I am The Fated Villain

Chapter 1478: The Beginning of the Battle of Demon Realm, You Are So Brave

Chu Bai’s response had been swift. After killing the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan, he immediately reached out to his friends in Xian Chu. However, he underestimated the magnitude of the chaos triggered by the death of a demon prince.

A vast army of monstrous creatures surged from the border of the Longling Ancient Region, darkening the sky and blotting out the sun. All cultivators and creatures felt a deep, chilling terror grip them. Amidst the swirling black demonic aura, millions of demon soldiers stood ready, their presence overwhelming. The mist rolled and surged around them, and flashes of colorful feathers and scales glimmered in the darkness. Their massive forms loomed like mountains, instilling an infinite sense of oppression in those who beheld them.

This monster army had weathered countless battles, their evil spirits soaring to new heights as if they had emerged from a sea of corpses and blood.

The entire sky was rent asunder by the terrifying evil spirit emanating from the demon army. Streams of aura and blood, swirling like dark smoke, penetrated the heavens, hovering ominously above the heads of the leading demon generals. The chaotic mist accompanied their advance, instilling fear in the hearts of all who witnessed it.

Cultivators and creatures trembled at the sight, bewildered by the sudden appearance of such a formidable force, uncertain of what had transpired to provoke this bloodthirsty onslaught into the surrounding star field.

At the forefront of the army stood Di Kun, the Seventh Prince of the Demon Court, having assumed a human form. With cold, piercing eyes, he scanned the living galaxies around him before raising his hand, commanding, “I will take away all the cultivators and creatures in the surrounding star field. We will investigate thoroughly to uncover who dares to kill the emperor’s younger brother.”

“Yes, Your Highness Seventh,” the demon generals responded in unison, their voices a chorus of obedience.

Following the command, they transformed into streaks of divine light, rushing towards the nearby ancient life stars like a relentless torrent. Weapons shimmering with radiant light and entwined with Dao patterns materialized in their hands, ready for battle. Among them, several colorful gourds erupted, releasing torrents of heavenly light that began to siphon in the ancient stars of life one by one.

More monstrous soldiers surged into the distance, effectively sealing off any potential escape routes for the cultivators and creatures. Those who dared to resist faced swift retribution, shot down without hesitation, their lives extinguished on the spot.

In an instant, the Longling Ancient Region echoed with wails and screams. Many cultivators, fueled by fury, soared into the air to mount a resistance against the overwhelming demon army. However, the strength of the demon generals was terrifyingly formidable. With a mere flick of their palms, they disintegrated their opponents mid-air, turning them into bloody mist, obliterating both body and spirit.

Di Kun, observing this carnage, wore an indifferent expression, his emotions unruffled by the chaos surrounding him. With a swift motion, he seized a figure whose cultivation approached the realm of an immortal king, gripping him like a helpless chicken. “Who killed my brother in the Longling Ancient Region?” he demanded coldly.

Unlike his brother Di Wen, Di Kun possessed the highest bloodline of the monster clan, having long been a true existence in the Dao realm. With just a thought, he could lay waste to the entire ancient domain. His orders to hunt down those responsible were not merely for revenge but also to bolster the prestige of the demon court; otherwise, the hatred festering in his heart would remain unresolved.

At this critical juncture, with his younger brother Di Wen brutally slain, he found it impossible to believe that no one orchestrated the plot behind it. Regardless of the circumstances, he was determined to uncover the truth behind Di Wen’s death.

“We don’t know…” the half-step immortal king stammered, his voice trembling. He was the ancestor of a family in the surrounding star field, a recluse who had spent years cultivating in isolation and remained uninformed about external affairs.

In that moment, Di Kun’s grip tightened, and he dragged the trembling half-step immortal king closer, his head spinning with confusion and dread. The elder had no understanding of the unfolding chaos, having secluded himself deep within his family’s stronghold. Now, in the blink of an eye, disaster had struck.

Around him, the ancient life stars lay in ruin, and the cries of his kin echoed as they were mercilessly slaughtered by the demon soldiers of the demon court.

