Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

Inside the Glazed Glass Cover, the predicament Jiang Feng faces is far more terrifying than imagined.

Despair, fear, horror, as the Blood Mist permeates, he subconsciously holds his breath and focuses, with Thunder Yuan guarding his body, yet the Blood Mist mercilessly penetrates the Spiritual Energy, continually affecting his sanity.

The stench, the viscosity, makes one nauseous. He can feel those Blood Mists seemingly infiltrating his body, and his originally firm will is wavering at this moment, his consciousness becoming blurry, his body seeming to relax uncontrollably, as if wanting to give up resistance.

"Kekekekeke..."

It's that nauseating laughter again.

The ear-piercing, intermittent laughter, making it hard to distinguish whether it is crying or laughing. Previously, he didn't understand why antagonists always had such strange quirks, but now it sounds full of mockery.

"Boy, can you feel it? My flesh is merging with yours."

"Not just flesh, Divine Soul, bone and blood, today you and I will coexist, and I will gradually erode your memories, completely merging them with my own."

"From now on I am Jiang Feng, hahahaha, I am eager to see that Liu girl discovering years later the truth that her disciple has already been swapped..."

His consciousness blurry, heart pounding, upon sensing the sound near his ear, his heart seemed ready to leap from his chest, immediately twisting, a Sword Qi pierced through under his arm.

Empty.

There was no one behind him, yet the voice continued near his ear, an aged but mad voice. This voice was familiar to him, as since last year he has been slaying demons on behalf of the sect.

Most Evil Cultivators who have cultivated for years yet struggled for liberation are like this.

"Damn you! You worthless garbage!"

With a forceful bite!

A sharp pain on the tongue tip, immediately blood sprayed, now he could only try to keep his consciousness awake through this pain. Even with held breath, the surrounding Blood Mist ruthlessly seeped into his body.

The Spiritual Energy within his body restless and gradually boiling, he could feel a strange force devouring him from outside to inside, as if something was merging with him.

Although Jiang Feng has yet to condense a Nascent Soul, as a cultivator, he clearly understood this was a sign of body seizure.

Generally, sect elders would inform disciples about body seizure, usually teaching some countermeasures, preventing disciples from being targeted outside, given their frequent dealings with Evil Cultivators.

Faced with this scenario, one only needs to continuously stabilize their spirit, not giving the opponent any opportunity to approach. If the opponent expels the Nascent Soul, that is when the physical body is its weakest.

Utilizing the appearance of the opponent's Nascent Soul, whether attacking the Nascent Soul directly or feigning an attack from the east but striking the flesh body, both tactics can forcibly break the opponent's body seizure process, unless the realm gap is too vast for any countermeasure.

However, Xiao Xuan in front... No, it should be Xuan Xiaozi, he is completely different from other Evil Cultivators, a way never seen before.

"Worthless trash."

"You can only hide in the sewers like a filthy rat. Losing is losing, yet you swap people. If you had real skills, would you need to hide everywhere?"

"Let's see how long you, this stray dog, can survive. Facing sect experts, you dare not make a peep, learned to show off before your wild father?"

"Hey, old cockroach, where is your previous body? Huh? Could it be that it was beaten to shreds like a kicked stray dog, and now you can only snatch others' bodies everywhere?"

"The sect elders say you were removed from Xuanyin Sect for being trash, yet managed to survive for hundreds of years using such means."

"Cultivating for countless years, why are you even worse than a beast?"

The sinister smile froze suddenly.

Facing certain death, people exhibit different behaviors. Some abandon dignity and plead, hoping for a slim chance.

Some silently die grandly, already arranging their affairs in the mind, while some fight desperately, thinking even if they die, they won't let you fare well...

As for the last type of people.

They curse heartily first.

For Evil Cultivators without physical forms, but a soul, mental attacks and insults are absolutely more effective than swinging a Longsword hitting the air, wording every attack at the heart.

Because, initially Xuan Xiaozi was slain by the previous Swordmaster Peak Master's sword.

Personally slain by Liu Jian.

The evil technique he cultivated differs from ordinary people; usually, Evil Cultivators seize others merely by Nascent Soul entry, occupy the body, gain dominance, finally obliterate the opponent's Divine Soul, essentially a cuckoo occupying the nest.

Although it's nowhere near as effective as one's original body, given time and warmth, one can completely fuse. But he is different.

The evil technique Xuan Xiaozi cultivated breaks his Divine Soul and flesh into parts, existing everywhere. As long as not too distant, they can re-integrate, essentially dispersing his body across everywhere.

Some might carry a hand of his, others a leg, some a heart or spleen, and the Divine Soul is the same.

The Three Souls and Seven Spirits dispersed, even if discovered and killed physically, it merely loses a part; relying on the cultivated evil technique, it can be restored.

Endless cycle, through such evil technique, he has survived in this world nearly a thousand years, originally cultivating this technique secretly, yet as cultivation grew higher, as the technique reached completion, his research went further, developement bolder.