I Really Am A Villain

This demonic dragon carried both demonic energy and condensed frost power.

As a result, the entire dragon appeared extraordinarily sinister.

The Demon-Devouring Ice Dragon roared, its scarlet eyes fixed on Xu Zimo.

It crossed the void, destroying heaven and earth as it went.

Its massive body seemed to blot out the sky itself as it charged straight at Xu Zimo.

“You want to play with ice against me? You’re still far from qualified,” Xu Zimo spoke calmly.

In his hand, the Edict of Ice surged and flowed.

Now that he was an Infinite Dao cultivator, what he wielded were Primordial Edicts.

Meanwhile, this High Dragon Sage Monarch was only a Saint Sovereign, capable of using no more than Primal Daos.

The difference between Primordial Edict and Primal Dao was a qualitative leap.

Xu Zimo could wield any rule he wished.

So in terms of the Ice Edict, he absolutely suppressed his opponent.

“Melt.”

As Xu Zimo spoke again, the Demon-Devouring Ice Dragon began to melt halfway through its charge.

“How can this be? That’s impossible,” High Dragon Sage Monarch shook his head in disbelief.

“Idiot,” Xu Zimo snorted coldly.

“With such pitiful skill, you still dare to shout in front of me.”

He waved his hand, and snow suddenly fell from the sky.

Blizzards gathered endlessly in his palm.

“Let me teach you properly what true ice really is.”

“You’re ignorant and reckless. You’ve clearly never seen a real powerhouse.”

The frost in Xu Zimo’s hand condensed, forming an absolute zero ice dragon.

Compared to the one summoned by High Dragon Sage Monarch, this ice dragon was overwhelmingly superior in both size and presence.

“To be able to witness this before you die, you can die without regret,” Xu Zimo said.

The ice dragon surged across the void.

Everything in its path was frozen solid.

Even before it arrived, the bone-chilling cold had already frozen the void itself.

High Dragon Sage Monarch’s expression changed drastically. He tried to retreat, but it was useless.

His feet had already been frozen in place.

“No, I don’t want to die!” High Dragon Sage Monarch screamed.

Driven by an overwhelming desire to survive, he raised his long sword and forcibly chopped off his own legs.

Boom.

The ice dragon obliterated that entire stretch of heaven and earth.

High Dragon Sage Monarch was lucky enough to survive.

Though caught in the explosion and gravely injured, he at least kept his life.

He crawled out of the ice and snow with difficulty.

Without his legs, he looked utterly miserable.

“Save me. Save me,” he cried out to the surrounding onlookers.

Naturally, the spectators who had come merely to watch would not help him.

Even Chen Cangtian’s lackeys were now pale with fear, no longer daring to shout arrogantly as before.

“No wonder you dared to provoke me. You do have some ability,” a calm voice said at this moment.

The crowd parted as a golden carriage drawn by qilin slowly approached from behind.

To use qilin to pull a carriage showed just how exalted this person was.

“It’s Chen Cangtian,” someone immediately shouted.

“A Golden Qilin. It’s a mutated bloodline of the qilin race.”

“It’s not a true qilin, but at least seventy percent of its bloodline is qilin,” someone explained.

True qilin were one of the Sixteen Beast Races.

Even in death, they would never serve as beasts of burden.

They were among the highest-ranked god beasts in the world.

The golden qilin slowly came to a halt, its calm eyes locking onto Xu Zimo.

The carriage door opened, and a young man stepped out.

He was flanked on both sides by two peerless beauties who attended him closely.

The young man himself was extremely handsome.

A high nose bridge, and long blue hair that flowed freely.

As he walked forward, the crowd instinctively made way for him.

“Greetings, Young Master Chen.”

“Young Master Chen is truly peerless in elegance, a role model for our generation.”

“With Young Master Chen here, this guy won’t be able to stir up any trouble.”

As Chen Cangtian arrived, the crowd instantly changed its tune, showering him with flattery.

Chen Cangtian smiled faintly, clearly unimpressed.

He looked at Xu Zimo, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said, “How about joining our Eighteen Blade Purgatory? I can give you the status of a true disciple.”

Hearing this, many people were stunned.

The two should have been mortal enemies.

Xu Zimo had even killed his younger brother.

Yet upon arriving, Chen Cangtian showed no deep hatred at all, instead attempting to recruit him.

“What is Young Master Chen planning?” someone asked in confusion.

“Foolish,” another sneered. “There is no eternal hatred or interest in this world.”

“What Xu Zimo has shown now is talent no weaker than Young Master Chen’s.”

“If he joins the Eighteen Blade Purgatory, it’s possible they’ll gain another Infinite Dao powerhouse in the future.”

“That’s right. An Infinite Dao cultivator isn’t something ordinary grudges can destroy.”

The crowd murmured among themselves. Those who were clever already understood.

Chen Cangtian looked extremely confident.

He believed Xu Zimo was a smart man.

Since he had already offered him a way out, the other party should know when to stop.

Xu Zimo merely let out a cold laugh.

“Recruit me? You think you’re worthy?”

At these merciless words, Chen Cangtian’s eyes narrowed further.

“It seems you’ve made the wrong choice.”

“And who are you to decide right and wrong?” Xu Zimo replied calmly.

In the next instant, Chen Cangtian’s figure turned into a blur and swept across the void, charging straight at Xu Zimo.

His speed was astonishing, like a bolt of lightning.

Xu Zimo’s gaze turned cold, and he threw a punch in response.

It was a pure clash of speed and strength.

Xu Zimo did not move an inch.

Chen Cangtian, however, was forced to retreat several steps.

“Eighteen Heaven-Rending Blades,” Chen Cangtian called out.

In an instant, the void around Xu Zimo shattered.

Eighteen streams of blade light surrounded him.

These were no ordinary blade energies.

Each one represented a different intent.

Some burned everything like raging flames.

Some flowed endlessly like rushing water.

Others carried annihilating power, capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Eighteen streams of blade light represented eighteen different laws.

“It’s said that Young Master Chen comprehended the blade light left behind by the eighteen Infinite Dao powerhouses of the Eighteen Blade Purgatory.”

“He’s a peerless prodigy, seen only once in millions of years,” someone exclaimed.

“That’s right. These eighteen blade light aren’t even his strongest move.”

“It’s said he cultivates eighteen great daos simultaneously. A true eternal genius.”

“Even the Divine Court is paying attention to Young Master Chen.”

“Once he breaks through to Infinite Dao, he’ll be qualified to enter the Divine Court.”

The crowd buzzed with discussion. Chen Cangtian’s reputation was indeed immense.

At this moment, Chen Cangtian’s eyes were as sharp as blades.

The eighteen streams of blade light moved like extensions of his own limbs, completely under his control.

He looked at Xu Zimo and said calmly, “I cherish talent, so I’ll give you one last chance.

Submit, or stubbornly resist. Either way, I will not hesitate to cut you down.”

“Then try it,” Xu Zimo replied indifferently.

“Slash,” Chen Cangtian roared.

All eighteen streams of blade light shot forward at the same time.

Boom.

The entire world seemed to explode.