The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

The Rim Shook.

Not like thunder.

Like a god's erection slamming into the crust of the world, explosions blossomed overhead, Ye An's rage carving flaming scars through the earth, Beibei's lightning shrieks splitting the skies like heaven's thighs parting in divine hysteria.

And below it all... Su Xiaobai stood still.

Satisfied, hands covered with blood.

An writhing black orb, ozzing dark miasma, still shivering like a fetus left in a womb too long, twisted in his palm.

It whimpered.

He slapped it.

"Whimper one more time, and I'll shove you so deep in Beibei's cloaca you'll beg to be refined into fertilizer."

The orb went still.

Behind him, roots slashed, not elegant vines, not divine lotus strands.

Cursed limbs.

Hundreds of them.

Veined with black mist, shaped like dismembered arms stolen from sinners. They lashed out in every direction, slicing, tearing, raping the air, with murder-lust, carving down the filth birthed from the ruptured cadavers of two fallen Marshals.

But even in death, Hunters spawned.

The two rhino-bodied Marshals hadn't just died.

They'd exploded.

Split down the groin, their guts unspooling into screaming new life.

Each one had vomited larvae hunters, all blind, all starved, all with mouths like vaginal nightmares and cocks for tongues.

They screeched.

They crawled.

They begged for flesh with infant moans.

"Fucking parasites," Su Xiaobai muttered, flicking his wrist.

Swissh!

A blade of sword Qi hissed from his palm, slicing three in half.

Three creatures bisected, yet, they twitched.

Still moved.

Their inner muscles wrapped around the blade like it was a cock they didn't want to let go.

Su Xiaobai cursed again.

"Sticky fucks.... Die already."

"Screeeeee!"

Above him, Beibei screamed, wings fluttering, lightning bursting from her beak like she'd just climaxed on a thundercloud.

She eviscerated another Marshal in midair, but feathers fell.

Even she was tired.

"Three down. Five still dry-humping existence. And now there's a whole zoo giving birth from their assholes."

Su Xiaobai cracked his neck.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Behind him, the ground cracked.

Three new Marshals approached.

Massive.

One was part gorilla, part moth, with fingers made of centipede legs. Another had a serpent for a spine, and a crocodile mouth where its crotch should be.

"Kekekeke~!"

The last one had no head, just an eyeball bulging from its throat, blinking wetly, as if it regretted existing.

One slapped its chest.

A war-drum beat.

"Ho… hoh… hohhh…"

"Oh," Su Xiaobai muttered, watching its trembling hands. "They've discovered… tribal foreplay?"

Ssswwwish!

A harpoon of fused femurs and beast vertebrae whistled towards him.

He leaned back.

It missed his face by a whisper, slamming into the dirt like it meant to inseminate the mountain.

Su Xiaobai tilted his head, surprised.

These weren't wild.

They were groomed, force-fed prey to evolve together.

A whole zoo of mutated cocks and claws, tailored for battle.

"Someone's been breeding them," he whispered. "Feeding them human tactics. Conditioning their evolution.... Grooming them for battle."

He looked up.

And saw hell across the ridge.

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"Ahhhh...."

Sykarra's abdomen ripped open.

Her guts flopped out, but it wasn't intestines.

It was more Hunters crawling from her fucking stomach.

Blind... Slimy.... Still mewling.

"RAAAAAH!" she screamed, and in desperation, tore off two of her own arms and shoved them into the gaping wound, stuffing her belly like a cursed dumpling to plug the birth canal.

Vaelzaar howled.

Her four legs thundered.

She leapt.

Only for Ye An's claw to carve through her shoulder, ripping meat.

Twelve newborn Hunters fell from the chunk of flesh that hit the ground, crawling out like aborted sins, hungry and ready to kill.

To mortal eyes?

They were just shadows.

Flickering blurs, gods in battle, breaking time and sound.

To Su Xiaobai?

They were three overgrown woman trying to out-birth each other.

He saw it... All.

He wasn't watching a fight.

He was watching a disease spread.

