I Really Am A Villain

Lin Ruhu had no strength to resist at all.

His entire body twisted violently, flesh torn and mangled, as if it were about to be crushed apart from within.

The fusion of the corpse bones exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Even Xu Zimo was momentarily stunned. “Ruhu won’t be in danger, will he?”

“You dare touch the corpse bones, ahhh!”

The fat man brandished his heavy hammer and smashed it down in a frenzy.

“I finally found a suitable body. Why ruin my plans?”

“Get lost,” Xu Zimo shouted, his voice like thunder, and kicked the fat man away.

The fat man’s strength lay only in his physical body and his immortality sustained by corpse mist.

He had never learned divine abilities or immortal arts, nor did he have much combat experience.

To put it bluntly, he was nothing but a brute.

He could only act arrogantly because he was strong and hard to kill.

If they were outside, Xu Zimo would not even mind taking the time to cut him down directly.

With one kick, Xu Zimo sent him flying. Shadow Tyrant followed, slashing straight across the fat man’s neck.

Boom.

The fat man’s head was severed.

But it was useless. As corpse mist surged, a second head grew back.

Xu Zimo saw clearly, though.

This fat man was not truly a living being.

His body was merely a shell, something that had evolved.

His true core lay in a single breath within his abdomen.

That breath was the Upper Corpse, or more precisely, Upper Corpse Mist.

As Lin Ruhu fused with the corpse bones, the process should have been unbearably painful. Yet Lin Ruhu had no awareness and no concept of pain.

In a way, that was a blessing.

If he had been conscious, the agony alone might have killed him.

The corpse bones were enormous.

After merging into Lin Ruhu’s body, they even pierced through his flesh, leaving him drenched in blood.

“Then you’ll be the first,” Xu Zimo said coldly.

He looked at the fat man and struck out with a single punch, sending him flying.

A near-infinite number of Power Vortexes spun wildly within Xu Zimo’s body. Even he no longer knew how many he had condensed.

At the same time, he unleashed both the Heaven-Earth Dharma Codex and the God-Devil Creation Atlas.

Ever since stepping into the Infinite Dao realm, these ten God-Scriptures had grown increasingly terrifying.

No wonder they were called God-Scriptures.

Back when he was still a Saint Sovereign, he clearly had not fully brought out their true power.

There were no fancy techniques.

It was nothing but a brutal, head-on clash of bodies.

Boom, boom, boom.

Even this unfathomably deep cave now showed signs of being completely pierced through.

Xu Zimo raised his head and let the fat man’s massive club crash down, shattering his right arm.

In exchange, he fought with a life-for-life resolve and smashed the fat man’s head apart with a single punch.

He did not give the fat man any chance to regenerate.

Immediately, Xu Zimo grabbed the remaining body and sliced it apart with Shadow Tyrant using sheer force.

Boom, boom, boom.

The fat man was split in two, as if carved apart. From his body escaped a mass of mist.

The mist roared, trying desperately to absorb corpse mist.

Xu Zimo snorted coldly.

There was no way he would let that happen.

The blade light of Shadow Tyrant fell again and again, continuously slashing apart the corpse mist and denying it any chance of revival.

“Help me push him into Ruhu’s body,” Xu Zimo said, looking at Paimon.

By now, Paimon had also entered the Infinite Dao realm.

With such strength, he was no weakling.

Together, Xu Zimo and Paimon shattered the mass of corpse mist while forcing it into Lin Ruhu’s body.

“No, don’t! Stop!” the fat man’s voice could still be faintly heard.

“Give me one more chance. Just one more chance! I have a lot of information. Don’t you want to know where the other two dried corpses are? If I don’t tell you, you’ll never find them in your lifetime. And the Dominator. The Dominator is an incredibly powerful existence. I have his cultivation methods and many divine techniques. Don’t you want them? I can give you everything!”

The fat man continued to struggle and roar.

Paimon glanced at Xu Zimo, seeking his opinion.

Xu Zimo snorted coldly.

“Ignore him. These Three Corpses are extremely cunning. Who knows if he’s just stalling for time? We’ll secure one first. The rest can wait.”

Paimon nodded.

At that moment, corpse mist erupted violently throughout the cave.

Boom, boom, boom.

A tidal wave of power blasted through the entire Three Corpse Cave.

Not only the cave, but the entire Three Corpse Burial Ground was shaken as a pillar of corpse mist shot straight into the sky.

The overwhelming corpse mist spread like a storm, sweeping across everything.

Within Three Corpse City, in the direction of the Middle Corpse Palace, the man in green robes who had previously confronted Xu Zimo slowly raised his head.

Corpse mist also churned within his eyes.

“Such a huge commotion? Interesting. Very interesting. I thought I would have to make a move myself. It seems that won’t be necessary now.”

He muttered to himself, tapping lightly on his seat.

In an instant, someone walked in.

…

When the mass of mist was completely fused into Lin Ruhu’s body, the fat man’s presence vanished abruptly.

Boom, boom, boom.

Lin Ruhu suddenly opened his eyes. A powerful force surged and echoed within his body.

The corpse bones that had merged with him now radiated an astonishing aura.

Xu Zimo found that aura impossible to describe.

It was nothing more than a set of corpse bones.

Bones that had endured countless years, left behind since the Ancient Era.

Yet at this moment, they suppressed everything.

Even Infinite Dao powerhouses like Xu Zimo and Paimon could not stand steady. One after another, they were forced to sit down.

“What kind of existence did these corpse bones belong to?” Paimon asked in shock.

“Is it that strong?” Xu Zimo asked.

He did not have a precise sense of what “strong” truly meant.

“Three Blossoms or Three Selves?” he asked.

He had seen the True Martial Progenitor before, but based on this pressure alone, even the True Martial Progenitor seemed inferior.

Xu Zimo did not know whether that was merely his imagination.

“To be honest, among everyone I’ve ever seen, aside from the previous Infernal Lord, I’ve never felt pressure like this,” Paimon said solemnly.

This was pure pressure, the suppression of the weak by the strong.

Paimon was someone who had seen the world.

Xu Zimo nodded and smiled. “The Dominator. This world really does hide dragons and crouching tigers. It seems there’s still much we don’t understand.”

“What about him?” Paimon asked, looking at Lin Ruhu.

Even though Lin Ruhu had absorbed the fat man’s corpse mist, it did not mean much by itself.

According to the Grand Sun Dao Lord, only by absorbing all three types of corpse mist, upper, middle, and lower, could he possibly awaken.

He might even gain the strength of all three.

As for the exact outcome, Xu Zimo planned to have the True Martial Progenitor take a look.

His head ached slightly.

After a moment, he raised his head and said coldly, “I may know where the Middle Corpse Mist is.”

“Let’s go,” Xu Zimo said, sending Paimon back into the God World.

At that moment, from the direction of Jade Court, the Ancient Heaven Dao Lord arrived as well, bringing Ye Qingcheng with him.