I Really Am A Villain

Xu Zimo let out a cold snort.

The power of Chaos Primordial surged endlessly within him, the energy roaring between his meridian gates like thunder. The mighty force inside his body rumbled like a vast, unending sea.

Although he stood alone, he was in no way inferior while facing hundreds of red men.

After the prolonged battle of water and fire, Xu Zimo had come to realize something.

When the red men gathered as one, even the power of the Myriad Streams couldn’t harm them.

“In that case,” he muttered, “I’ll take you down one by one.”

With a sharp command, he canceled the Deluge of Desolation, drew his blade, and charged into the mass of red men, dragging Shadow Tyrant behind him.

A wave of unstoppable power rippled outward.

Between heaven and earth, only his relentless blade intent and the red men’s flames filled the void.

Every strike from Xu Zimo’s blade carried the will of indestructible destruction. The red men, unable to dodge in time, were cut down one after another.

But even he couldn’t fight hundreds unscathed. His body was soon covered in wounds.

A searing pain burned across his entire being, as if he himself were about to ignite.

After slaying several more red men, Xu Zimo gasped for breath and pulled back to create some distance.

“You fear death. I don’t,” he said with a wild laugh. “If it’s ruthlessness you want to compare, you’re still far behind me. That’s why this battle…” he raised his blade, his eyes blazing, “you’re doomed to lose.”

“You’re only one man,” a red figure sneered. “We can wear you down until you die.”

They refused to give him even a moment to recover and surged forward once again.

Xu Zimo took a deep breath. The Shadow Tyrant sword erupted with energy, its blade intent growing sharper and stronger by the second.

He unleashed one divine art after another.

The Heaven-Shattering Giant roared to life. The Three Gates spun around him.

Then came Heaven-Earth Dharma Codex, his body towering like a giant, his eyes flashing with divine thunder.

With the God-Devil Creation Atlas, his spirit transformed into an Ancient God-Devil, capable of destroying heaven and earth.

The Infinite-Samsara Demon Eye, reversing yin and yang, dividing heaven and earth, sun and moon eternal through the ages.

In one hand, he used the Creation-Devouring God-Finger, and in the other, the Aryan-Swastika God-Seal.

As these powers collided, Xu Zimo looked like a god-demon of destruction, one who could annihilate worlds.

No one could stand against him.

Though his body was soaked in blood and scorched from head to toe, he continued to kill relentlessly, gods or demons, all fell before him.

Wherever he walked, death followed.

Blood seemed to rain from the heavens as countless red corpses fell from above.

His eyes were bloodshot; he had completely entered a killing frenzy. The red men, once fearless, now began to tremble.

“H-how dare you…” one of them stammered in terror.

“Let’s use Mutual Destruction,” another red man said suddenly.

“You’re insane! Mutual Destruction will kill even us!” a red man shouted, horrified.

“I’m not insane,” the first one replied grimly. “We can leave the weaker ones behind. We, the elders, will fight him with our lives. If we don’t do it now, and he keeps killing us like this, then even if we die later, we won’t be able to stop him.”

The red men hesitated for a moment, but before they could decide, Xu Zimo was already charging forward again, blade raised.

“Do it!” a red man roared. “It’s better to die with meaning than to become his nourishment.”

The others nodded one after another.

One red man stepped forward, chanting under his breath. His figure began to blur, fading as though he were no longer part of this space.

When Xu Zimo swung his sword down, the blade sliced through nothing but air.

The red man stood right before his eyes, yet Xu Zimo couldn’t touch him.

“What is this?” Xu Zimo frowned.

Then, to his shock, the red men behind the first one began rushing toward him, merging into his body one after another.

As more and more red men fused, the first one’s aura grew immensely powerful, and his body expanded rapidly.

Xu Zimo could only watch, powerless to stop the process. His attacks passed through without effect.

“They’ve grasped a trace of the concept of infinity,” the Water God Gongtu’s solemn voice echoed from the void. “I think I understand their goal now.”

“What goal?” Xu Zimo asked.

“They’re using that first red man as a vessel,” Gongtu explained gravely. “They’re merging everyone’s power into him, making him stronger with each fusion. The more red men join, the stronger he becomes. Theoretically, he can grow infinitely powerful.”

Gongtu continued, “Now I understand why they fought so fiercely to invade the Inferno Crucible Heaven. They didn’t just want to conquer it, they wanted to assimilate every member of the Fire God Race, merging them all together to create a true being of infinity. Using this principle, they intend to forge an ultimate god.”

Xu Zimo’s eyes lit up. “That’s… actually a clever method.”

For most people, becoming strong required countless years of cultivation, talent, luck, and opportunity all had to align.

But through this method, strength could be gained far more easily, though at a horrifying cost.

It was, in essence, turning the entire Fire God Race into livestock to be absorbed.

“How strong can this fused red man become?” Xu Zimo asked.

“I don’t know,” Gongtu replied heavily. “But if he reaches the Infinite Dao realm, it’ll be catastrophic.”

As thousands of red men continued merging, the first red man’s power visibly climbed, rising through realms at an alarming pace.

From Supreme Giant, to Chaos Primordial, to Eternal Overlord, then to Creation God, and finally Sage Monarch.

Only after reaching the Sage Monarch stage did his growth begin to slow, though the rise in power still hadn’t stopped.

Fewer and fewer red men remained to merge, until nearly the entire particle world of red men had been absorbed into one.

Then came a deep boom from within the red man’s body, as though a shackle had broken.

His aura flared skyward once more, stronger than ever before.

A roar shook the heavens.

“Has he reached Infinite Dao?” Xu Zimo asked in surprise.

He hadn’t met many Infinite Dao beings, and he wasn’t entirely familiar with that realm.

“No, not quite,” Gongtu answered with a grave tone. “But he’s close, let’s call it a Pseudo-Infinite Dao.”

“Even a Pseudo-Infinite Dao…” Xu Zimo frowned. “With my current strength, that’s nearly impossible to fight.”

He could fight a Sage Monarch to a standstill, even suppress one, but Infinite Dao was an entirely different level, separated by a true gulf in power.

An opponent who had opened eleven meridian gates, that was a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

“I can control him for a short while,” Gongtu said quickly.

He couldn’t allow Xu Zimo to retreat, not after waiting countless years for this one chance.

“You can control him? Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Xu Zimo demanded.

“I have to use my life to do it,” Gongtu said quietly. “In other words, I must sacrifice my God-Soul. I didn’t want to do that unless it was absolutely necessary. But now… we have no other choice. It’s do or die.”

Xu Zimo’s eyes narrowed. “Then tell me, how do I kill him?”