Perfect Villain Life: Universal Job Change

Chapter 235: Prince of the Third Sovereign Court

After eliminating Zhou Ruo, Qin Xian turned and continued his journey into the deeper regions of the Void, still intent on hunting down more Void Elite Monsters.

In just a few short days, he had already accumulated over 1,500 attribute points—all thanks to his passive skill, God-Slayer Growth.

And through the refinement of Arcane Source, unique buffs, and stacking passives, the real bonus was almost double—nearly 3,000 points in total.

Right now, even in his normal state, Qin Xian’s primary attributes were comparable to those of a Level 60 powerhouse.

It was absurd.

This God-Slayer Growth talent… was simply too defiant of the natural order.

Every time he checked the number of stacks it had accumulated, Qin Xian couldn’t help but marvel at it.

But the Void was vast. After days of relentless slaughter, the region around him had become eerily quiet. The nearby Void monsters had either fled or gone into hiding.

Even without the intelligence of Void Generals, Void Elite Monsters still retained enough survival instinct to sense danger and relocate.

Except, of course, for the War-Thralls of Khorne, under the command of the Overlord of Slaughter in the Third Sovereign Court. Unlike others, they lived for battle and welcomed it.

Just as Qin Xian was reviewing his status panel, he suddenly felt a shift—a terrifying, chaotic pressure descended.

The Void cracked open.

One after another, massive, fearsome silhouettes stepped into view, forming a wall that blocked his path forward.

Leading them was a youth with crimson skin, twin horns of flame curling from his forehead. His eyes glowed with manic excitement as he locked eyes with Qin Xian.

Behind him, hulking minotaurs stood reverently—each one covered in twisted runes that pulsed with mad, martial intent, the sheer aura of them enough to provoke despair.

These were Khorne Berserkers—the signature warriors of the Third Sovereign Court, all under the dominion of the Overlord of Slaughter.

Each Khorne Berserker, whether once a Void creature, a being from another world, or even a fallen human, had sacrificed their soul to the Overlord of Slaughter, receiving the power of the Khorne Runes in return.

They were notorious. Frenzied. Nearly unkillable. It often took entire companies of troops to bring down even one.

And yet, this horned youth had dozens of them at his back. He stared at Qin Xian with a predatory smile, as if admiring the perfect prey.

Raising his chin, he declared proudly, “Mortal, serve me—and I shall grant you supreme power!”

One of the Khorne Berserkers growled in a booming voice: “You stand before the noble Prince Liza, High Warlord and blood descendant of the Overlord of Slaughter—the true ruler of the Third Sovereign Court!”

A direct heir of the Khorne Overlord?

Qin Xian’s brow arched slightly in surprise. He hadn’t expected to encounter one of the Third Sovereign Court’s royal heirs here.

Prince Liza’s expression was full of smug amusement, “I’ve been watching you. Your strength… far exceeds the limits of your level.”

“My court is the haven of all true warriors. Pledge your loyalty to me, and my father—the Overlord of Slaughter—shall bestow upon you his divine blessing.”

Qin Xian responded with a smirk, laced with mocking disdain.

How amusing. First, it had been an Abyssal Queen… now a Void Prince?

Well, it made sense. Though humanity had risen over the past millennium, in the eyes of these ancient races, humans were still little more than new money upstarts—barbarians playing at greatness.

Qin Xian glanced at the army of Khorne Berserkers behind Liza.

To others, they were deadly threats. To him? Walking attribute points.

A strange, twisted grin curled on Qin Xian’s lips.

This place was far removed from the Void Edge. No humans would wander this deep. Which meant… it was time.

Time to reveal his true nature.

In the next moment, Qin Xian released his Void Bloodline.

A ghostly blue flame surged from his body, cold and cataclysmic. The fire wasn’t just spectral—it felt like the end of the world, steeped in death and silence.

Above his head, a faint, ethereal crown shimmered into view—the mark of a Void Overlord.

BOOM!!!

Instantly, every single Khorne Berserker dropped to their knees. None of them could even lift their heads.

Even Prince Liza, protected by his divine lineage, barely managed to stay standing. And yet his face had gone completely pale, filled with unfiltered horror.

“A… a Void Overlord!?”

As a prince of the Third Sovereign Court, Liza had of course seen Void Overlords before. But he never could have imagined that this seemingly human figure was one of them.

He had no time to question how or why.

He immediately cried out in desperation, “My lord, this is all a misunderstanding! I had no intention of offending you!”

In the Void Realm, Void Overlords were gods. Even a newly ascended one held absolute authority.

Qin Xian’s gaze turned icy as the violent, destructive urges that came with his bloodline surged forth again.

A cruel smile twisted across his lips. And then—the blue flames of death erupted from every corner of the Void, flooding the battlefield.

The Khorne Berserkers, despite their famed brutality and fearlessness, did not move. They didn’t fight. They didn’t scream.

They knelt silently, accepting their fate as they were incinerated by the spectral inferno.

None dared flee.

That was the terror of Void Bloodline Suppression.

When a Void Overlord commands you to die—

You simply… wait for death.