I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 940 - 939 Death, Heading to the Land of Destruction

These Sword Qi were anything but weak like ordinary Sword Qi.

They were the Sword Qi of the True Divine Sword, with each strand imbued with the power of the Holy Master.

Within a single wisp of Sword Qi contained a power vast as the ocean.

It was profound and boundless.

Xu Zimei stood at the central point of the Sword Qi, and as he brandished the True Divine Sword.

The tens of thousands of Sword Qi began to converge towards the True Divine Sword.

Finally, at the tip of the True Divine Sword, a massive and ethereal sword condensed.

It was as if the True Divine Sword was in Xu Zimei’s hands, while the ethereal sword was connected to it.

This ethereal sword had once been named "Godfall" by the Holy Master.

It marked the end of the Mythical Era’s twilight, the reign of the Form Blood Beasts, as well as the end of the Mythical Era itself,

Thus commencing the era of Wild Desolation, the so-called Era of Emperors.

A name of remembrance, it was also a sword of epochal significance.

This was the power bestowed by the Sword Spirit of the True Divine Sword.

Xu Zimei felt as if he had returned to the barbaric Era of Emperors, where flesh was consumed raw and blood was drunk greedily.

He seemed like the Holy Master, advancing triumphantly, setting a new era into motion with a gathering.

This sword, its cycle ceaseless, appeared to transcend time, crossing from the Wild Desolation to the Era of Emperors,

With the intention of Wu Geng, it struck down decisively.

Of course, this was all merely Xu Zimei’s personal experience.

To outsiders, this sword strike was unadorned and simple.

It looked as though Xu Zimei merely swung his sword casually, a rather ordinary slash.

"Goodbye," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.

The monster before him fell utterly silent.

Xu Zimei sheathed his sword and stood still, as Lu Changgen looked towards him.

Before he could utter a word of inquiry, his body instantly disintegrated.

It fell apart.

Becoming piles of mangled flesh.

The motley powers within clashed wildly, some dissipating into the void,

Some exploding violently.

Xu Zimei walked out from the explosion, with the True Divine Sword vanishing into the void.

Beside him, the Moke Ancestor’s face changed dramatically.

After a brief silence, his eyes flickered uncertainly.

"You Slaying Immortal Sect won’t cause me any trouble, will you?" Xu Zimei said to the Moke Ancestor with a light laugh.

"Young lad, what is your name?" the Moke Ancestor asked indifferently.

"Xu Zimei," he replied with a chuckle.

"Why? Seeking revenge?"

The Moke Ancestor snorted coldly, looking to Breeze Venerable beside him and said, "Brother Qingfeng, if you have no further matters, I shall take my leave."

"Breeze Venerable, feel free to visit my abode for a drink whenever you have time," Breeze Venerable said, stroking his long beard with a smile.

Only when the figure of the Moke Ancestor gradually disappeared into the void,

Did Breeze Venerable finally turn to Xu Zimei and say, "You’re rather impressive."

"Many have said so," Xu Zimei smiled in response.

"If you’re interested, you can come visit our Slaying Immortal Sect," replied Breeze Venerable.

"Ancestor, he is the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect," Ji Ruobing quickly explained from the side.

Realizing Breeze Venerable’s intent to recruit and wanting to prevent any misunderstanding, he interjected.

Hearing Ji Ruobing’s words, Breeze Venerable was momentarily stunned.

While feeling regret, he also laughed and said, "I had forgotten, how could an ordinary Loose Cultivator possess such formidable strength.

Most likely, they are cultivated by some Imperial Rule Immortal Sect."

With this thought in mind, Breeze Venerable remarked, "Those few old fogeys of your True Martial Holy Sect must be laughing even in their dreams."

"Ancestor, you’re elevating others at my expense, am I that poor?" Ji Ruobing said with a hint of jealousy.

"Not at all, not at all," Breeze Venerable chuckled.

"You youngsters should exchange more among yourselves, this old man will not impose any longer.

"Welcome to come to our Slaying Immortal Sect anytime."

After Breeze Venerable finished speaking, his projection gradually dissipated.

Looking at the ground pockmarked with destruction, this mess would now be left to City Lord Mu Chengmiao to headaches over.

Xu Zimei didn’t blame Mu Chengmiao either.

After all, the other party hadn’t done anything too egregious, and the mastermind behind the scenes was Lu Changgen.

Plus, considering the situation with Mu Qing, this matter could be considered closed.

With Ji Ruobing around in the future, it was unlikely that anyone would target Myriad Pill Hall again.

"Young Master Xu," Fan Lui Yu stepped forward and gave Xu Zimei a deep bow.

"That’s enough, I didn’t save you to have you thank me," Xu Zimei waved his hand and said.

Fan Lui Yu took out a sachet hanging from his waist, and from it, he produced a transparent, crystal stone-like object and placed it in front of Xu Zimei.

The inside of the crystal stone was tinged with blood.

"This is," Xu Zimei seemed to guess something.

He asked, "The Emperor Head of Slaughter Great Emperor?"

Fan Lui Yu nodded slightly.

"You are bold, carrying it with you," Xu Zimei laughed.

"The most dangerous place is often the safest," Fan Lui Yu said.

"I want to give it to you."

"Because I saved you?" Xu Zimei asked.

"That’s part of the reason," Fan Lui Yu nodded and continued.

"I’m well aware that many people outside want this item, and I can’t use it.

I understand the principle that possession of valuable things incurs guilt.

I believe you have the capability to possess it."

"Although it’s not much use to me either, it’s not bad to hold onto," Xu Zimei accepted the Emperor Head and tossed it into the True Fate World.

He wondered whether it might be interesting to give this Emperor Head to the natives of the True Fate World.

Seeing Xu Zimei accept the Emperor Head, Fan Lui Yu smiled and looked earnestly towards Xu Zimei, speaking again.

"I know Young Master Xu is like a Golden Dragon in the sky, elusive and out of reach.

Lui Yu will quietly watch from the ground, pray for you, and wait for the day when you carry Destiny and rule over all."

...

To go to the Land of Destruction, Immortal City had special white cranes.

They flew out once every seven days.

After bidding farewell to Fan Lui Yu, Xu Zimei and Ji Ruobing went to the location of the white crane.

"You’re also going to the Land of Destruction?" Xu Zimei looked at Ji Ruobing in surprise and asked.

"Can’t I go and have a look if I’m free?" Ji Ruobing retorted.

"Not at all, it’s your freedom to go wherever you want," Xu Zimei responded.

"But don’t follow me; I still have things to do."

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"You, this person," Ji Ruobing gave Xu Zimei a glance and directly boarded the white crane.

In fact, her reason for going to the Land of Destruction was also because of Xu Zimei.

Before Breeze Venerable left, he had secretly communicated with her, asking her to befriend Xu Zimei.

Ji Ruobing understood the gist of it.

But when she followed Xu Zimei, she had not a single thought of personal gain in her heart.

She simply wanted to come along and observe.

Just as men like beautiful women,

Women are also charmed by heroic and powerful men.

It was just a little quirk of the heart.

...

The white crane spread its wings, each stretching out a hundred meters long.

Of course, there was a vast landing place built on the back of the white crane.

The floor was made of banyan wood planks, and guardrails on both sides prevented people from falling off.

There were plenty of seats on top, and while riding the white crane, one could stand outside the guardrails and enjoy the view from the sky.