I Truly Am The Villian

Although Ying Gou wore a smile, he still stood to the side, cautiously watching Xu Zimei.

If the other made any move, it might invite a thunderous strike.

"I can't worry about your affairs; I still haven't settled this guy on me," Xu Zimei said, pointing to the approaching Evil Demon King.

"We won't meddle in Young Master Xu's matters," Ying Gou shook his head and smiled.

"We're all friends; why can't we get involved?" Xu Zimei laughed.

"Can your restrictions trap this guy?"

"Young Master Xu should leave," Ying Gou replied, unwilling to say more, his words somewhat warning.

Xu Zimei glanced at the Evil Demon King and unexpectedly charged towards the restrictions.

The strength of the Youluo Lifespan Restriction lay in its absolute suppression of both gods and ghosts.

This was prepared after years of opposition between the nine great Mountain Ghosts and the Gods and Ghosts Clans.

When Xu Zimei rushed in, the eyes of the nine great Mountain Ghosts narrowed, preventing him from breaking the restrictions.

They trapped him within the formation as well.

When the Evil Demon King arrived, he could only gaze at Xu Zimei through the restrictions.

"You can't kill him," Ying Gou said to the Evil Demon King.

"What? You want to protect him?" The Evil Demon King's aura became more and more intense.

"Do you know his identity?" Ying Gou asked.

"I never need to know someone's identity to kill them," the Evil Demon King said.

"Release him, and I won't destroy your restrictions."

"He doesn't need our protection," Ying Gou shook his head, saying.

"After we send off these two Ghost Gods, resolve your matters yourselves."

"Then don't blame me for breaking through," the Evil Demon King shouted.

The bloody Changhe boiled throughout the void, and in the boiling Blood River, countless Wheels of Creation revolved.

"The one I want to kill, no one can save," the Evil Demon King roared.

He pushed forward with both hands, and the bloody Changhe and Wheels of Creation came rolling down from the Firmament.

The other several Mountain Ghosts stabilized the restrictions, unable to attack rashly.

Wang Hai stepped forward with his giant axe, the axe raised, lightning flashed, and the storm surged down.

His massive body seemed to carry half the sky.

The rolling Blood River clashed with the giant axe, and for a moment, wind and thunder roared as the Blood River spread.

Corroding everything in sight.

Wang Hai's body in the Blood River was eventually sliced into pieces.

Though he was a Great Saint, he was ultimately inferior to the Evil Demon King in the Creation Realm.

The Evil Demon King snorted coldly, taking a step forward, about to continue breaking through the restrictions.

However, Wang Hai's shattered body surprisingly reformed in the void.

"Thousands of years ago, I was already dead.

Why would I need you to kill me again?"

The resurrected Wang Hai said coldly.

His aura seemed even stronger, and behind him, his True Fate emerged.

This True Fate was actually a solemn-looking man holding the God-Beating Whip.

The man wore a Crow Weir Hat, dressed in black robes that shrouded himself, only his gloomy eyes looking forward.

"It's Wang Ziye," one of the nine great Mountain Ghosts sneered.

"Wang Hai was already a dead man. His mortal physical body is Wang Ziye, and after death, his Divine Soul became his True Fate, while the body turned into its current state."

"You've made me very angry," Wang Ziye raised the God-Beating Whip, his gaze filled with killing intent.

The God-Beating Whip descended, splitting the entire Firmament in two.

"The gap between realms cannot be bridged by other means," the Evil Demon King said calmly, unfazed.

Behind him, an equally powerful True Fate emerged.

When the demonic path prevailed, the White Emperor slayed him and sealed him within the White Emperor's Mountain.

He counted it as a blessing in disguise, gaining one of the ten Divine Bodies, the Enchanted Soul Blood Demon Body, due to certain events.

With countless years of cultivation, he had long since transformed his True Fate into a Blood Demon.

The True Fate behind him was surprisingly a snarling Blood Demon, with fangs dozens of meters long, blood continuously oozing disgustingly from its teeth.

It seemed that the Blood Demon was entirely drenched in blood, all condensed from blood.

The Blood Demon let out a strange cry, its mouth dripping with blood as it lunged directly at Wang Ziye.

The God-Beating Whip struck its body, but it only caused pain, unable to completely annihilate it.

The other Mountain Ghosts dared not be negligent, all eager to quickly seal the restrictions and then go to aid Wang Hai.

Xu Zimei stood within the formation, only feeling immense power coming from all directions of the restrictions.

His body couldn't move.

"These restrictions are quite interesting," Xu Zimei muttered to himself.

Seven of the Mountain Ghosts exchanged glances, each beginning to form seals, sealing the restrictions.

The Divine King and Ghost God struggled constantly.

Beside them, Wang Ziye, already beaten and bloodied, was fighting for his life against the Evil Demon King, who was like a stream of Blood Demon, completely unafraid of injury.

He was in a life-death struggle with Wang Ziye.

As the tightening seal grew smaller, the struggles of the Divine King and Ghost God became futile.

Even though Xu Zimei was in its midst, he was not anxious.

Because the Gods and Ghosts Clans would not sit idly by.

Indeed, the moment the restrictions were sealed, a golden light descended from the void.

The golden light shone upon the world, directly shattering the restrictions.

Xu Zimei felt a lightness all over, the pressure evaporating.

The Divine King and Ghost God, liberated, retreated quickly, while the seven Mountain Ghosts spewed blood.

Each suffered some degree of injury.

Next, the clouds across the Firmament parted.

A ray of sunlight shone from the outside.

In the Ghost God Realm, there had never been sunlight before.

As the light shone in, another vast hand from the void struck.

It directly annihilated the sparkling light into nothingness in the void.

"You've... crossed the line," a voice echoed in the void.

The source of the voice was indistinct, only spreading from all directions.

"It's been years since we last met, Thousand Calamities, and you're still as volatile," another soft laugh sounded.

The next moment was followed by a dragon's roar and tiger's roar.

Everyone looked up at the firmament to see a sedan chair drawn by Dragon Tiger Beasts crossing the void.

The sedan chair was golden, appearing ancient and grand.

The Dragon Tiger Beasts each had the cultivation of a Great Emperor.

A Great Emperor only used to pull a cart?

Such a thing, at any time, would be unfathomable.

But at this moment, it truly occurred before them.

The being within the sedan did not show themselves, but the overwhelming aura rendered everyone breathless.

For a moment, the void, roiling with battle, suddenly fell silent, becoming deathly still.

It seemed you could hear even the drop of a pin.

Someone gulped loudly.

The Divine King knelt on the ground, head lowered, not daring to rise, trembling as he spoke: "This subordinate has been incompetent, begs the ancestor for punishment."

"Stand up; you've managed here for years with hardship as well as merit," the voice fell.

A strange force lifted the Divine King.