I Really Am A Villain

Although Corpse Hook wore a faint smile, he still stood to the side, watching Xu Zimo warily. At the slightest movement from Xu Zimo, thunderous retaliation could follow.

“I can’t deal with your business right now, I still haven’t settled things with this guy chasing me,” Xu Zimo said, pointing toward the approaching Abyssal Tyrant.

“We won’t get involved in Young Master Xu’s affairs,” Corpse Hook replied, shaking his head with a smile.

“We’re all friends here. What’s there not to get involved in?” Xu Zimo said lightly. “Your barrier, can it restrain that thing?”

“You’d better leave, Young Master Xu,” Corpse Hook said, his tone calm but laced with warning.

Xu Zimo glanced at the Abyssal Tyrant, then suddenly charged straight into the barrier.

The power of the Nether Floating Life Barrier lay in its ability to suppress both divine and ghostly powers alike. It had been devised by the Nine Ghost Gods as a trump card after years of conflict with the gods and ghosts.

When Xu Zimo entered, the Ghost Gods’ eyes narrowed. To prevent him from disturbing the formation, they trapped him within it as well.

By the time the Abyssal Tyrant arrived, he could only glare at Xu Zimo through the shimmering barrier.

“You can’t kill him,” Corpse Hook said, turning toward the Abyssal Tyrant.

“What? You’re going to protect him?” Abyssal Tyrant’s voice turned cold, demonic energy surging around him.

“Do you even know who he is?” Corpse Hook asked.

“I’ve never needed to know who someone is before killing them,” the Abyssal Tyrant said flatly. “Let him out, and I’ll spare your barrier.”

“He doesn’t need our protection,” Corpse Hook said with a shake of his head. “Once we’ve sent these two, Primal God Sovereign and Spectral Ghost Sovereign, away, you can settle your own business.”

“Then don’t blame me for breaking through,” the Abyssal Tyrant roared.

A river of blood boiled through the void, within which trillions of wheels spun wildly.

“The one I want dead, no one can protect!” he thundered.

With a push of his hands, the blood river and the divine wheels surged down from the heavens.

The other Ghost Gods steadied the barrier; they couldn’t act rashly.

Ghost God Shaman King stepped forward, massive axe in hand. Lightning and thunder rolled, storms crashed down, and his towering figure seemed to hold up half the sky.

When the raging blood river met the giant axe, thunder exploded, wind howled, and the blood tide spread outward, corroding everything in sight.

Shaman King’s body was soon shredded into pieces within the crimson torrent. Though he was a Saint Sovereign, he was still no match for the Abyssal Tyrant, who was a Creation God.

The Abyssal Tyrant snorted coldly and stepped forward again, about to shatter the barrier completely.

But Shaman King’s scattered flesh suddenly began to reform in midair.

“I’ve been dead for millions of years,” his voice rumbled coldly. “Why would I need you to kill me again?”

His aura surged stronger than before, and a true fate appeared behind him, a stern-faced man holding the God-Smiting Whip, eyes sharp and cold beneath a dark crow-feathered cap.

“It’s Prince Ye,” one of the Ghost Gods said with a sneer. “Shaman King died long ago, his mortal body became Prince Ye. His soul became true fate, his flesh became what he is now.”

“You’ve made me very angry,” Prince Ye said icily, raising the whip. When it cracked down, it split the heavens in two.

“The difference in power can’t be erased by tricks,” the Abyssal Tyrant replied calmly.

Behind him rose his own terrifying true fate. Long ago, when the Abyssal Tyrants ruled the world, the White Emperor had cut him down and sealed him beneath White Emperor Mountain. Yet from that calamity he’d gained a blessing, the Blood-Demon God-King Physique, one of the Ten God-King Physiques.

After countless years of cultivation, his true fate had completely fused with blood and become a massive, horrifying Blood Demon.

That blood demon roared, its teeth were thousands of miles long, and fresh blood dripped between them. Its whole body seemed made of congealed blood.

With a scream, it lunged at Prince Ye. The God-Smiting Whip struck it again and again, but though it felt pain, it could not be destroyed.

The other Ghost Gods dared not hesitate. They focused on sealing the barrier completely before rushing to aid Shaman King.

Inside the formation, Xu Zimo could feel enormous power pressing in from all directions, pinning his body motionless.

“This barrier is quite something,” he muttered to himself.

The seven remaining Ghost Gods exchanged glances, their hands forming seals to tighten the formation.

Meanwhile, the Primal God Sovereign and Spectral Ghost Sovereign struggled fiercely to break free.

Prince Ye was already bleeding profusely, while the Abyssal Tyrant, like a river of living blood, showed no fear of injury, it was a fight to the death.

As the sealing formation closed tighter, the struggles of the Primal God Sovereign and Spectral Ghost Sovereign grew weaker.

Xu Zimo, trapped inside, remained calm. He knew the two great races of gods and ghosts would never stand by idly.

Sure enough, at the instant the barrier was fully sealed, a sphere of golden light descended from the void.

It burst apart in radiant brilliance, instantly shattering the barrier.

Xu Zimo felt a sudden release, the suffocating pressure vanished.

The Primal God Sovereign and Spectral Ghost Sovereign were freed, retreating rapidly. The seven Ghost Gods spat blood, each of them wounded to some degree.

Then the dark clouds above parted.

A ray of sunlight pierced through from beyond.

In the Ghost-God Heaven, sunlight had never shone before.

As the light spilled in, a colossal hand emerged from the void, smashing down and snuffing the golden radiance out completely.

“You have… crossed the line,” a voice echoed through the heavens, coming from everywhere and nowhere.

“It’s been ages, End of Calamities,” another voice laughed softly. “You’re still as short-tempered as ever.”

The next instant came the sound of dragons roaring and tigers crying.

Everyone looked up to see a massive golden carriage drawn across the heavens by hundreds of dragons and tigers.

The carriage, majestic and ancient, glowed with a golden sheen. Each of the dragon-tiger beasts was a Grand Emperor.

Hundreds of Grand Emperors, used as mere beasts of burden?

In any other situation, it would have been unthinkable.

Yet here it was, before their eyes.

The being inside the carriage did not reveal itself, but the aura it exuded made it hard for anyone to breathe.

Instantly, the battlefield that had been in utter chaos went silent. Not a sound could be heard, even a falling needle would have echoed.

Someone swallowed hard.

The Primal God Sovereign fell to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground. His voice trembled. “This subordinate has failed in his duty. I await your punishment, my Lord.”

“Rise,” the voice from the carriage said. “You’ve managed this realm for years, perhaps not meritoriously, but with effort.”

A strange force lifted the Primal God Sovereign gently to his feet.