I Truly Am The Villian

Two extreme forces killed their way from within outward.

Even the Form Blood Space might struggle to withstand it.

That was the thought in the minds of those present.

The Sea of Blood also seemed to have sensed something, turning the entire Form Blood Space upside down and stirring the heavens and earth.

Gigantic waves roared, threatening to overturn the sky and the earth.

Immediately, the people felt as if they were a mere leaf boat in these Shocking Waves, drifting with the tide.

The power of the waves was so great, it seemed capable of drowning everything.

The Heavenly Tribulation from outside, Xu Zimei’s Blade Intent, and the turbulent Sea of Blood all clashed together in an instant.

Yet, the expected explosion did not occur.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell eerily silent, as if everything had been frozen in time.

Even Zimo found himself unable to move anything but his thoughts.

A hand stretched out from the Sea of Blood.

A yellowish palm appeared and with a gentle squeeze, the raging Sea of Blood calmed down.

Following that, the palm swung, and with one swoop, the Heavenly Tribulation was obliterated.

With a second swing, Xu Zimei’s Blade Intent vanished into thin air.

It was as if everything had returned to its original state.

The crazy collision from just moments before had vanished as if it had never existed.

"This," Chief Shuo and the others watched, their complexions drastically changing.

Only they understood just how powerful that force had been a moment ago.

And yet it was dissolved so effortlessly.

The closer you get to the Heavenly Dao, the more you feel the difference in power.

This statement couldn’t be truer.

"A Nirvana Realm power?" Chang Style Blood Beast said with a grave look.

"It’s not that simple. It’s not something that could be done by just reaching the Nirvana Realm," Chief Shuo shook his head slightly.

The Form Blood Clan also had an old Clan Leader who was in the Nirvana Void Realm, but when compared to the strength exhibited just now, it was definitely not on the same level.

In fact, it was even higher.

After the yellowish palm had dissolved everything, it tore through the void in front of it, and a figure of a man stepped through the broken space.

The man looked calm, his black hair moving without wind.

He stood there as if the focus of the world involuntarily gathered upon him.

He was clad in a yellow robe adorned with several unrecognizable flowers.

When the man’s gaze swept over, everyone felt an implicit pressure.

"My True Divine Sword," the man murmured.

"How many years have passed, and finally, a successor has come."

"What... is your name?" the man looked at Xu Zimei and asked.

"Xu Zimei," Xu Zimei frowned in response.

"Right and wrong," the man shook his head slightly.

The next moment, the man’s expression suddenly contorted, he clutched his head and began to roar in rage.

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His voice was laced with endless pain.

The three of the Form Blood Clan took several steps back; judging from the previous situation, if this man were to go mad, their only option would be to flee since they stood no chance in a fight.

Xu Zimei just stared at him, trying to determine whether he was indeed the Holy Master.

Unfortunately, he had never seen the real Holy Master.

After snarling for a long while, the man once again calmed down.

"I want to see you," he said, looking at Xu Zimei suddenly.

"Aren’t I right in front of you?" Xu Zimei replied.

"No, a true meeting," the man shook his head, pointing upwards, "I’ll be waiting for you up there."

As he said this, the man frowned again, clenching his teeth tightly.

He said, "I have a premonition that my time is running short. It seems there is something I need to tell you, but I can’t remember anything."

"You don’t need to rush, take your time to remember," said Xu Zimei.

"Not trustworthy, not trustworthy, no creature is trustworthy," the man said, shaking his head slightly.

His expression then turned indifferent again.

"Do you want to set them free?"

"Why not?" Xu Zimei countered.

"The Form Blood Clan will emerge into the world again; are you sure you can handle them?" the man asked.

"Nowadays, there is no second Holy Master to stand up."

"Sire, our Form Blood Clan means no disrespect; we only wish for freedom," Chief Shuo hurriedly interjected.

"There has never been a need for a Holy Master in this world. Every being has its own destiny," Xu Zimei declared.

"Somebody has to stand up, be it the Holy Master or someone else."

"Since you are so determined, then I shall satisfy you," the man said with a wave of his hand.

The surging Sea of Blood began to dissipate, and the power of the seal weakened bit by bit.

It seemed even the man’s apparition was affected.

He looked at Xu Zimei and spoke again, "Remember, remember well, I will be waiting for you above."

As his voice fell, the Form Blood Space shattered, and the man’s figure vanished.

Countless roars echoed in the void.

It seemed as if an age-long wait had finally come to an end, and the people of the Form Blood Clan were venting their feelings towards the sky.

Some were even teary-eyed, desperately breathing in the air of the outside world.

"Keep your people in line," Xu Zimei told Chief Shuo.

"Remember what I say: I am not as merciful as the Holy Master.

If you trespass again, I will exterminate all of you without mercy."

Chang and another person had uncertain expressions on their faces, but Chief Shuo nodded and smiled.

He said, "Your Excellency can rest assured. If others do not provoke us, our Form Blood Clan will not overstep."

"If your Form Blood Clan wishes to challenge my authority, you are welcome to try," Xu Zimei said, glancing at the group before turning to leave.

The Form Blood Space was dissipating little by little.

He had two reasons for helping the Form Blood Clan. First, naturally, their actions had moved him.

As for the second, he too needed to leave this place—he couldn’t be trapped here forever.

...

Looking up from the land of Destruction, the sky was blood-red.

It was a rare phenomenon in the land of Destruction.

All beings living in this world looked up at the firmament on this day.

The firmament was collapsing, and the seal was breaking.

The Lord of Destruction stood at the bottom, shaking his head and sighing, "In the end, we couldn’t hold it back."

First, a Form Blood Beast burst out of the seal, followed by groups, hundreds of Form Blood Beasts swarming out at once.

"Put everyone on alert," ordered the Lord of Destruction, looking at the Thunder War God beside him.

"No one is allowed to conflict with the Form Blood Beasts without my command."

"But," the Thunder War God hesitated.

"City Lord, it might be better to strike first given the situation."

"Do as I said," asserted the Lord of Destruction calmly.

...

Watching Xu Zimei leave, the Form Blood Beast named Xu coldly snorted.

Dissatisfied, he said, "This kid is way too arrogant. Does he think he is the Holy Master just because he has the True Divine Sword?"

"Clan Leader, why did you..." the Chang Style Blood Beast also asked with a puzzled face.

Chief Shuo, narrowing his eyes, countered, "Do you think this kid looks like a fool?"