The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

One hour later...

ROAR!

The battle horn howled, shaking the very heavens.

Fire Peak Lord Huo Rong rose to his feet, his black beard gleaming like polished obsidian, his long hair flowing like a noble scholar in a painting—

—if not for the sheer murderous intent twisting his features.

Su Xiaobai's brows lifted.

He had assumed Huo Rong was on their side.

So why was this bastard looking at him like he fucked his wife?

And then—

With a lazy shove, Huo Rong sent his two disciples into the stage.

At first glance, they were just two figures clad in flame-patterned robes.

But the moment their auras ignited, the entire sect balcony stiffened.

Because these weren't just any disciples.

One was Inner Court Rank #7—Blazing Tyrant Yan Wushang.

His Ninefold Inferno Body made his very bones burn with fire, every strike capable of melting steel into lava.

The other?

Inner Court Rank #4—Huo Lingxue, the Ember-Frost Phoenix.

A woman who wielded both fire and ice, suppressing flames while enhancing her own.

Even Liu Zhenhai, the so-called "main event" of this tournament, wasn't as strong as these two.

Su Xiaobai's eyes flickered.

First thought?

"Damn, this old man wants to burn me to death."

His gaze flicked up.

And there was Huo Rong, lounging on the balcony like a warlord watching his executioners work.

Su Xiaobai's expression darkened, and his eyes snapped to Zhu Qing.

She immediately looked away.

She had no fucking idea what happened either.

Wasn't Huo Rong supposed to be an ally?

Before he could dwell on it, a sneering voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What's wrong, Brother Su? Looking for an escape route?"

Yan Wushang chuckled, stepping forward, his aura twisting the air into waves of heat.

Meanwhile—

Huo Lingxue didn't move.

She simply walked to the edge of the stage, leaned against the railing, and flicked open an ice-blue fan.

The arrogance was staggering.

She wasn't even leaving the battlefield.

Because she wasn't worried.

They had already decided—Yan Wushang would go first.

And to her, neither of them were a threat.

Su Xiaobai's eyes swept over them both.

Then, a wicked smile curled his lips.

"Escape route? No."

His voice was leisurely, amused—but sharp as a knife hidden beneath silk.

"I was just recalling the path your mother took when she wandered into my chambers one fateful night."

Yan Wushang's smile faltered.

Su Xiaobai continued, his tone filled with gentle reminiscence.

"Such a tragic mistake… for her to lose her way so thoroughly. And then to birth a grandson so utterly ignorant he can't even recognize his elders?"

BOOM.

The entire sect balcony exploded in chaos.

"HOLY FUCK—"

"HE... HE ... JUST INSULTED THREE GENERATIONS IN ONE BREATH!"

"THIS ISN'T A FIGHT, THIS IS BLOODLINE ANNIHILATION....!"

Even the Peak Lords twitched.

Huo Rong's fists clenched, his beard trembling like a storm-tossed tree. Although Yan Wushang wasn't his biological son, the truth was…

He was having an affair with Yan Wushang's mother.

And Su Xiaobai?

Su Xiaobai had just implied, in front of the entire sect, that he fucked that woman first.

And turned Huo Rong's head green.

The Peak Lords caught on instantly.

The frost Peak Lord Leng Tianhai's ice-cold face twitched. "Huo Rong, I see your temper flaring. Are you… perhaps feeling personally attacked?"

Beast Peak Lord Feng Ruhu let out a mocking chuckle. "Old Huo, I didn't realize you had such a complicated family tree."

Hei Wuying, the bastard of shadow peak, whispered to his disciple.

"Remember this, Yan Xue. True villains never waste a fight—they attack the opponent's bloodline before the battle even starts."

Yan Xue, still battered from Su Xiaobai's earlier beating, could only nod numbly.

Yan Wushang, however—was about to explode.

His veins bulged, his entire aura flaring like an erupting volcano.

"Su Xiaobai, you dog—"

But before he could even finish, a soft clap rang through the arena.

