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I Truly Am The Villian

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

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Chapter 47 Subduing Ren Pingsheng

"Kid, hand over all the healing pills you have," Ren Pingsheng said to them, his aura of the Empty Vein Realm enveloping him.

"Descendant of the Sun Devouring Emperor, you truly disgrace your ancestors," Xu Zimei said with a smile, not the least bit nervous. "To think a Great Emperor's descendant has fallen to such a state, it's quite pitiful."

Ren Pingsheng let out a cold snort as spiritual energy surged even more violently around him, and a huge hand made of spiritual energy reached out toward Xu Zimei and his companions.

"If you dare to touch us, we are disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect," Xiao Guizi shouted from the side. "My father is an Inner Sect Elder of the True Martial Holy Sect."

Ren Pingsheng's brows furrowed, and the spiritual energy hand halted; he didn't fear ordinary Holy Sect disciples—killing them was just killing them. The True Martial Holy Sect had so many disciples, it was impossible to pay attention to them all.