Villain: I Possess The Dragon Yang Dao Physique, All Saintesses Turns Into Villainesses

The Xuanwu God Son's offer was too tempting to ignore.

"I always prefer diplomacy before force," Xuan Tian said, his voice calm but full of threat. "If you refuse today, that's fine."

"But from this moment forward, our conflict won't just be about territories and resources anymore. It will be a fight to the death."

First, he offered generous terms. Then, he followed with an ultimatum. Arriving with overwhelming power, Xuan Tian had effortlessly backed the Azure Dragon Clan into a corner.

At this critical moment, someone finally stepped forward.

Chen Yan.

His steps were firm, his aura surging with fiery red energy, and battle intent gleamed in his eyes.

"Xuanwu God Son, as the heir of a great clan, you refuse to compete fairly and resort to such dishonorable tactics!"

"This was meant to be a martial tournament. If you have the ability, then fight me one-on-one! Do you dare?"

The classic script of the Destined Child—'If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!' At this moment, Chen Yan's fighting spirit had reached its peak.

If Xuan Tian truly accepted, he might have actually defeated him. That would allow him to cement his victory, stun the audience, and win the approval of the Azure Dragon Clan.

Unfortunately for him, the Xuanwu God Son had no interest in such nonsense.

"Scram." A Saint-level guard beside Xuan Tian casually struck forward with a palm.

The air trembled as a mountain-crushing force exploded outward.

Chen Yan was instantly sent flying, his body crashing several miles away, carving a deep trench into the island's surface. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.

If not for his Undying Ghost Blood, he might have been killed on the spot.

Gasps filled the air.

"A mere lowly insect dares challenge me to a duel? You? Ridiculous." Xuan Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression full of disdain.

He had come with overwhelming power—why would he fight one-on-one? Anyone who refused to recognize this reality was simply delusional.

"I'll say this one last time. None of you are worthy of the Azure Dragon Saintess. If you value your lives, leave now."

Faced with the sheer arrogance of the Xuanwu God Son, the gathered cultivators could only whisper their frustrations.

"Xuanwu God Son is too ruthless…"

"He doesn't even see us as worth his time."

"Shh, lower your voice. We're in his territory. It's best not to make trouble."

Seeing that no one dared to speak against him, Xuan Tian turned his attention back to the Azure Dragon Emperor.

He smiled faintly, "My father also sent me with a message. If you want to expand your power, seize territory, and grow stronger, then do it with your own strength."

"Playing petty tricks like hosting a martial tournament to recruit outside help is nothing but a joke."

"Does Tianjian City of Canglan Dao Domain really think they can extend their influence into Tianhai Dao Domain?"

The truth behind their intentions had been exposed for all to see.

The Azure Dragon Emperor was speechless, unable to form a response. The other members of the Azure Dragon Clan looked equally grim, their fists clenched in silent frustration.

They had been hoping to lure the Imperial Prince of Beiyang here, but that had clearly failed. Now, they could only accept their loss.

Xuan Tian raised a hand. "Go, bring the Azure Dragon Saintess to me."

The Xuanwu Guards immediately stepped forward, ready to seize Qing Youling by force.

The island fell into an eerie silence. All eyes followed the advancing guards and no one dared to interfere.

"Wait a moment!" A voice suddenly interrupted, drawing everyone's attention.

Murmurs spread through the crowd.

"Is that guy insane?"

"He's asking for death!"

Even Qing Youling's gaze shifted. But her attention wasn't on Lu Ming—the man who had just spoken. Instead, her eyes landed on the man standing beside him.

'That's the one who kidnapped me! He's still here?!'

Lin Qi'an: …

A bad feeling crept over him. His original plan had been flawless. First, Bai Jiuli would release the Dragon Saintess while secretly attaching herself to her as an invisible charm.

Then, after the Destined Child won the tournament, Lin Qi'an would use illusion techniques to disrupt his mind, creating a fallout between him and Qing Youling. That would greatly diminish his fortune.

But then Xuan Tian had arrived, ruining everything. Still, Lin Qi'an wasn't too worried. Bai Jiuli's strange techniques were highly reliable. He had no doubt she could handle the situation.

But what he hadn't expected… was for Lu Ming to suddenly step up and get involved.

This idiot… what is he doing?!

"God Son, shall I dispose of this fool?" one of Xuan Tian's subordinates asked.

Xuan Tian raised a hand to stop him, his smile growing colder. "Let him speak. After he's finished, I'll grant him a slightly less painful death."

The crowd gasped.

Xuan Tian was clearly using Lu Ming as an example—a warning to anyone else who dared defy him.

