continued, "There are only two possibilities for such an outcome.

Either his heart embraces the light, open and untainted, where darkness cannot penetrate, but do you think that’s likely?

Or, this man is unfathomable, and I cannot shake him in the least."

Hearing the Dark War God’s words, the Wood War God seemed somewhat incredulous.

"You’re saying he’s that powerful? How is that possible?"

"Why not? Even in Destruction City, he dares to stand up to you.

What does that tell you? Confidence," the Dark War God spoke blandly.

The Wood War God lowered his head, pondering.

...

Leaving the barracks, Xu Zimei went directly to the inn.

The barracks were located quite remotely, so when he came out, there were hardly any people to be seen.

At that moment, an old man with a hunched back and tattered clothes appeared not far ahead.

"My lord, please be kind and spare some money," the old man approached Xu Zimei, begging.

But before Xu Zimei could speak, the old man’s hand moved as quick as lightning, turning into a blade edge, slashing towards Xu Zimei’s neck.

Xu Zimei slightly furrowed his brows and threw a punch.

With a "bang," his fist burst the man’s body into a mist of blood.

"So weak?" Even Xu Zimei was somewhat surprised.

But the fact was in front of him; the old man died so easily.

He sensed his surroundings for a brief moment, detecting nothing unusual.

Then he continued on his way to the inn.

Reaching the main street, the area was brightly illuminated once more.