I Really Am A Villain

The masks shattered.

The dozen or so black-robed figures were all startled.

“Damn it, this guy is really hard to deal with.”

“So it’s just you bunch of rats. I was wondering who it might be,” the True Martial Progenitor said, sweeping his gaze over them one by one.

“You and the forces behind you, we’ll remember all of you. Today, we will kill you and wipe out your sects. Let this serve as a sacrifice to the might of my True Martial Sacred Ground.”

With a wave of his hand, the True Martial Progenitor froze the entire sky.

The faces of the black-robed figures changed drastically.

With their level of strength, they found they could not even tear open the void to escape.

“What’s going on?”

“This man’s strength far exceeds our expectations.”

“Invite the ancestral weapon,” one of them said.

His name was Vast Ocean Dao Lord.

His true strength had long since stepped into the Infinite Dao realm.

In fact, nearly all of the black-robed figures involved in this ambush were Infinite Dao cultivators.

Saint Sovereigns were not even qualified to be here.

Hearing Vast Ocean Dao Lord’s words, the other cultivators nodded in agreement.

At that moment, powerful forces surged around several of them.

Boom, boom.

These forces converged, and at the center of the sky, a bow and arrow appeared.

This was not an ordinary bow like those people were used to seeing.

It was entirely purple-black, radiating a terrifying murderous aura.

To touch it was to die.

Anyone who looked at it could instinctively sense that this was a weapon of calamity.

“The Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow,” the True Martial Progenitor’s gaze sharpened.

“A world-suppressing Godfiend Weapon. You’ve even brought this thing out.”

This bow was infamous.

In the Upper Heavens, there had long been rumors of Ten Grand Godfiend Weapons.

Each one possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth.

The origin of the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow was especially cruel.

It was said that long ago, a man, in order to forge a Godfiend Weapon, refined his own younger brother into a blade.

Unfortunately, the brother’s God-Soul did not perish.

It hid within the blade, slowly growing stronger.

When the time was ripe, he killed that man.

Still unwilling to let things end, the younger brother used the man’s spine as the base of the bow, piecing together several bones into its shape.

He twisted the man’s tendons and skin into a bowstring, and forged arrows from his ribs.

The moment the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow was born, its murderous aura swept across the world.

Within a billion miles, all living beings were drained dry and died.

And that was only the beginning.

Later, someone wielded this bow and slaughtered countless people.

The bow seemed to embody misfortune itself.

Anyone who came into contact with it lost their sanity and became a mere tool of slaughter.

Over millions of years, the bow killed innumerable people and eventually grew into a true Godfiend Weapon.

In the end, it was sealed away by the Vast Ocean Dao Domain.

Now that the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow had reappeared, it would not rest without drinking blood.

…

At this moment, as the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow emerged, endless black energy gathered around it.

Boom.

An arrow shattered the void and shot straight toward the True Martial Progenitor.

The True Martial Progenitor frowned slightly.

That black arrow carried the intent of banishment.

It did not seek to kill him, but to exile him instead.

They all knew that even a Godfiend Weapon could not kill the present True Martial Progenitor.

Only by banishing him could they then slaughter the rest of the True Martial Sacred Ground.

The void around the True Martial Progenitor seemed to freeze.

In the next instant, a massive black hole appeared and swallowed him whole.

Immediately after, the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow gathered its power once more.

The jet-black arrow turned its tip toward the entire True Martial Mountain.

Boom.

With overwhelming force, the arrow shot out, unstoppable.

“Careful,” San Dao was the first to step forward.

His three blades stretched across the void, blocking the arrow head-on.

Boom.

All three blades were blasted away.

Yet the arrow did not slow in the slightest and tore through the void once more.

The Radiant Progenitor also stepped forward.

The Radiant Wheel in his hand transformed into a streak of light, wrapping around the black arrow in an attempt to weaken its power.

Still, it was pierced straight through.

Xu Zimo snorted coldly.

At this point, the black arrow was already extremely weakened.

He raised Shadow Tyrant and shattered the arrow completely.

Seeing this, Vast Ocean Dao Lord was not anxious.

Instead, he said calmly, “You may be able to block one arrow, but let’s see how many you can block.”

The Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow gathered power again.

Another arrow took shape.

Just as the black arrow was about to destroy everything, a giant hand suddenly appeared.

It grabbed the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow directly.

“How are you still here?” Vast Ocean Dao Lord exclaimed in shock.

The one holding the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow was none other than the True Martial Progenitor.

“A weapon may be strong, but you are weak as ants,” the True Martial Progenitor said calmly.

He waved his right hand.

It was as if something in heaven and earth responded to his call.

In an instant, a heavenly thunderbolt descended.

Thunder roared, and the might of heaven surged.

From billions of miles away, a long spear tore through space, shattering everything in its path.

It appeared in the True Martial Progenitor’s hand.

“The weapon that defied the heavens,” the True Martial Progenitor said softly, looking at the spear.

“I also have weapons. I just disdain using them on you.”

With that, he swept the spear sideways.

In an instant, the Blissful Massacre Primordial Bow’s momentum weakened.

The black arrow being formed dissipated completely.

The spear tip lifted slightly.

Boom.

The figures of Vast Ocean Dao Lord and the others were all suppressed in place.

Everyone was stunned.

In just two spear movements, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.

But the True Martial Progenitor’s true target was not Vast Ocean Dao Lord and the others.

He pointed his spear toward the heavens and said calmly, “Heavenly Court, I know you’re lurking in the shadows. You’re nothing but a group of cowardly turtles hiding their heads. If you want to fight, then come out. I don’t mind starting the Heaven-Defying War ahead of schedule.”

After he spoke, the sky fell silent for a moment.

Then, something seemed to vanish from the firmament.

The True Martial Progenitor knew that the people of the Heavenly Court had retreated.

Only then did he turn his gaze back to Vast Ocean Dao Lord.

“You… what do you intend to do?” the Dao Lord asked in fear.

“From now on, investigate the forces behind these people. Go to them one by one and wipe them out,” the True Martial Progenitor said.

“No, please. We were misled by others,” Vast Ocean Dao Lord hurriedly explained.

“We’re willing to ally ourselves with the True Martial Progenitor. We beg you to give us a chance.”

The True Martial Progenitor raised his head.

“An alliance? You aren’t even fit to be our slaves. Do you know why? Loyalty.”

With those words, he waved his hand again.

The spear in his hand pierced through everything.

The dozen Dao Lords were skewered one by one, like gourds on a string, frozen in the void.

“Take them with you and let them watch as their sects are destroyed, one by one,” the True Martial Progenitor said calmly.