I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1392: What Belongs to Him Has Been Taken Away, and the God of Death Harvests All Souls

This figure appeared to be under twenty years old—thin and small, looking extremely inconspicuous. Not even taller than his opponent’s shoulders, he had gray hair and gray pupils. His hair hung down, obscuring his true facial features, yet his eyes remained as calm as a gloomy ice field, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

In contrast, though not burly, his opponent exuded an overwhelming sense of terror. His body was marked with various scars, and his arms were covered in fine, iron-blue scales. His eyes resembled vertical slits, gleaming with a cold, bloodthirsty light. Additionally, barbed horns protruded from his forehead, indicating he possessed the bloodline of a foreign race, though he maintained a predominantly human appearance.

As the two prepared to clash, a terrifying sound of wind and thunder erupted, as if the shock were piercing the void itself. Observing the arena, the significant size difference between them was strikingly evident.

Many figures in the spectator seats couldn’t help but stand up, filled with excitement as they stared intently at the unfolding scene. In contrast, far less attention was paid to the duel on the opposite side. While equally intense, it was less engaging by comparison.

Soon, a fierce battle erupted there, and as the two fighters clashed, blood splattered everywhere. The sound of bone-cracking accompanied the gruesome scene, stirring the emotions of countless spectators and causing their heart rates to accelerate significantly.

Meanwhile, the rich middle-aged man in charge of the event, in high spirits, took the opportunity to introduce the origins of the two figures. The taller fighter was a dead warrior trained by the main venue of Gufeng Ancient City, Wanzu Arena. Having endured countless battles, his fighting experience was exceptionally vast.

He could crush his opponents each time until hardly a whole body was left. If you were a frequent visitor to the Ten Thousand Clans Arena, you would undoubtedly be familiar with him.

In contrast, the other thin figure was more ordinary, having been sent over from the arenas in other ancient cities. He had also experienced nearly a hundred fights, successfully defeating and killing his opponents. However, unlike the fighter before him, he had been thoroughly crushed each time. Moreover, since arriving in Gufeng Ancient City, he had not truly participated in a duel, leaving even the person in charge unaware of his true strength.

In the pavilion, Gu Changge set down his teacup, his gaze falling on the arena. He focused on the thin figure with gray hair and gray eyes, and several thoughts flashed through his mind. In fact, he had noticed this even before the duel began.

The figure exuded an almost innate killing intent, manifesting as if it were a natural law surrounding him. Without any deliberate cultivation or guidance, he had achieved such a level; it was evident that this talent was meant for this path.

“I wonder what Mr. Gu means?”

Elder Zhuo Jue asked curiously upon hearing his words. Although he was also a being of the Dao realm, he was not adept at reading fate and, after careful observation, saw no abnormalities.

Gu Changge smiled, choosing to say nothing further. The concept of fate was as elusive as luck itself. The method of spiritual civilization was primarily focused on extracting and condensing various original substances for cultivation.

In terms of divination and deduction, it was far inferior to that of Immortal Dao civilization. If a Dao Realm expert from the Immortal Dao civilization were present, they might be able to detect the anomaly after some deduction. Elder Zhuo Jue felt a bit embarrassed but wisely chose not to press further, instead redirecting his attention to the arena.

Gray hair and gray eyes?

In another pavilion, Wang He also noticed the scene unfolding in the arena. He couldn’t help but be startled, his eyes locking onto the gray-haired thin figure, and his expression became troubled and uncertain.

How could this be such a coincidence?

If there are no mistakes in the life experiences of those individuals, then this figure should be the source of the disaster that will lead to the arena of all races in the future.

He recalled the day when the river of slaughter swept across the arena of all races, claiming countless lives. The gray-eyed figure had stood amidst it all, like a god of death descending upon the world to harvest souls.

Wang He whispered to himself, carefully scrutinizing the thin figure. Initially, this matter had seemed irrelevant to him, as it did not involve him directly.