Lu Ming swallowed nervously, then took a deep breath, "Just now, you said none of us are worthy. But I disagree. You're right. We are unworthy. But there is one person who is."

Xuan Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, "Interesting. Who?"

Lu Ming pointed directly at Lin Qi'an.

All eyes followed his gesture, landing on the unfamiliar young man standing beside him.

Lin Qi'an: I swear to the heavens, Lu Ming, I will end you.

Bai Jiuli: Hehehehe~~~ This is going to be hilarious.

Su Xueni: Your Highness, you can't blame me for this one. I did warn you…

Lin Qi'an quickly replayed the events in his mind. The only time he could have been exposed was when he took Su Xueni out to the banquet.

'This guy… he could identify Su Xueni just from her eyes alone? That was terrifying.'

Qing Youling, meanwhile, was screaming internally, 'Him? The one who kidnapped me??! How could he possibly be worthy?!'

Xuan Tian frowned. "Who is he supposed to be?"

Lu Ming straightened his back and spoke with unwavering confidence.

"He is the strongest young genius of Canglan Dao Domain! The champion of the Grand Hunt! The three-time victor of the Tai'an Grand Ceremony! The inheritor of the Thunder Emperor's legacy! The son of the Sword Emperor! The Imperial Prince of Beiyang—Lin Qi'an!"

Lin Qi'an wanted to crawl into a hole. This was so embarrassingly over-the-top, it felt like a scene straight out of a bad play.

Why didn't he just go all the way and announce, 'He is the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men! The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea! The Breaker of Chains! The Unburnt! Daenerys Stormborn!'

But to the crowd, Lu Ming's words were a thunderclap.

"The Imperial Prince? You're saying he's the Imperial Prince?!"

"Impossible… Why would the Prince of Beiyang be here?"

"Is this a joke?"

"But Lu Ming wouldn't risk his life to make something like this up!"

Murmurs and speculation spread like wildfire. Some stronger cultivators even used their divine sense to try and see through Lin Qi'an's disguise.

The most shocked person, however, was Qing Youling. Her heart skipped a beat, then began to race uncontrollably.

That man… the one who kidnapped her… was actually the Imperial Prince of Beiyang?! If this was true, then everything suddenly made sense.

Why hadn't he been interested in her beauty? Why did the veiled woman by his side seem so calm and composed? Could it really be…?

The Azure Dragon Emperor's heart pounded, his pupils flashing with a deep blue glow as he examined Lin Qi'an from head to toe.

But after a brief moment, he shook his head.

Fake.

The Imperial Prince's cultivation was supposed to be at the Celestial Realm. There was no way someone of that level could fool his Azure Dragon Divine Eyes.

What a disappointment.

Xuan Tian also glanced at the Saint-level expert beside him, silently asking for confirmation.

If this really was the Imperial Prince of Beiyang, then he'd have to reconsider everything.

The Saint shook his head. "Your Highness, I see no traces of disguise or illusion. He is most likely not the Imperial Prince."

A false alarm.

Xuan Tian nearly wiped sweat from his brow. Then his expression darkened, "You dare try to deceive me?"

He raised his palm, and a blinding divine light surged forward. The terrifying power of a Dao Transformation Realm cultivator instantly filled the air, suffocating everyone below.

The sheer pressure of death made countless cultivators tremble in fear.

Lu Ming's face turned ashen, his body frozen in place. He had taken a gamble, hoping to restore Canglan Dao Domain's honor. But now that Xuan Tian was actually attacking, he knew he had guessed wrong.

'I'm finished. Not just me—this so-called Brother An is going to die too.'

But just as the devastating attack was about to land, Lin Qi'an casually lifted a single finger and pointed at the sky. A single burst of sword intent erupted.

Boom!

The sword energy tore through the sky, shattering Xuan Tian's divine light in mid-air. The impact sent waves crashing and clouds splitting apart.

The violent gusts of wind sent countless cultivators stumbling backward.

Some instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, unable to withstand the sheer force of the counterattack.

At the same time, Lin Qi'an's illusion gradually faded, revealing his true appearance.

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority, cutting through the wind and directly into everyone's ears.

"Daring to raise a hand against this prince… I must commend your bravery."

Silence. Utter, shocking silence.

Countless eyes widened, mouths gaping open but unable to form words.

He stood there, clad in white robes, his long black hair billowing in the wind. Handsome, commanding, exuding an unrivaled presence.

Simply standing there, he radiated an aura of majesty and power—the kind that made men instinctively lower their heads.

If this was not the Imperial Prince of Beiyang, then who else could it be? He was really here.