I Truly Am The Villian

A single finger crushes everything.

It Burst Killed from the void.

Though it was just a finger, it was more like a pillar of Qin Tian, with the power to destroy heaven and earth.

And upon witnessing this, Witch Mountain Ancestor let out a heavy cold snort.

Behind him, True Fate Emergence appeared.

A Witch Mountain descended from the sky, the premier mountain of the Four Seas.

To imprint this True Fate,

the Witch Mountain Ancestor endured countless hardships and pains.

At this moment, Witch Mountain was solidified.

It descended like a real Witch Mountain, suppressing everything.

The legend of Witch Mountain comes from a Witch Demon.

It is said that in ancient times, a powerful Witch Demon fell between heaven and earth.

The Witch Demon lay dormant for millennia, its body never decaying.

Humans who approached it would rot instantly from the corpse's aura.

While the Monster Race revered the Witch Demon, even voluntarily guarding its corpse.

Over time, the Witch Demon's body slowly weathered into a mountain.

This is the origin of Witch Mountain.

Xu Zimei's Heaven Shaking finger collided with the descending Witch Mountain.

Before this, Witch Mountain Ancestor was full of confidence.

But the moment they touched, powerful energy swirled by.

"Boom!"

The Witch Mountain was shattered by a single finger.

Immediately after, the finger landed on Witch Mountain Ancestor's brow.

An explosion sounded, shattering the head.

The Witch Mountain Ancestor was directly annihilated on the spot.

The body fell from the void.

Witnessing this, everyone present was silent.

A Great Emperor, now easily annihilated, fell before their eyes.

And Xu Zimei grew a bit impatient.

He waved his large hand.

And slapped towards the officials and Long Zun of the Ancient Dragon Nation.

The Heaven-covering Great Palm descended from the sky.

"Boy, stop being arrogant," at this moment, loud shouts rang out.

From the voices, it could be heard that this wasn't just one or two people.

But a group of people.

Sure enough, the void tore open, and seven figures appeared in the sky.

Enveloping Xu Zimei's palm in annihilation.

Looking at these seven figures, each exuded the aura of a Great Emperor peak.

Among them, one even vaguely had the majesty of a half-step Great Saint.

These seven seemed to have cultivated the same Cultivation Technique.

With each breath, they moved as one.

Below the Imperial Palace, the gathered people began to discuss.

"It's the Dragon Seven Ancestors."

"Our Ancient Dragon Nation's Ancestors, and the strongest seven Ancestors."

Back then, the Dragon Seven Ancestors arrived here and founded the Ancient Dragon Nation.

Under the leadership of the seven, this empire thrived.

Eventually, the Dragon Seven Ancestors retired behind the scenes.

Through the efforts of generations, the Ancient Dragon Nation reached its present scale.

Moreover, among the Dragon Seven Ancestors, three are from the Cang Azure Dragon Clan.

Thus, the Ancient Dragon Nation is very closely related to the Cang Azure Dragon Clan.

Seeing the Dragon Seven Ancestors emerge, everyone's hearts relaxed.

If there truly was an enemy even the Seven Ancestors couldn't resolve.

It's feared the destruction of the Ancient Dragon Nation would be unavoidable.

Though none of the Ancestors became a Great Saint.

The Seven Ancestors joined forces and once killed a first-realm supreme-level Great Saint.

This earned them widespread renown, greatly boosting the Ancient Dragon Nation's strength.

..........

"Remnants of the True Martial Holy Sect, since we didn't wipe you out back then, today we shall root you out," the Dragon Seven Ancestors said softly.

When they spoke, it was in unison, one tone.

In sync like conjoined twins.

"I thought the Ancient Dragon Nation's trump card would be something impressive.

Seems I overestimated you," Xu Zimei shook his head in disappointment.

"A bunch of old ants.

But just right; I want to uncover some things from back then."

"You're courting death," the Dragon Seven Ancestors retorted, thoroughly enraged at Xu Zimei's remark.

The seven charged forward.

Their immense power swirled around them.

The Dragon's might soared to the skies, vast and mighty.

The seven wielded blades, swords, or fists, unleashing seven types of attacks.

Xu Zimei drew the Tyrant Shadow from behind him.

A curved Blade Intent cleaved out.

A thunderous "boom" sounded.

All seven's attacks were completely annihilated, and their figures forcibly retreated.

"Boy, no wonder you're so arrogant.

Seems you have some skills," the Dragon Seven Ancestors said nonchalantly, steadying themselves.

"With your minor talents, do you think you can judge me?" Xu Zimei laughed.

The Dragon Seven Ancestors exchanged a glance.

The seven dispersed in a dragon formation.

One formed a dragon claw, one a dragon head, one stood as a dragon tail.

The seven each played their role, ultimately forming a colossal Divine Dragon.

This was no ordinary Dragon Clan descendant.

But a formidable Nine-Clawed Heavenly Thunder Dragon.

The number of a dragon's claws shows the difference in its strength and aptitude.

Most dragons have six claws, while seven-clawed or even eight-clawed dragons are already Dragon Clan Sovereigns.

As for nine-clawed dragons.

Nine represents the ultimate number, the limit of the Dragon Clan.

To surpass nine claws is to reach the existence of a Taoist Fruit.

Thus, the Nine-clawed Thunder Dragon, in a sense, is extraordinarily powerful.

The Thunder Dragon traversed the void.

Powerful thunderbolts burst forth, seemingly to destroy the firmament.

Each and every thunderbolt.

Carried the world-destroying thunderbolts of annihilation from ancient times.

The thunderbolt was a gray color, like the hue of an apocalypse before the world shattered and the heavens crumbled.

Xu Zimei slightly raised his head.

The Thunder Dragon also looked at him, roaring continuously.

Its nine claws tore through the firmament.

One after another, torrents of thunderbolts struck towards Xu Zimei and the True Martial Holy Sect members.

Each torrent was enough to severely injure a Great Emperor expert.

The Ancestor Liu Ye and others' expressions drastically changed.

The scope of the thunder torrents was too vast, making it impossible for them to evade.

As for resisting the thunder head-on.

This was an absolute difference in strength, extremely challenging.

Everyone could only look for help towards Xu Zimei.

Yet Xu Zimei remained calm and collected.

The Spiritual Energy gathered in his right hand, forming a transparent barrier above everyone's heads.

All the thunderbolts were completely blocked by the barrier.

Xu Zimei formed seals with his right hand.

One of the ten Divine Methods, the Swastika Seal.

A Swastika-shaped mark condensed out, piercing through the void with destructive force, charging towards the Nine-clawed Thunder Dragon.

The Dragon Seven Ancestors understood the item.

At the sight of the Swastika Seal, their expressions changed drastically.

"Swastika Seal, one of the Ten Divine Methods, you're from the Beiming Family?"

With a "boom."

The only response to the Dragon Seven Ancestors was the explosion of the Swastika Seal destroying the void.

A mushroom cloud blossomed across the firmament.

In the crowd, Zhao Zhoutian led Zhao Danyang, as several of them had drastic expression changes.

Compared to others, they were most familiar with Divine Methods.

Because of their mysterious lineage.

They were also a family that possessed Divine Methods.

"How is it possible, how could the Beiming Family be helping the True Martial Holy Sect?" Zhao Zhoutian murmured to himself, repeatedly shaking his head.