Wang He was still contemplating whether to inform Hong Gui so she could address the situation sooner. If that gray-haired, gray-eyed figure truly was the root cause of future disasters in the Ten Thousand Clans Arena, he would need to take action. After all, if he hadn’t encountered the situation himself, he likely wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to plan for it. However, there was another, more pressing matter at hand.

But since the opportunity had presented itself, why not plan? This was the god of death of the future, after all.

“Wang He, what’s wrong with you?”

Hong Gui noticed the unusual expression on Wang He’s face and asked involuntarily.

Wang He snapped back to reality, his expression returning to normal. He shook his head slightly and replied, “It’s nothing. I just suddenly noticed the fight below and thought of something.”

Hong Gui was not convinced by his words, as she had some insight into Wang He’s scheming and methods.

“Oh, I see,” she said with a smile, not pressing further, and turned her gaze back to the arena.

Wang He observed the gray-haired, gray-eyed figure fiercely battling his opponent before quietly shifting his gaze to the arena on the other side.

He couldn’t help but sigh, “Senior Hong Gui is quite generous. Both of them possess cultivation talents that rival those of heirs from major families and great sects, yet here they are, fighting for the entertainment of the crowd.”

Hong Gui faintly sensed Wang He’s intentions, smiling as she replied, “Such young talents are indeed rare in our arena of all races. If it weren’t for the special circumstances, I wouldn’t be willing to showcase them like this. Why, could it be that Wang He is interested in these two young talents?”

She was aware of Wang He’s establishment of the Scavengers Sect, which had developed rapidly and flourished in recent years. However, in terms of background, it could not compete with forces that had existed for tens of millions of years or longer. Thus, Wang He was likely considering ways to strengthen his lineage, seeking out talented cultivators and strong individuals to join the Scavenger Sect.

Hong Gui speculated that Wang He might be feeling a sense of urgency to nurture talent at this moment and wished to take both of them under his wing. The Ten Thousand Clans Arena cultivated these young seeds, naturally, for profit.

As long as the price Wang He offered was high enough, Hong Gui would naturally agree to his request and allow him to take the individuals away. Additionally, she could sell another favor to Wang He in the process.

Wang He did not conceal his intentions and stated plainly, “Senior, I really can’t bear to see these two today. If they receive substantial training in my Scavengers Sect, their future achievements will undoubtedly be significant. It’s far better than fighting here for the entertainment of others.”

“I’ve searched everywhere for disciples, and after many twists and turns, I couldn’t find suitable candidates. Yet, in your arena, I spotted two potential ones at a glance.”

Wang He was clever; he didn’t mention just one but expressed interest in both, which would prevent Hong Gui from raising too many doubts.

As Wang He anticipated, Hong Gui didn’t overthink it upon hearing his words. With a smile, she replied, “You can take them away if you wish, but you’ll have to wait until the duel is over. However, Wang He, you should know the rules of my Ten Thousand Clans Arena. In the past, if other forces wished to buy these young talents, I couldn’t agree. Although we share some friendship…”

Wang He recognized that the matter was nearly settled, so he smiled and interrupted her, “Don’t worry; I will ensure that Senior Hong Gui doesn’t suffer any loss. You know me well, so there’s no need for concern.”

Hong Gui felt quite satisfied upon hearing this.

The most important factor for her was to value Wang He. At such a young age, he was on the verge of entering the Dao realm, and his future achievements would undoubtedly be significant. If he wanted these two young talents, she could grant his request and, in doing so, secure a favor for herself in the future. She had nothing to lose in this deal.

Both of them were in good spirits; Wang He felt that everything was secured, and now he just had to wait for the duel to conclude. He was very confident in the gray-haired, gray-eyed figure, even though the current situation in the arena suggested he was at a disadvantage. After all, if he couldn’t handle this fight, how could he possibly seek revenge in the arena of Ten Thousand Clans in the future?

Soon, the fighting in another arena came to an end. Two figures had been locked in a fierce battle, resulting in one dead and the other seriously injured. The seriously injured fighter was on the brink of death, with horrific wounds covering his body, yet he managed to win the fight by a slim margin. The person in charge quickly dispatched attendants to take him for treatment.

