I Truly Am The Villian

With a "bang," the entire spear dissipated completely.

It turned into a wisp of Qingfeng, as if it had never been there.

Xiao Ye stared blankly at his empty hands, utterly stunned on the spot.

Xu Zimei patted his shoulder and pointed to Xia Wanqing and Lin Yunhen behind him, speaking to Xiao Ye.

"These two will stay at Qianniu Taoist Court from now on. You owe your survival to them; you should understand what I mean."

After saying this, he pushed past the dazed Xiao Ye.

Looking up at Dongfang Li in the sky, he inquired, "Where is Great Emperor Funiu?"

"How dare you! You dare to directly call the name of our ancestor," the Great Elder scolded coldly.

"Isn't a name meant to be called?" Xu Zimei replied.

"Otherwise, what's the point of having this imperial title?"

"If you don't answer, then I'll just go find him myself."

As he spoke, he turned and continued to walk towards the Taoist Source Land.

But after only a few steps, he was blocked again by several people.

"Three Hundred Immortal Mountains, the third Immortal Mountain, Luo Baichou."

"Three Hundred Immortal Mountains, the second Immortal Mountain, Feng Qingteng."

"Three Hundred Immortal Mountains, the first Immortal Mountain, Nameless."

The three exuded an imposing aura and slowly stood in front of Xu Zimei.

"Do you intend to stop me?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Our duty demands it. The Taoist Source Land cannot be trespassed upon," said Feng Qingteng indifferently.

The three wielded their weapons, not with the power of Saint Vein, but with the gathering strength of Divine Vein.

And these three forces were growing more and more resonant.

Like a Hurricane tearing through the Firmament, they became a Heaven Shaking green light shimmering in the sky.

"Myriad Things Vein," Feng Qingteng shouted fiercely.

With him at the center, countless branches extended from the ground, all like vines covered with thorns.

They rushed densely towards Xu Zimei.

Meanwhile, Luo Baichou slowly drew his black sword. A flash of sword light flickered.

The black hair atop his head unexpectedly turned white as snow, cascading down.

His brow furrowed as he wielded the Longsword.

"I stand among you all, with white hair, as worries arise, the heavens and earth vast and boundless."

The last Disciple was called Nameless.

He had a calm gaze, his imposing aura heavy and overwhelming, spreading slowly, a chain winding between his two arms.

He dragged the chain slowly, and the Spiritual Energy in the world began to transform abruptly.

Days and moons flew by, Yin and Yang harmonized, and Space and Time were forcefully segmented.

"That's the Liangyi Chain," a Disciple exclaimed in surprise beside him.

"It seems Brother Nameless is under a lot of pressure, taking out his life-saving treasure directly.

That is a Supreme Treasure ranked fifty-one in the myriad of things."

The three people, three powerful auras enveloped everything.

Above the Firmament, You Yu smiled as if enjoying the show: "Sect Leader Dongfang, how confident do you think they are?"

Dongfang Li's expression wasn't very good.

After all, three against one made it seem somewhat like an unfair victory.

For powers like theirs, they place great importance on face.

"I believe in the three of them," Dongfang Li replied indifferently.

He was already unable to maintain the ease he had before.

"Oh, is that so," You Yu said with a smile.

"I, on the other hand, have high hopes for that gentleman over there."

"Then let's wait and see," Dongfang Li replied.

...

As the three attacked, Xu Zimei remained calm.

"I'm tired of playing with you," he shook his head slightly.

With a command of "Sword, come,"

a loud explosion resonated in the void. Tyrant Shadow crossed the endless Space, appearing above the Firmament throughout the ages.

It was like a fireball, igniting flames from friction with the void as it sped through the air.

Tyrant Shadow descended from the firmament, charging straight towards Feng Qingteng to kill.

Feng Qingteng's face changed dramatically, feeling that immense power, as layers upon layers of vines covered overhead.

But all in vain.

As Tyrant Shadow fell, everything in its path was annihilated.

A pitiful scream, the vines shattered, and the burnt body of Feng Qingteng was sent flying out from within.

Tyrant Shadow took a turn and headed towards Luo Baichou.

"Ghost Sees Worry," Luo Baichou shouted loudly.

His longsword swung through the air, condensing a ghostly head above him.

The specter rushed towards Tyrant Shadow but was pierced through in an instant; Tyrant Shadow, falling once more, landed directly on the longsword.

Luo Baichou's figure was sent flying, his longsword, due to the immense force, piercing through his chest in reverse.

Xu Zimei snapped his fingers.

Tyrant Shadow's onslaught shifted again, aiming to kill Nameless.

Nameless's gaze was solemn as he took a deep breath.

The Liangyi Chain in his hand broke apart violently as True Fate emerged behind him, his feet stepping on Tai Ji.

Connecting with the Liangyi Chain before him.

Transforming into black and white fishes that intertwined, attempting to devour Tyrant Shadow.

Tyrant Shadow collided with the Liangyi Chain, immediately sparking a burst of fire.

Nameless's figure was continuously pushed back, retreating all the way to Immortal Mountain in the distance; due to the immense force, his body embedded directly into the mountain.

Xu Zimei beckoned with his right hand, and Tyrant Shadow landed in his palm.

His domineering aura was leaking out as he surveyed everybody around him.

He asked indifferently, "Who will stop me?"

Silence reigned all around.

Even those in the heavens above were stunned.

The situation had spiraled beyond their control.

"He has ascended to immortality, summon the ancestors," Dongfang Li bellowed.

As his voice fell, a bell toll echoed from a distant mountain peak.

The bell sounded like the call of a morning bell or an evening drum, like the lowing of a divine ox, with a force that made the Divine Soul tremble, resounding across the four seas.

This was the Nine Mou Bell, sounded only at times of Sect Gate crisis.

At the moment the bell sounded, several Heaven Shaking beams of light soared into the sky from the heart of Taoist Source Land.

These beams converged, as if the firmament itself would split asunder amid flashing lightning and roaring thunder.

Several figures exuding a breathtaking might stepped out from the core of the Taoist Source Land.

"That's Ancestor Qianheng, and Divine Martial Ancestor,

and that one is Ancestor Jiuxiao..."

Disciples of Qianniu Taoist Court called out.

These were all the older generation powerhouses of Qianniu Taoist Court, typically reclusive, residing in Taoist Source Land to meditate and comprehend the way of the Great Emperor.

"What summons us?" an aged voice inquired.

"A power has intruded upon our Taoist Court, we can't stop him," Dongfang Li and many Elders quickly explained.

"Incompetent," the irascible Ancestor Jiuxiao scolded angrily.

"Strange indeed, strange indeed," Ancestor Qianheng, holding a Compass, frowned slightly.

The compass in his hand spun continuously, "I can't see through him."

"What brings you to Qianniu Taoist Court?"

"I have no desire to repeat myself," Xu Zimei replied.

"Summon Great Emperor Funiu, you old geezers go back."

"Presumptuous, not just any child can demand to see the ancestor," Ancestor Jiuxiao shouted.

Xu Zimei looked up, his gaze casually glancing at him.

The next moment, his figure vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already beside Ancestor Jiuxiao.

One kick sent him flying away.

Before Ancestor Jiuxiao could even land, Xu Zimei was already waiting at the landing spot.

A punch fell, with enough power to pulverize his Divine Soul to ashes.

As the critical moment loomed, a hand stretched across the River of Time and suddenly blocked before Ancestor Jiuxiao.

"Fellow Taoist seeks me for what advice?"

Majestic imperial authority erupted from that hand.