I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 976: Chapter 975: Twelve Imperial Rule Immortal Sects

Having grown from such a colossal superpower, supplemented by his grandfather’s resources,

there was no way he could be compared to Zhang Shihao.

Though he had never heard of the Heavenly Fowl Sect, just by the name, it seemed rather unimpressive.

If it were truly a distinguished guest, he might have stayed directly at the Baili Residence.

That is, only when Baili Residence was full would some other people be assigned to Star Picking Tower.

Perhaps it was because of the Heavenly Gang Fierce Tiger Body, combined with the Asura mask, that his presence was filled with an overwhelming evil qi.

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Zhang Shihao transformed his right hand into an eagle claw and his left hand into a tiger claw, charging at Lin Ruhu with a fierce momentum.

Lin Ruhu snorted coldly in disdain.

He lunged forward, aiming a punch directly at Zhang Shihao’s head, intent on smashing it.

A trace of surprise flashed through Zhang Shihao’s eyes as he felt the chilly punch approaching, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

But Lin Ruhu was incredibly fast, his spiritual energy surging like shocking waves, his tiger’s roar deafening.

His right hand, transforming into a massive tiger imprint, burst forth catching Zhang Shihao with the speed of lightning.

His hands, like steel claws, dug deep into Zhang Shihao’s flesh.

“Ah…,” a scream followed.

“What are you screaming for, it’s just the beginning,” Lin Ruhu snorted coldly.

With the power of a single punch, Zhang Shihao’s body was sent flying backward.

He spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Lin Ruhu’s fists clenched with a “bang bang” sound as he walked step by step toward Zhang Shihao.

His muscular frame emanated the dominance of the king of beasts.

“Master, save me,” Zhang Shihao cried out while spouting blood.

Lin Ruhu just grinned and ignored everyone else.

He walked up to Zhang Shihao, stretched out his right foot, and stomped hard on his limbs.

The elder’s eyes flashed with a sharp gleam as he quickly charged at Lin Ruhu.

However, he was fast, but someone was faster.

Xu Zimei’s figure instantly blocked him, meeting his palm with a clash.

Xu Zimei remained unmoved, but the elder was forced to retreat more than three steps, instantly revealing the difference in their strength.

“If you want to play, I’ll play with you,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

A look of dread flashed in the elder’s eyes, and he said, “Sir, this is probably just a misunderstanding. There’s no need to kill anyone.”

“Killing him is too far, it would dirty my foot,” Lin Ruhu snorted coldly.

He crushed his limbs directly, and screams of agony echoed continuously.

At this moment, Zhang Shihao lay on the ground like a dead dog.

“I’m just killing a chicken to warn the monkeys. When we, the Black and White Asura, came in earlier, the shopkeeper said he did not recognize our names.

Today, I shall let you all know. If anyone still doesn’t remember, feel free to stand up and say so.”

His words were extremely arrogant—killing a chicken to warn the monkeys, implying who was the chicken and who was the monkey.

It was self-evident.

Seeing that no one around spoke, Lin Ruhu disdainfully spat.

“You lot also came to participate in the Exorcism Grand Assembly, might as well let my brother be the Alliance Hierarch.”

Xu Zimei didn’t bother with Lin Ruhu; his gaze swept across the first floor.

Eventually, he spotted a familiar figure.

He slowly walked forward, looking at the woman in front of him, and smiled, “Miss Jing, what a coincidence.”

Miss Jing’s attire was different from the previous times.

She wore a light purple robe, boldly cut wide at the neck, revealing a beautifully contoured neck and delicate collarbones.

Her collarbones were so deep, one could rear goldfish in them.

Sunlight streamed in through a window and fell upon her, her skin as smooth as jade, her beautiful face softly glowing.

Especially those purposely made-up purple enchanting pupils, which possessed a natural spiritual energy and a subtly charming and cunning hue.

It seemed as though no matter where she sat, she would be the one to catch people’s attention at first glance.

“This is hardly a coincidence,” Miss Jing whispered.

“I came specifically for Young Master Xu.”

“For me? What for?” Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

“The Demonic Skills Conference. Originally, I wanted to disrupt it,” Miss Jing chuckled behind her hand.

“But now that Young Master Xu is here, there will be a good show to watch.”

“I think you came just to watch the show,” Xu Zimei replied.

He had issued the challenge seven days ago, and those who were interested would naturally know.

“Young Master Xu has traveled a long distance to get here, aren’t you thirsty?” Miss Jing picked up a cup of wine and handed it to Xu Zimei.

The rim of the cup still bore the imprint of red lipstick.

It was clear she had just used it.

“No thank you,” Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.

He sat down at the table nearby.

Miss Jing smiled and shook her head, “You are still so unromantic.”

Lin Ruhu also sat down next to him and shouted, “Shopkeeper, bring us brothers some good wine and good dishes.”

The shopkeeper sighed; clearly, he did not want to cause any more trouble and ordered his people to prepare the meal.

…

After dinner, the outside sky gradually darkened.

Yet the entire city remained brightly lit, preparing for tomorrow’s Demonic Skills Conference.

The Baili Family must be the busiest at this time.

Xu Zimei stood on the highest floor of the Star Picking Tower, overlooking the surroundings.

From here, he couldn’t see inside the city as it was too high; he could only look down at the outskirts of Hundreds Miles City.

Lin Ruhu came up from outside, holding a list.

“Zimo, I’ve investigated a bit. This time there are twelve from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect of the Baili Family coming,” Lin Ruhu said.

“As for the other top and second-tier forces, they are too numerous to count.

And these twelve Imperial Rule Immortal Sects aren’t all; it’s said that many more went to the Central Continent’s Slaying Immortal Sect, wanting to coordinate with the Saint Heir of Slaying Immortal Sect.”

“We really have a once-in-a-lifetime excitement,” Xu Zimei smiled.

“Which twelve Imperial Rule Immortal Sects?”

“There are four from our Eastern Continent—the Blood Nether Holy Sect, Purgatory Holy Sect, Mo Family, and their own Baili Family.

Five came from the Northern Continent, including Phoenix Ancient Country, Sword Spirit Country, Vast Sea Country, Great Qian Empire, and Heavenly Dragon Country.

While three from the Western Continent are the Heavenly Fox Clan, Minor Brightness Holy Land, and Putuo Temple.

As for the South Continent and the Central Continent, the Imperial Rule Immortal Sects there seem to have all gathered at the Slaying Immortal Sect, not coming here.”

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

The Northern Continent, known for its empires, ruled by thirty-six empires, could say each empire was equivalent to an Immortal Gate.

Many of these Immortal Gates were not familiar to him, he was more familiar with the sects of his native Eastern Continent.

“Even the Mo Family is here,” Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.

As a family of the Taoist Array Great Emperor, he had a fairly good relationship with the Mo Family before, having used their Teleportation Array during his last trip to the Central Continent.

“Hopefully, they’ll all be surprised tomorrow,” Xu Zimei murmured as he looked up at the distant starry sky.

…

A night without words,

The dawn finally broke, and all of Hundreds Miles City could be described as extraordinarily lively, with drumming, lion dancing, and celebratory shouting.

The Demonic Skills Conference was officially held at the Baili Family.