"...If she doesn't finish them fast enough," he muttered, "we'll be drowning in a Hunter tide. One commander-class death = ten thousand spawns."

He looked at the mountain of twitching muscle and horns approaching him.

Then at Ye An.

Then back at the exploding corpses.

And sighed.

"Yeah. No one's getting out of this pretty."

Su Xiaobai wiped blood off his face as he side-eyed the twitching Hunter core still in his hand.

He wasn't even sure why he was collecting them.

Curiosity? Arrogance? A long-term plan to sell them to some desperate alchemist for sex pills?

He shrugged. Still worth it.

Then—"Pssssshhhhhh—!"

A screech echoed through the battlefield.

One of the gorilla-bodied Marshals, the one whose leg had been torched by his dragon breath, rose, twitching.

Except… it didn't grow a leg back.

No.

It grew a tail.

Shhhhhkkkkk!

A rattling, scale-covered, venomous serpent's tail, twitching like a fresh erection from the swamp of hell.

"Crunmp!"

Its jaw unhinged, snapping wide like a cursed anglerfish trying to unbirth itself.

And then... Fog.

A blast of green mist, filled with acidic rot and death.

It smelled like a brothel's laundry bucket after three centuries of fermentation.

Even a core formation realm cultivator would have died from scent alone, before the poison even reached the lungs.

Su Xiaobai's expression went from amused to "did this thing just.... fart apocalypse?"

"You shapeshifting factories," he muttered, "I should've brought a mop."

He reached over his shoulder and pulled out Heavenbreaker, a colossal lightning hammer etched with demonic runes and terrible decisions.

CRACK—!

He hurled it.

It screamed through, black lightning trailing like divine sperm.

It hit.

Square in the face.

The Marshal's skull cratered inward, teeth spiraling out like spiritual shrapnel.

But it didn't die.

It shed.

Skin hissed as it peeled away, sloughing off in wet sheets.

Beneath the gorilla shell?

A serpent.

Full-bodied... Grinning.

Behind it, the other two Marshals tore themselves open, shedding their forms like molted armor.

Three serpents now stood before him, sisters in scale and sin.

Clone variants.

Flesh-evolved.

Raised in the same pit.

Groomed for the same fate.

"Farming evolution now?" Su Xiaobai sighed.

"Cloning your... nightmares?"

His eyes crackled with violet light, wind surged, lightning kissed his fingers.

He reached into his ring and pulled free a weapon that still hummed with the death of a prodigy... the spear he took after killing Mu Qianshang.

A sleek, beautiful murder-stick.

Covered in inscriptions that screamed when wet.

He raised it.

"Tempestuous Strike."

Lightning howled.

"WHIZZZZ!"

The spear twisted midair, became a divine violet roaring python, made of wind and lightining Qi, ten meters long, eyes like thunder gods.

Swoooosh!

It screamed as it dove not a projectile, but a living artform of wrath.

It entered one serpent's mouth.

And then—

Tore up.

Puchi!

Bursting through spine, brain, and skull.

Blood erupted upward in a geyser of sparks and steaming meat.

The other two paused

Fight?

Or flee?

Su Xiaobai caught his returning spear mid-air, spun it like a bored chef preparing corpse stew, and smiled.

"Come on then," he whispered.

"Let's see what else your farmer general taught you. Tricks? Positions? Name all your fathers."

Then his grin faltered.

Just a little.

He wiped sweat from his brow.

The Marshal he'd just exploded?

Its flesh… was moving.

Shifting.

Tearing open.

And from it?

Came more.

Not one.

Hundreds.

A swarm of baby Hunters,.half-formed, blind, shrieking like orgasmic rats, burst from the ruined body cavity.

All of them hungry.

All of them sprinting toward him.

Su Xiaobai's eye twitched.

He braced himself, and whispered aloud:

"If this is what a farmed Hunter can do… then a wild one... raised on murder and rape and the blood of his own siblings... "

Su Xiaobai didn't finish the sentence.

Because something whispered louder than words.

"Collapse."