I Really Am A Villain

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“What justice are you here to demand?” Desolate Emperor asked.

“The previous Realm Lord of your Celestial Luan God Realm was an old friend of mine,” said the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign with a faint smile. “I happened to come looking for him. But I hear he’s dead. Would Realm Lord Huang care to give me an explanation?”

Desolate Emperor’s expression darkened slightly. He turned his head toward Wu Zhaodi, and at last, he understood where her backing came from.

“Senior, just name your terms,” Desolate Emperor said coldly.

There was no point pretending otherwise. Everyone here knew the truth, playing dumb was meaningless.

“It was you who killed him, wasn’t it?” The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign’s smile widened. “A life for a life, that’s the oldest law there is. Do I need to state any other conditions?”

The words dropped like thunder, and the atmosphere immediately grew tense.

“Is Vast Heaven God Realm declaring war on us?” Desolate Emperor asked. “Is this your personal decision, or the will of your entire sect?”

The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign spread his hands. “Look around at this formation. What do you think?”

“If it’s war you want, then war it is! You think I’m afraid of you?” Desolate Emperor roared.

“It seems Vast Heaven God Realm came prepared,” he added grimly. “I just don’t understand, what did that traitor promise you that made you willing to pay such a price?”

Desolate Emperor clearly didn’t believe the patriarch’s story about being “friends” with the late Realm Lord.

If Celestial Luan God Realm were destroyed, the entire Southern Region would be thrown into chaos. Clearly, Vast Heaven God Realm only wanted a pretext to annihilate them.

“Realm Lord,” said the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign, smiling faintly, “I can spare your Celestial Luan God Realm. You need only take your own life before me.”

“If Vast Heaven God Realm won’t give us a path to live,” Desolate Emperor growled, “then there’s nothing left to discuss!”

He struck first, summoning the Blood Luan to hover in the air.

This Blood Luan was far larger than Lu Zhi’an’s earlier manifestation, its form more brutal and menacing.

As it appeared, blood mist rose around it, spreading across the sky and closing in on the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign.

“You’re not even a Saint Sovereign,” the Patriarch said disdainfully. “How could you ever fight me?”

Still, inwardly, he couldn’t help but grumble to himself, Not everyone’s a monster like Young Master Xu.

The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign raised his palm, and with a crushing wave of pressure, sent Desolate Emperor flying backward.

The Blood Luan shattered instantly.

“Protect the Realm Lord!” the elders of Celestial Luan God Realm shouted, but their cries were drowned in the chaos of battle.

Vast Heaven God Realm’s warships descended, and countless figures stepped out of the void to strike. The disciples were barely able to protect themselves.

“Yellow Springs Blood Dao! Blood Luan Demonic Enchantment!” Desolate Emperor roared, his voice filled with rage.

The Blood Luan’s blood turned a deep violet-red, radiating a wicked energy. Above the sky, a massive blood-red eye opened and blinked once, instantly reversing heaven and earth.

A filthy river of the underworld coiled around the Blood Luan and charged at the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign.

“Tiger Form!”

Behind the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign, a beast spirit appeared, a great tiger that leapt forth, jaws wide, devouring the Blood Luan whole.

“How… how could this be?” Desolate Emperor’s body trembled. His ultimate technique had been destroyed as if it were nothing.

“Don’t be surprised,” the Patriarch said. “You must understand the difference between simple Nomological Truths and true divine Primal Daos. But you won’t have time to learn it, after you die, you can ask about it in the Mirage Tides Heaven.”

As he spoke, the great tiger roared again and lunged at Desolate Emperor.

“No!” Desolate Emperor shouted in terror, trying to flee.

But the tiger was faster. It slammed into him, pinning him to the ground, its jaws opening wide to devour him.

Just as he was about to be torn apart, a piercing cry of a Celestial Luan echoed through the sky.

The tiger’s spirit form shattered instantly.

“Brother Martial Spirit,” said a deep, aged voice from above, “you’ve grown stronger since we last met.”

A celestial bird soared down from the heavens, and on its back sat an old man with hair and beard white as snow.

The elder exuded immortal energy. Though clearly advanced in years, his aura was steady and immense, like a mountain rooted in eternity.

“That’s Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign,” Grandpa Wang explained quietly to Xu Zimo. “The only surviving ancestor of Celestial Luan God Realm.”

“A Saint Sovereign?” Xu Zimo asked.

Grandpa Wang nodded. “This makes things difficult.”

Xu Zimo chuckled. “Not really. Vast Heaven God Realm brought more than one Saint Sovereign today.”

His gaze shifted to the center of the battlefield, where Desolate Emperor, seeing his savior arrive, shouted desperately, “Ancestor! Save me!”

“Be quiet for a moment,” Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign said, glancing at him coldly.

He then turned his eyes toward the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign and smiled faintly. “Brother Martial Spirit, the winds seem quite fierce today. As far as I recall, Celestial Luan God Realm and Vast Heaven God Realm have never had a feud.”

The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign’s eyes flicked toward Wu Zhaodi, his meaning was obvious.

“I’d like to know why,” Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign asked.

He didn’t believe Wu Zhaodi alone could have persuaded Vast Heaven God Realm to act on her behalf.

“Brother Mystic Luan,” said the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign, “take my advice, stay out of this. Otherwise, Celestial Luan God Realm may not survive the day.”

“If you won’t explain yourself clearly,” Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign said, shaking his head, “then I can’t let you act as you please.”

“Mystic Luan,” another cold voice cut in, “if you interfere, we’ll cut you down as well.”

It was Qi Haoran.

He appeared carrying his long sword on his back, walking alongside the War Heaven Saint Sovereign.

“And you are?” Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign asked, frowning slightly.

He had been in seclusion for so long that he barely recognized the faces of the current age.

“The Primordial Sword?” he murmured, shaking his head with a bitter smile. “It seems you’ve taken my Celestial Luan God Realm very seriously, three Saint Sovereigns have come together.”

“Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign,” said the War Heaven Saint Sovereign evenly, “we didn’t come for you. Step back. Otherwise, your sect will suffer even greater harm.”

Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign’s expression flickered with hesitation. He looked at the three Saint Sovereigns before him, then back at Desolate Emperor.

At last, he let out a long sigh.

“Ancestor…” Desolate Emperor said weakly, his face pale and desperate.

But Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign slowly stepped back.

At this point, he could only protect the larger picture. To fight now would mean certain defeat.

“Let’s go,” Xu Zimo said to Wu Zhaodi. “Anyone you want dead, today, they’re nothing but sheep waiting for the slaughter.”

Wu Zhaodi’s eyes burned with hatred. She pointed at Desolate Emperor and several elders who had been the loudest in condemning her before.

Desolate Emperor tried to run, but with three Saint Sovereigns present, everyone in Celestial Luan God Realm was suppressed in place, unable to move.

“Mystic Luan,” the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign said with a faint smile, “once your Realm Lord is dead, I suppose you’ll need to choose a new one.”

“We’ll make that decision ourselves,” Mystic Luan Saint Sovereign replied.

“No, no,” the Saint Sovereign said lightly. “I already have someone suitable in mind.”