I Truly Am The Villian

The Blood River surged into the sky.

Countless corpses, as if in a mass grave, shattered before everyone's eyes.

Witnessing this scene.

Some people began to vomit on the spot.

This scene was indeed too stimulating.

Tens of thousands perished at a stroke before them; such brutality was hard for many to accept.

Even Zhao Zhoutian furrowed his brows.

"Such heavy killing intent."

"Second Grandfather, I feel like throwing up the tea I just drank," Zhao Danyang said.

"It seems there's a truly ruthless person within the True Martial Holy Sect."

Zhao Zhoutian speculated, "I wonder who it might be?

Could it be a survivor of the great war from back then?"

He couldn't fathom it, but this scene of slaughtering tens of thousands was indeed shocking enough.

Even within the Imperial Palace, Long Zun, before the mirror, suddenly stood up.

And over at Xiao An'an's side.

She had finally resolved the Dragon Tiger Beast.

She held the True Martial Blade, her presence arching like a rainbow, fiercely emerging as sunlight.

With a few continuous slashes,

the Tiger's head of the Dragon Tiger Beast was first severed.

The Dragon's head roared in pain.

But in an instant, Xiao An'an kicked its Dragon's head, directly kicking the Dragon Tiger Beast downwards.

The Dragon Tiger Beast crashed against the city wall.

A large section of the city wall collapsed.

The surrounding spectators quickly fled.

Xiao An'an landed, and without any mercy, plunged a blade into the Dragon's head.

The Dragon Tiger Beast howled a few times.

Then it fell directly into a pool of blood.

As for National Master Situ in the sky, upon witnessing this scene, he and Ancestor Liuyue's battling figures slowly parted.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The Ancient Dragon Army had been slaughtered by Xu Zimei with one strike.

These soldiers were all cultivated by him, one by one his painstaking effort.

National Master Situ's eyes turned red.

He shouted, "True Martial Holy Sect, from now on, it's a fight to the death between us."

"So what?" Ancestor Liuyue asked.

National Master Situ snorted coldly.

He knew he was currently at a disadvantage, so he didn't linger in the fight and headed straight towards the Imperial Palace.

......

Xiao An'an and Ancestor Liuyue returned through the air to Xu Zimei's side.

"Ancestor, that National Master Situ is definitely going to get reinforcements," Ancestor Liuyue said.

"Their Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation still has many old geezers that haven't perished.

Indeed, they have some skills."

"No worries, let's enter the city," Xu Zimei waved his hand.

"When the time comes, we'll push our way straight to the Imperial Palace and capture their Emperor.

Hang his head at the city gate."

Xiao An'an respectfully pushed Xu Zimei towards the city gate.

As for the surrounding people, they weren't harmed.

......

When Xu Zimei and his group slowly walked in, many people held their breath in fear.

Until their figures had passed.

Many finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who are these people, such unfamiliar faces."

"That must be the Sect Master of the True Martial Holy Sect, I believe his name is Wang Hengzhi, I've seen him before."

"The one who fought with National Master Situ should be the one and only Ancestor, Ancestor Liuyue, of the True Martial Holy Sect."

"But who's the young man in the wheelchair?

They all seem to greatly respect that young man."

"Never seen him before, looks young. Could it be that the True Martial Holy Sect has allied with some great force?

To dare to challenge the Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation."

Everyone was discussing fervently, none had seen Xu Zimei before.

But they could see clearly that the group was led by Xu Zimei.

Zhao Danyang asked, "Second Grandfather, you're knowledgeable.

Do you know which ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect that is?"

Zhao Zhoutian shook his head.

He turned to Zhao Qing beside him and said, "Qing'er, I have a task for you.

You must complete it for me."

Zhao Qing nodded repeatedly.

......

As the group from the True Martial Holy Sect headed towards the palace.

Many people, though fearful.

Yet seeing them not wantonly slaughter the innocent,

curiously followed after them.

After receiving the order, Zhao Qing left.

Zhao Zhoutian, leading several others, also followed along.

Within Dragon City, it is actually divided into the Inner City and the Outer City.

The gate Xu Zimei and his group entered was the gate to the Outer City.

In this Outer City, ordinary citizens resided.

And inside, there was actually another Outer City.

This Outer City housed the homes of princes, nobles, and generals.

Truly the most prosperous area filled with imperial relatives.

Currently, as Xu Zimei and his group arrived, on the top city walls of this Inner City,

the soldiers guarding the city were on high alert.

The commanding general was stammering out, "Halt.....halt, intruders.

This is the Forbidden Land of the Imperial City, no entry allowed."

"Is Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation out of people, to have you show up," Xu Zimei laughed.

Ancestor Liuyue, looking at the thousands of soldiers above,

directly transformed into the Sky-reaching Great Tree.

Tree branches swept across the city wall.

Instantly, thousands were swept away.

Another branch struck, smashing through the massive gate of the Inner City, with his protection, the crowd had a smooth passage to reach the Imperial Palace.

This palace of the Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation was truly grand.

Golden, agate, and jade could be seen everywhere.

Dragon statues coiled around in every direction.

The Ancient Dragon seemed to be the totem of this nation.

As everyone entered the Imperial Palace, within a few hundred meters, they saw a dozen dragon-shaped statues.

Finally, in front of the Jinluan Hall.

Long Zun sat high on the Dragon Throne, already waiting for Xu Zimei and his men.

Surrounded by numerous military commanders and ministers.

Of course, these ministers were not the focus.

The only ones present of note were Long Zun and National Master Situ.

"It is a pleasure to have friends from afar," Long Zun chuckled lightly.

"But for uninvited guests like wolves, tigers, and leopards, we will not be courteous either."

"If you can speak, say more," Xu Zimei laughed.

"Lest after death, you wish to speak but cannot."

Long Zun snorted coldly, asking, "And who might you be?

In the True Martial Holy Sect, I've never seen you."

"Me? I'm the ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect," Xu Zimei laughed.

"Nonsense, in the battle back then, all the ancestors of the True Martial Holy Sect perished," Long Zun snorted coldly.

"Though I didn't participate in that battle,

I reckon your Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation back then was just a follower.

Not the main force at all.

How would you possibly know who lived or died?"

Hearing Xu Zimei's words, Long Zun's heart skipped a beat.

This was actually his concern.

He questioned like this out of fear of this possibility.

They feared nothing of the present True Martial Holy Sect.

But they did fear any surviving ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect.

Even a single ancestor could annihilate their Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation.

Long Zun knew how powerful the True Martial Holy Sect used to be.

"Words are of no use," Long Zun directly snorted coldly.

"Then let me test, see how much of the ancestors' prowess you, this ancestor, have."

Long Zun shouted softly.

He stepped off the Dragon Throne, soaring through the air, his figure like lightning, tearing through the void in front.

A punch hurled towards Xu Zimei.

The power of one punch, terrifying beyond measure.