I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 977: Chapter 976: The Demonic Skills Conference Begins

Just like during the previous Heavenly Martial Tournament, in the central void of the city, there was a projection that captured all the events of the tournament.

The location for holding the Demon-Cleansing Assembly was none other than the Heavenly Primordial small world of the Baili Family.

Early in the morning, crowds were already making their way toward the Baili Family.

Besides the leading twelve Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, the procession was followed by first-class and second-class sect gates, as well as renowned loose cultivators across the continent.

This Demon-Cleansing Assembly did not have high requirements, and anyone could come out to battle.

But life or death was not regarded, in short, if one wished to compete for the position of Alliance Hierarch, they should be prepared to die.

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Otherwise, with Merfolk’s eyes amidst pearls, anyone could join the fray, and this tournament would never end.

Below the Star Picking Tower, after Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu descended, they found Miss Jing waiting for them specially at the foot of the tower.

“Zimo bro, how should I address her?” Lin Ruhu asked.

He did not know the relationship between Xu Zimei and Miss Jing.

“You should call me sister-in-law,” Miss Jing said, covering her mouth with a light laugh.

“So, you were waiting here early in the morning just to tease me?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Can’t you be a little gentler with me,” Miss Jing said with a reproachful look at Xu Zimei.

In an instant, her charm was striking.

Taking two tokens out of her sleeve, she said, “Here, these are the tokens to enter the Demon-Cleansing Assembly. Although there aren’t many restrictions for the Demon-Cleansing Assembly, you didn’t think just anyone could enter, did you?”

“Thanks,” Xu Zimei took the tokens and said.

He glanced at the tokens; one side was black, and the other was gold.

The golden side depicted a small figure raising a longsword to strike, while on the black side, an ugly Demon lay on the ground.

“Recently, a lot of rhetoric has appeared on the continent, in short, the theory of the Demon King’s destruction,” Miss Jing said.

“Someone is deliberately spreading it, probably trying to set you against the entire world and make people loathe the Demon Race.

There are even those who have begun impersonating the Demon Race, acting under that banner, and looting and plundering.”

“I think these people are the ones who deserve to die the most,” Lin Ruhu said angrily.

“Beastly on the inside, sanctimonious scum on the outside.”

Xu Zimei nodded slightly to the side.

“Zimo bro, do you also think they are beasts?” Lin Ruhu asked.

“Ah, I don’t care about the others,” Xu Zimei said, looking at the token, “The Demon King is clearly such a handsome guy, yet he’s depicted so uglily.

Just for this alone, gods and men alike are indignant.”

After finishing, Xu Zimei looked at Miss Jing and asked, “Are you also going into the Demon-Cleansing Assembly?”

“How could I miss seeing you display your divine might?” Miss Jing said with a smile.

“If you get defeated, I might just be in the perfect position to rescue the hero.”

“And hey, you don’t have to thank me. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. What will you do when it’s time to return the favor?”

“That’s easy, if you ever find yourself in trouble one day, or being pursued by enemies, I might consider saving you,” Xu Zimei replied.

“I won’t find myself in trouble,” Miss Jing shook her head and said with confidence.

“Don’t be so sure,” Xu Zimei replied.

“I’m that confident,” Miss Jing said, looking into Xu Zimei’s eyes, word by word.

With a “clang,” the sound of Tyrant Shadow being drawn suddenly erupted.

Startled, Miss Jing looked in front of her to find Xu Zimei’s Tyrant Shadow already positioned at her neck.

The icy chill of Blade Intent even touched her skin.

She could feel the austere intent to kill.

“If I now decide to kill you, then advise myself not to, I’m saving your life,” Xu Zimei sheathed his sword and said.

“See, I just saved you, and now we’re even.”

“What kind of heartwarming logic is this?” Miss Jing froze in place.

“You cursing at me?” Xu Zimei looked up, frowning.

“No, not at all. TMD means ‘sweet’. It’s not a curse,” Miss Jing quickly explained.

“Fine, let’s head to the Baili Family,” Xu Zimei waved it off, not dwelling on it.

…

As the host of this Demon Suppression Convention,

the Baili Family had prepared for quite a while, putting aside everything to focus on the event.

The Family Head Baili Chengfeng, too, stood at the entrance of the family gates in a green long robe, receiving the guests with respect.

There was a special place at the entrance for checking tokens.

Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu, wearing masks, handed in their tokens and walked in.

“Zimo, how do you think people would react if we took off our masks during the Demon Suppression Convention?” Ruhu asked with a laugh.

After thinking for a bit, he added, “They might think it’s a case of ‘throwing the wolf amongst the sheep’.”

“Shouldn’t it be ‘a tiger entering a flock of sheep’?” Xu Zimei laughed.

The gates to the Heavenly Primordial mini-world were opened, and the portal in the void spun slowly.

Those of esteemed status had already gone in first, while the rest could only line up in an orderly manner to enter the Heavenly Primordial mini-world.

Returning to the Heavenly Primordial mini-world, Xu Zimei was filled with memories.

The first time he came here, he was here to create a world, to steal the Mysterious Yellow Qi.

Afterwards, without the Mysterious Yellow Qi, this mini-world was essentially wasted; now it could only be used to host large-scale events, with its vast area being the only advantage left.

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Everyone examined the interior of the Heavenly Primordial mini-world,

to see at the very center, a ring nearly a thousand meters in length and width.

The materials used for the ring were rare Great Dao crystals.

It was evident that the Baili Family had gone all out this time.

Many people, including the common folk, couldn’t fathom many things; even if the Demon King were killed, it didn’t seem like the Baili Family would gain much.

No one understood why they were so eagerly invested,

paying such a hefty price.

Around the ring were several hundred seats intended for those of slightly higher status.

Especially the first few dozen seats, they were fashioned out of sparkling gold, with dragons and phoenixes, both prestigious and grand in appearance.

As for the rest, they had no choice but to stand outside and watch.

After all, this election of the Alliance Hierarch had nothing to do with them; they were just there to enjoy the spectacle.

Along the edges, there were several very large drums.

Xu Zimei checked his token and found he had no assigned seat.

It was normal not to have a seat since the moniker ‘Black and White Asura’ had only come out yesterday.

He looked around and happened to see an acquaintance.

He exchanged a glance with Lin Ruhu.

“Yo, isn’t this the two gentlemen from the Beast Sect?” Lin Ruhu swaggered up to them with a grin.

Although he had broken Zhang Shihao’s limbs the day before, the Heavenly Fowl Sect was a major sect, and life-saving elixirs were not uncommon.

With an elder to treat injuries, recovery wasn’t difficult.

Seeing Lin Ruhu and his companion approach, Zhang Shihao’s complexion changed slightly.

He asked hastily, “What do you want?

This is the Demon Suppression Convention, and all twelve Imperial Rule Immortal Sects are present. You’d best behave.”