I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 974: Chapter 973 Battle Robe, Slay Baili, Trample upon Demonic Skills

“It’s been identified as probably possessing a Heaven Shadow Stone, but since the box hasn’t been opened, the integrity of the Crystal Stone can’t be guaranteed.

Would you like to claim it?”

“Give it to me,” Xu Zimei took the box.

The elder started recording the transaction.

Leaving the Treasure Pavilion, Xu Zimei looked down at the box in his hands.

The box was white, with nothing particularly special about it.

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Only the Crystal Stone inside, transparent and nonagonal in shape, contained a mysterious power surging within.

He took the Heaven Shadow Stone back to Goose Southern Peak, then brought out a large crystal case.

The case contained an artifact, a battle robe. Xu Zimei extended his right hand and gently caressed the crystal case.

After a long time, he finally placed the Heaven Shadow Stone into the recess inside the case.

A rainbow-like light flashed by, and the crystal case began to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the crystal case disappeared, billowing Demonic Qi surged skywards from within the robe.

The robe was a black-purple color throughout with the quality of gilded gold, and black-purple stripes flickered continuously.

Embroidered at the high collar were several vicious and ferocious faces, each unique in its features.

Other parts were covered with Demon Seals.

The robe’s blood-red cape faintly bore the imprint of a demonic throne.

The moment the crystal case dissolved,

the robe soared into the sky, launching itself directly at Xu Zimei.

At the touch, Xu Zimei felt a warm power transmitted to him.

The Demon Robe automatically fitted itself onto his body, and the Demonic Qi inside him erupted in an instant.

Even the Prison Suppressor Demon Body within him seemed to stir and activate.

Within his body, the Extraordinary Meridians converted Spiritual Energy into Demonic Qi, as gilded black-purple stripes surged.

The red cape rustled loudly in the Mad Wind, with Xu Zimei standing at the summit of Goose Southern Peak.

His long hair fluttering, his eyes pitch-black, his Demonic Qi mixed with the intent of the Great Dao, seemingly crossing through ancient times.

The Qi reached out across thousands of miles and settled in the city of Hundreds Miles City.

Behind him, a new Tyrant Shadow trembled, as if excited, requesting to go into battle.

Xu Zimei felt that what he was lacking now was only a BGM.

With a wave of his right hand, the massive silhouette of Chaos emerged from the void.

Immense Immortal Qi resonated above him in the void.

Chaos had long stepped into the Immortal Extreme, with the Great Dao laid out before it to enlighten, even the least talented individuals could achieve remarkable feats.

“Boss,” Chaos looked towards Xu Zimei and spoke.

“Head for Hundreds Miles City,” Xu Zimei soared into the sky and stood atop Chaos’s head, saying calmly.

“By your command,” Chaos roared and leaped down from Goose Southern Peak, plunging straight down.

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“Tell me, who is the strongest among the younger generation in the True Martial Holy Sect now?” Several new disciples sat together, curiously discussing.

“The strongest among the younger generation naturally belongs to the Saint Heir. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be in that position, right?” someone beside replied.

“But the Saint Heir hasn’t returned for a long time, I’ve been in the Sect for so long and have never seen the Saint Heir.”

The previous person questioned: “Besides, recently there seems to be a lot of negative rumors about our Sect’s Saint Heir.

Everyone’s clamoring to take him down.”

“Right, I always feel like there are many more people around the Sect Gate recently; whenever we return to the Sect, it seems like countless eyes are watching.”

“There are many powerful ones in our Sect; we, like frogs at the bottom of a well, cannot imagine it.”

As they were chatting, suddenly a “boom” of an explosion came from not far away.

The sound was so loud it nearly ruptured their eardrums.

And it was just the aftermath of the explosion that nearly blew their bodies away.

“What sort of monster is this?” someone yelled, looking at Chaos.

“Could someone be attacking my True Martial Holy Sect?”

“What a joke, who would be so bold?”

“Look quickly, there’s someone on top of that monster.”

Suddenly, someone shouted, and all looked up.

Draped in a black robe, with a cape as red as blood enveloping him, covered by demonic clouds, the man stood there.

“Where is Ruhu?” Xu Zimei called out lightly.

“Here,” came Lin Ruhu’s loud response, as he rose into the air from not too far away.

His battle robe was mainly blue with black accents. On the chest, it was as though layered with dragon scales, each piece shimmering with an azure light.

Especially noticeable were his arms, covered by Red Hawk Shoulder Armor, a massive tiger’s head emblazoned across his collar.

Tiger patterns encircled the tiger head armor, with the Red Hawk matching the blue light, his waist girded by a Silken Barbarian Precious Belt. He stepped into the air, arriving before Chaos.

“Where is your Dark Heaven Tiger?” Xu Zimei inquired.

He still remembered the time when he and Lin Ruhu named their Dark Heaven Tigers, Situ Goudan and Zhuge Cuihua respectively.

Unbelievably, time had flown so swiftly; those days had passed by so many years ago.

No sooner had Xu Zimei finished speaking than a beast’s roar thundered through the air.

The massive body of the Dark Heaven Tiger appeared amidst a storm of blood and the stench of raw meat.

Its enormous pupils, dark and mysterious, fixed upon Lin Ruhu.

With a powerful leap and a burst of laughter, Lin Ruhu declared,

“Today we stand side by side in battle, to flatten Hundreds Miles City, to hell with the Demon Vanquishing Alliance.

Let’s drink with Baili Xiao’s head as accompaniment.”

The two Monster Beasts’ silhouettes stood one on each side, soaring through the air toward the distant Hundreds Miles City.

Passing by the gate of the True Martial Holy Sect, Sect Master Xiao, dressed in white, with sword cries resounding through the seas, called out loudly, “Saint Heir, where do you go?”

“To kill Baili, to trample the demons,” Xu Zimei replied just as loudly.

“And if you do not return?”

“Then I won’t return.”

The vast silhouettes of the two giant Monster Beasts gradually disappeared over the horizon, leaving behind only their hearty laughs.

The joy and grudges of life are just that, no more…

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“Ah,” Sect Master Xiao sighed softly.

“Why does the Sect Master sigh?” A venerable voice came from the side.

The figure of the Third Elder slowly approached.

“I have no reason to keep him,” Sect Master Xiao said.

“Why keep him?” the Third Elder retorted.

“You let your grandson join him, is that not an endorsement of his choice?” Sect Master Xiao remarked.

The Third Elder chuckled, “I told Ruhu not to get involved in this business, that in a few years, this core Elder position will be his.

By then, everything will be at his fingertips.”

“How do you think he replied to me?”

“How?”

“He said I was too old, unable to understand the ways of the world.

True Martial Holy Sect has been peaceful for millions of years; we are merely enjoying the legacies of our ancestors, waiting for death.”

The Third Elder laughed, unfazed.

“He also said that as a man in this world, one should harbor mighty aspirations, to stand at the summit of this mundane existence, to gaze upon sights unseen by the masses.

Otherwise, life is too meek, lacking in excitement.

As for life and death, let it be.”

The Third Elder played with a sword in his hand, continuing with a smile, “This sword, it’s just a sword until it’s unsheathed, whether it’s a treasure or a Divine Sword.

But once it’s drawn, blood sprayed three feet, staining countless lives, those who see it will retreat three measures.”