I Truly Am The Villian

"My Lord, they have arrived," the Demon Sage stood up, gazing towards the distant horizon.

Finally, a speck of light was visible.

Xu Zimei also opened his eyes, with raging Demonic Qi igniting from within.

He saw an Immortal Ship, majestically soaring toward them.

At the forefront of that Immortal Ship was the head of a celestial beast, though Xu Zimei had never seen such a beast before.

And at the rear of the ship was a massive ring, from which five spheres were hanging.

The entirety was pure white like amber.

Just like the entire Immortal Ship, it seemed ethereal and transcendent.

The structure of the Immortal Ship was complex, with a layer of blue light membrane covering its surface.

Although the Immortal Ship had not yet arrived from beyond the horizon, everyone could already feel its oppressive force.

The immense fleet was advancing at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, with sonic booms reverberating constantly.

The surrounding Spiritual Energy gathered at the foreground of the ship, with the giant beast opening its mouth wide, amassing tremendous power.

The torrent shattered the Endless Void, crushing towards them with an unstoppable force.

Before Xu Zimei could react, the Demon Sage had already risen into the air, confronting the torrent head-on.

His right hand's fingers slightly curved, condensing powerful Demonic Qi into a black ball in his palm.

It exploded directly in the void.

"Boom!"

When the torrent dissipated, the Demon Sage remained calm, his robe still perfectly intact.

His eyes fixed forward as the immense Immortal Ship slowly came to a halt.

Soon after, thousands of people from the Holy Court flew out of it.

They were dressed in uniformly styled robes, predominantly blue and white, each exuding a cold and arrogant demeanor.

When these thousand emerged, two leading figures leisurely walked out.

One was an elderly man with white hair, ancient and venerable.

The other was a young man, barely in his twenties.

However, upon seeing these two, the surrounding Demonic Race members all had a solemn expression.

"Those are the Immortal Servants of the Holy Court," a demon gravely said.

"Rumor has it the Immortal Servants of the Holy Court are all at the Great Saint level.

No one below the Great Saint is qualified to offer their servitude."

"Indeed, I also heard that once they become an Immortal Servant, the Holy Court would sculpt a statue, allowing the people of the Robbery Immortal Domain to worship their statues."

Amid the chattering of the Demonic Race members, Xu Zimei coughed lightly before slowly standing up.

"Under the command of the Immortal Lord, where is Xu Zimei?" the elderly man called out sternly.

"Ancestor Xuan Mingzi, come with me."

"I am right here," Xu Zimei replied casually.

"If you wish to take me away, you may come as you please."

"Is the Demon Lord of this generation so weak?" Ancestor Xuan Mingzi scrutinized Xu Zimei, sneering.

"Such a disgrace, before we came, we had some apprehensions, but it seems there's nothing much to be concerned about."

"Xuan Mingzi, do not be careless," the young man beside him solemnly warned.

A fellow Immortal Servant, his name was Xiang Tianhui.

He knew that anything related to the Demon Race was never simple.

Otherwise, the Heavenly Dao wouldn't have been powerless for so many years.

"You are just too cautious, Brother Xiang," Xuan Mingzi laughed.

"Imagine, capturing the Demon Lord, what an enormous achievement that would be.

If we could trap him on the Immortal Trapping Platform of our Holy Court, that would put him in his place."

"When my Lord was at his peak, you were merely minions and lackeys," a demon nearby could not bear their words any longer and said coldly.

"Now you're barking like dogs; it seems your Holy Court is full of petty villains."

"The outcome of great battles is all that matters, nothing else," Xuan Mingzi snorted coldly.

He laughed heartily, "Brother Xiang, just wait and see me capture that Demon Lord."

Xiang Tianhui wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

A powerful Holy Power erupted as Xuan Mingzi appeared around Xu Zimei with overwhelming Immortal Might.

Along the way, the void had been completely torn open by a powerful force, creating a path.

However, Xu Zimei stood with hands behind his back, ignoring him.

As Xuan Mingzi's eyes glared like torches, his right hand was about to grasp Xu Zimei's shoulder.

Suddenly, a "boom" sounded as an explosion occurred.

A gigantic hand grabbed Xuan Mingzi's wrist, and because of the overwhelming power, the wrist was directly crushed.

That was the cause of the previous explosion sound.

Xuan Mingzi withdrew fiercely, but his wrist recovered in an instant.

"Who dares to block me?" Xuan Mingzi slightly raised his head, with fury in his eyes, and looked over.

Only to see Demon Venerable Tianpeng standing in front of Xu Zimei, with powerful Demonic Qi surging around him.

"Greetings Ancestor," the numerous Demonic Race disciples saw Demon Venerable Tianpeng and hurriedly knelt in respect.

In truth, they all knew that the two strongest ancestors in the Demon Realm were the Purgatory Demon Charioteer and Demon Venerable Tianpeng.

However, Demon Venerable Tianpeng had been in seclusion and generally did not bother with matters in the Demon Realm.

Therefore, everyone was more familiar with the Purgatory Demon Charioteer.

"Demon Venerable, what do you mean by this?" Xuan Mingzi looked at Demon Venerable Tianpeng, his expression grim as he asked.

"I should ask you, what do you mean?" Demon Venerable Tianpeng retorted without backing down.

His overwhelming Holy Power clashed with Xuan Mingzi's, faintly suppressing him.

He was a Holy King, whereas Xuan Mingzi, though a Great Saint, was merely eternal.

The power difference between them was clear.

"I am under the Immortal Lord's command to apprehend the Demon Lord, which has nothing to do with your Demon Realm," Xuan Mingzi stated.

"Our assurance to your Demon Realm remains valid; we can ensure your peaceful existence.

But in this matter, you had best not interfere."

Every word Xuan Mingzi spoke carried an air of superiority.

As if it were mere charity.

He continued, "The Holy Court's army will arrive before long. You should carefully consider the pros and cons.

I assume you wouldn't want to disrupt the peace that has lasted for billions of years."

Xu Zimei watched coldly the entire time. After Xuan Mingzi finished speaking, his expression remained calm.

He merely glanced at them and stated succinctly, "Kill!"

As the word fell, an earth-shattering murderous aura swept through.

Demon Venerable Tianpeng was the first to strike, and subsequently, countless Demonic Race members of Changsong Mountain also rose into the air.

They fought against the people from the Holy Court in the sky.

The Holy Court had brought two Great Saints; Xuan Mingzi briefly engaged Demon Venerable Tianpeng.

Meanwhile, the other, Xiang Tianhui, did not rush to act, instead, he leisurely descended upon the void.

He and Xu Zimei were merely ten meters apart, both standing on the firmament.

"I want to know what backup you have," Xiang Tianhui said.

"The Purgatory Demon Charioteer won't fight."

"The Eighteen Demonic Generals, it's not only the Purgatory Demon Charioteer," Xu Zimei calmly replied.

"So what, they've all been exiled to the Ancient Demon Cave," Xiang Tianhui retorted.

"It seems you are also unaware of the Heaven Challenge War of old," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.