Huo Lingxue had lowered her fan, revealing her cool, amused gaze.

The crowd expected her to be furious—after all, she was standing on the same side as Yan Wushang.

But instead?

She looked at Su Xiaobai with genuine intrigue.

Because, unlike Yan Wushang, she wasn't some blindly loyal disciple.

She was just an orphan.

A pawn picked up and molded by Huo Rong, trained for a future only he knew.

So she didn't feel offended.

If anything—she was curious.

This man…

Had just publicly humiliated a Peak Lord and his strongest disciple, in front of the entire sect—

And he was still standing there, smiling.

Like a villain who had set fire to the battlefield—

—and was watching it burn.

"Su Xiaobai, You Fool! Why Are You Courting Death?!"

This was the emotion in everyone's eyes.

Why?

Why was he fanning the flames?

Did he not fear getting burned?

They didn't understand.

They thought Su Xiaobai was courting death.

But Su Xiaobai?

He knew the truth.

Some flames can be extinguished.

But others?

They only burn hotter.

"Good! Good! Brother Su, don't blame me for not going easy…!"

Yan Wushang had long heard that Su Xiaobai gave no one face—

But today?

Today, he saw it firsthand.

His eyes burned with fury as he lifted his hands, revealing a pair of golden gauntlets, glowing like molten suns.

"These are my Tyrant Sun Gauntlets! Forged in the volcanic depths of the Hellfire Abyss! Become the first fool to die beneath them!"

The crowd gasped.

A treasure forged in the abyssal core of a volcano?!

Even some elders couldn't keep their greed hidden.

And Su Xiaobai?

He just gave them a curious glance.

Then, without shame—

"Can I have them if I defeat you?"

"...What?"

Yan Wushang's aura stumbled mid-surge.

Then—he laughed.

A deep, wild, tyrannical laugh.

"HAHAHAHA! Sure! But first—eat this!"

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His body exploded into flames, his figure wrapped in a raging inferno.

heatwaves rippled across the stage.

The ground beneath him melted, the very jade platform darkening from the sheer intensity.

And then—

"Heaven-Burning Tyrant Fist!"

Two fireballs—each as large as a miniature sun—

BOOM!

The world roared as they shot toward Su Xiaobai.

The very sky burned, waves of flame consuming the battlefield.

The sect felt as if they were sitting atop an erupting volcano.

Disciples in the stands felt their robes ignite, some backing away instinctively.

And Su Xiaobai?

He stood still.

As if he didn't see the approaching twin suns.

As if he didn't feel the scorching heat threatening to consume him.

Then—

A shift in the air.

A weight so heavy it was like the heavens themselves had descended.

Yan Wushang's breath fastened.

His body froze.

Something pressed down on him.

Like the gravity of a falling star, the pull of a collapsing celestial body.

For just a single second, his eyes met Su Xiaobai's.

And in that moment—

It felt like thousands of celestial bodies were pressing down on his soul.

Then—

The two miniature suns that were charging toward Su Xiaobai—

They contracted.

And contracted.

And contracted.

Until—

CRASH!

Like the shattering of a dying planet—

The twin suns imploded.

And then—

BOOM!!!

The sky split apart, a volcanic eruption of power sending shockwaves outward.

Flames devoured the battlefield, scorching the ground, surging into the heavens.

Elders leaped from their seats.

"Cover yourselves!"

A commanding roar rang through the arena, an elder's voice sharp with urgency.

The explosion's shockwave expanded outward, drowning everything within a thousand meters in fire.

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!"

Gasps, disbelief, chaos.

And then—

As the flames finally dissipated—

As the smoke began to clear—

All eyes locked onto Su Xiaobai.

There he stood—completely untouched.

In his hand—

A sword.

A long, red blade, still pulsing with a deep, eerie glow.

And that's when it hit them.

Someone whispered.

A single word—

"Sword Intent…?"

But the moment they said it—they hesitated.

No.

Something was wrong.

This wasn't Sword Intent.