I Really Am A Villain

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“That’s right,” Xu Zimo explained. “The reason your attack couldn’t reach them is because your strength isn’t great enough to tear through the spatial barrier.”

“My apologies. I’m too weak,” Bian Wenzhou said helplessly.

Xu Zimo turned to Shangguan Xian. “Do you want to give it a try?”

“This dimensional space isn’t the same as ordinary space,” Shangguan Xian said seriously. “It won’t be so easy to break through.”

She had been studying the area carefully for some time. Now her tone was solemn. “I’d like to try, but I’m not sure if my power will be enough.”

“Your Celestial Spirit Physique should be sufficient,” Xu Zimo said. Then he asked, “Does anyone here know more about Blade Tyrant?”

Bian Wenzhou asked, frowning in thought. “I’ve met Blade Tyrant a few times, but he’s a deep and calculating man, I don’t know much about him. The Chaos Fire God Realm should, though. After all, it was they who appointed him as the City Lord.”

“The Chaos Fire God Realm cannot be trusted,” Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.

Given Blade Tyrant’s status, he should be considered an outsider to the Prince’s Manor. Yet the Prince’s Manor had risked everything to protect him, even allowing him to hide in the dimensional world of the Sacred Flame Trinity to escape danger.

That was far from normal.

“Then let’s open this dimensional space,” Bian Wenzhou suggested. “Once we see him, we can ask him directly. There’s no point in guessing.”

Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

He didn’t act himself, because he wasn’t familiar with the world beneath them. If he attacked recklessly, there was a chance the enemy could use it as an opportunity to escape.

If that happened, he’d have to waste time hunting them down again.

So he let Shangguan Xian make the move instead.

Even though Xu Zimo was a Saint Sovereign, the Sacred Flame Trinity were said to be figures from the era of the Chaos Fire Progenitor, most likely Saint Sovereigns as well.

One Saint Sovereign against three Saint Sovereigns. No matter how he looked at it, the odds were against him. The Sacred Flame Trinity probably wouldn’t run.

Since Bian Wenzhou had already failed, Shangguan Xian was much more cautious this time.

Her Celestial Spirit Physique awakened, pure and flawless, as if a divine being had descended to the mortal realm. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and celestial fire ignited across her body.

She didn’t use any weapon. Instead, she began forming seals with both hands.

The hand seals were complex and difficult to comprehend, and the process took considerable time.

Finally, when the last seal was completed, a bolt of thunderfire descended from the heavens.

It was the fusion of lightning and flame.

Lightning was, in truth, an evolution beyond flame, fire pushed to its most violent limit until it transcended into thunder.

The essence of fire was destruction through burning. No matter how fierce its power, its purpose was always to consume.

It could be the inferno that scorched heaven and sea, or the simple flame used by mortals to cook their meals, both were bound by that same principle of burning.

But thunder, thunder was born only when fire grew so violent that it broke its own boundaries.

This was that thunderfire, fierce and magnificent.

Shangguan Xian gathered countless celestial flames to condense this one bolt. Though its area of effect wasn’t large, its power was terrifying, focused to a single, devastating point.

With a resounding boom, thunder roared, space shattered, and arcs of violet lightning coiled and exploded endlessly.

Finally, it seemed that the tomb sensed something.

The ground beneath them began to tremble violently.

“Boy,” a cold, ancient voice rose from deep underground, its tone grim and heavy. “If you had left quietly just now, I might have spared your life.”

“But it’s a pity, you chose death, and forced me to appear. You’ve walked into hell with your own feet.”

Hearing this voice, Bian Wenzhou and the others turned pale.

They could already guess what was coming.

Meanwhile, the Prince’s Manor’s disciples were overjoyed.

“It’s the Ancestor! The Ancestor lives, there’s no mistake!”

“As long as the Ancestor still stands, nothing else matters!”

Cries of relief and reverence echoed among them.

All eyes turned toward the trembling earth.

The crack in the ground widened, stretching deeper and deeper until finally, a coffin rose slowly from the darkness.

As it floated upward, Xu Zimo didn’t even glance at it, his gaze remained fixed on the fissure below.

But to his disappointment, the crack began closing again until it was sealed shut.

With a quiet sigh, he shifted his focus to the coffin.

The lid creaked open, and from within emerged an old man, white-haired but youthful-faced.

It was hard to believe that someone so seemingly young had sealed himself inside a coffin.

“It’s Life-Death Sovereign, one of the Sacred Flame Trinity!” someone shouted in recognition.

“I was lucky enough to meet him once, long ago,” said an elderly member of the Prince’s Manor in confusion. “But… why does he look younger than before?”

Indeed, the old man’s face looked strangely youthful.

He raised his head toward Xu Zimo, his expression twisted and fierce.

Though corpse spots had already appeared on his skin, he still emanated a strange vitality.

Xu Zimo studied him closely, and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Inside the man’s body, two powerful forces were clashing. One was deathly energy; the other, life force.

And that life force felt familiar.

Xu Zimo thought for a moment, and then he remembered.

The Blue Men.

The same life energy he had once sensed from the Blue Man he obtained before.

Realization dawned.

The Sacred Flame Trinity had made the same choice as that old man who once possessed the Blue Man.

They had tried to use the Blue Men to cultivate, to prolong their lives.

Understanding this, Xu Zimo looked back at the elder before him.

Life-Death Sovereign’s eyes burned with fierce light. He didn’t look like a man close to death at all.

“Boy,” he said coldly, “how do you want to die?”

“What a pity,” Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.

“A pity?” Life-Death Sovereign sneered. “For what?”

“That it’s only you, a small fish,” Xu Zimo said. “You can’t even stir my interest. Where are the other two of your Sacred Flame Trinity?”

He wanted to take them all at once.

“And Blade Tyrant? Why doesn’t he dare show his face?”

“Don’t you think you’re asking a bit too many questions?” Life-Death Sovereign said mockingly. “I have no obligation to answer you.”

He let out a cold laugh. “Let’s put talk aside. If you can survive a single exchange with me, then you’ll have the right to speak.”

As he waved his hand, shadows of ghosts emerged behind him.

The deathly energy within him surged violently, forming the image of a hellish Asura that roared and lunged toward Xu Zimo.

“For a fellow Saint Sovereign, aren’t you underestimating me?” Xu Zimo said calmly, shaking his head.

His gaze sharpened like a blade. A colossal saber shadow descended from the heavens, nailing the Asura to the ground with a thunderous crash.

The saber’s edge gleamed with blinding light, carrying the resonance of the Great Dao itself.

Life-Death Sovereign didn’t look surprised. It seemed as though he had expected this.

He lifted his hand, and a wisp of blue spirit energy fell upon the pinned Asura.

At once, the demonic figure stirred again, its wounds vanished, and with a feral snarl, it charged once more toward Xu Zimo.