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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.

The history of love is full of regrets. · 玄幻
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515 Chs

Chapter 313: All of You Come at Once

It was his cultivation of the Overlord King's Blazing Universe Jue.

The more domineering the cultivation technique, the more fearlessly one practiced, the greater the power they would wield.

At this moment, Xiang Qianheng stepped into the air and brought his palm down, shattering countless sword qi beneath his hand.

To him, the sword intent that filled half the firmament was negligible as his black robe billowed in the wind.

Under the strands of hair on his forehead, his eyes leaked formidable dominance.

With a cold snort, as his palm descended, a surge of crimson spiritual energy erupted around him.

Half the sky seemed to collapse under the pressure of his hand.

Spiritual energy was in turmoil, space was shattering.

Countless streams of sword intent were extinguished within it.

Feeling the power of this palm, Sword Twenty-One's countenance was stern and resolute.