Meanwhile, the spectators were left amazed and excited by the thrilling moments of this contest. The fighting in the other arena also came to a sudden halt.

Many people didn’t even see what happened; they only noticed that the slightly taller figure was clutching his neck in disbelief, blood spraying everywhere like a rain of red. Meanwhile, the thin figure stood to the side indifferently, allowing the blood rain to drench him.

“What…?”

Hong Gui was momentarily taken aback. She hadn’t anticipated such a turn of events, but at that moment, there was a dramatic reversal. Logically speaking, such an injury should have been trivial for someone of the true immortal realm; they could easily regenerate from a drop of blood or a severed limb. Yet, the opponent of the thin figure had, in that instant, seen his vitality collapse completely—like fly ash blown away by the wind, he turned to dust.

She hadn’t paid close attention before, but to understand it clearly, she needed to revisit the scene from just moments ago.

“It’s worthy of being the future god of death; I read it right,” Wang He said, his eyes shining with excitement. The means by which the thin figure had caused his opponent’s vitality to collapse so suddenly was precisely the intent to kill, a lethal force that could extinguish life in an instant.

“It was an unexpected fight,” Hong Gui remarked as she regained her composure, looking at Wang He with a complex expression. So he had guessed it earlier? No wonder he had said these two were exceptional talents and had been so eager to take them away.

In Hong Gui’s heart, Wang He became even more mysterious. Just as Wang He was smiling, contemplating what to say to Hong Gui, a sudden sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the pavilion. A maid responsible for delivering messages rushed in quickly and whispered urgently into Hong Gui’s ear, her expression one of confusion.

“What…?”

Upon hearing the maid’s words, Hong Gui’s expression shifted once more, disbelief etched on her face. To confirm the truth of the message, she asked cautiously, “Is what you said true?”

“I wouldn’t dare lie to the master; this message comes from Elder Zhuo Jue,” the maid replied respectfully.

Receiving this affirmative response, Hong Gui let out a long sigh of relief. She then couldn’t help but contemplate something further, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

“If that’s true, wouldn’t it be a good thing for me? Maybe there’s still a chance to connect with that mysterious lord,” she murmured, excitement shining in her eyes.

When Wang He saw the maid approach, something stirred within him. Hearing Hong Gui’s words now made his heart skip a beat.

“Senior Hong Gui, I wonder what’s going on? Why do you speak like this?” he asked, still a bit uncertain.

At his question, Hong Gui snapped back to reality, regaining her composure. However, she couldn’t completely conceal the smile and joy that lingered on her face.

She explained, “Elder Zhuo Jue just sent someone to inform me that the mysterious lord in white intends to take the individual who won the duel just now.”

“What?”

Wang He’s expression darkened. Though he tried to suppress his disbelief, his tone shifted slightly. He never expected that, at this moment, someone would come forward to compete with him—especially the mysterious lord of unknown origin.

Hong Gui, however, remained unfazed and said bluntly, “I’m sorry about what happened just now. Since the lord has expressed his intent to take the victor, the agreement I made earlier can only be broken. I hope you won’t take offense.”

“But as for the other person, if that lord doesn’t want him, you can take him, Wang He, and I won’t ask for any price…” Without waiting for Wang He to respond, she beamed with joy and swiftly vanished from the pavilion, eager to rush over.

Wang He remained alone in the pavilion, his face growing increasingly grim. He felt humiliated, as if he were being mocked. They had just made an agreement, and now Hong Gui had changed her mind in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, Hong Gui’s last words left him feeling humiliated. Wang He had targeted that gray-haired, gray-eyed figure from the beginning and had no interest in the other person at all.

“Master, what’s wrong with you?” After Hong Gui left, a group of elders and disciples from the Scavengers Sect entered the pavilion. Noticing Wang He’s strange expression, they couldn’t help but ask.

At that moment, Wang He took a deep breath, suppressing the resentment of having what was rightfully his snatched away. He forced a smile, waved his hand, and said, “It’s nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.”