“Since you don’t know, then I can bury you with my brother. All of you are responsible for his death here,” Di Kun declared, his face betraying no emotion as he crushed the half-step immortal king effortlessly, like squashing a mere insect.

At that moment, several figures approached from a distance, their faces etched with fury. Among them were demon generals holding a few captured cultivators. “Your Highness, we have uncovered the truth about His Royal Highness Ninth’s death,” one of them reported.

Such news couldn’t remain hidden for long; after all, the two massive suns had been visible in the sky that day, one of which had been transformed by a golden crow. When the Golden Crow vanished without a trace, suspicion quickly fell upon the one responsible.

“Very good, what a Chu family…” Di Kun’s face darkened further, each word laced with barely contained rage. Clad in a golden and black cloak, he radiated a formidable presence, yet his murderous aura and fury were unmistakable.

With a sweeping gesture, he tore apart the fabric of space before him, creating a large tunnel that led through the universe. The mighty monster army surged forward behind him, their advance shaking the very sky like an unstoppable torrent.

In Xuan Luo City, the atmosphere was thick with shock and anger as all the Chu clansmen witnessed the rising blood mist in the distance, filling the air with a palpable sense of dread.

“It came so fast,” Chu Bai said, his expression grave as he stood resolutely in the sky. With his strength, he could perceive the boundless slaughter unfolding in the remote universe. Blood soared, and tragic scenes of devastation filled his vision.

Wherever the monster army advanced, not a blade of grass remained—every living being was mercilessly exterminated. He had severely underestimated the demon court’s response. At that moment, nearly ten demon generals had been dispatched, each one at the level of an immortal emperor. The leader’s strength was even more formidable; Chu Bai suspected they were at least at the Dao Realm, and likely not just an ordinary Dao Realm being.

“I have sent the news back, but Xian Chu hasn’t sent anyone here yet. It seems that my trip is becoming increasingly ominous,” he thought, his heart sinking. Despite wielding the precious Sun-Shooting Bow, his Immortal King strength was not enough to contend with such a powerful assembly of demon generals and soldiers. The presence of an unfathomable Dao Realm among them only deepened his sense of foreboding.

“The last remaining aura of my brother is indeed on you. Did you kill him?” Di Kun’s voice echoed ominously, carrying a chilling calmness that belied his fury. “You are very brave.”

The monster mist thickened, covering the sky and blocking out the sun as the mighty demon army emerged from the cosmic tunnel. They hovered above Xuan Luo City, a turbulent wave of power that made one’s scalp prickle with fear. Di Kun’s expression remained indifferent, but his gaze was fixed intently on Chu Bai, who bore the remnants of his younger brother Di Wen’s aura. The darkness in his eyes deepened, revealing a coldness that only amplified his murderous intent.

The cultivators and creatures within Xuan Luo City trembled, collapsing to their knees under the weight of fear. The oppressive atmosphere felt as though it could extinguish their spirits and crush their bodies into dust. This was the terrifying influence of a Dao Realm existence; with a single thought, entire realms could be obliterated.

The Longling Ancient Region, under his command, seemed almost trivial, easily within the scope of his wrath. Chu Bai struggled against the overwhelming power of the Dao Realm, but it was futile. Blood poured from his mouth as he was crushed to the ground, unable to lift his head in the face of such insurmountable force.

In an instant, Chu Bai’s body exploded under the immense pressure. Blood seeped from his pores, and the bones within him cracked and collapsed, a gruesome testament to the overwhelming power of Di Kun. A mere look or thought from the Dao Realm existence was enough to erase him from existence.

Yet, Di Kun refrained from delivering the final blow. If Chu Bai were to die so easily, it would do little to satisfy his thirst for vengeance. The humiliation of losing his brother, the Ninth Prince of the Demon Court, to such an insignificant creature was almost beyond belief; it felt like a nightmare that refused to end.

But the truth remained: this unimaginable event had indeed transpired.