I'm Really a Villain-Chapter 1193: Kill, Break Spear of Three People

"What’s the matter?” Feng Buxiu asked.

"Coming to the Nine Ghosts Academy for a duel, you’ve only brought one person?” Wu Daozi remarked.

"One person can fend off thousands of troops. Brother Wu, why not defeat him first before saying more?” Feng Buxiu replied.

"Feng Brother, you sure talk big,” Wu Daozi said with a mocking laugh.

He turned to Ye Mi and said indifferently, “Where are the Nine Ghosts?”

Ye Mi lightly clapped his hands, and suddenly, eight mighty presences erupted from around the Heaven-reaching Willow.

These eight individuals had been prepared within the Heaven-reaching Willow in advance.

Among the eight, there were men and women, but all of them without exception radiated the domineering aura of Emperors.

Their immense energies seemed faintly interconnected, as if prepared to suppress the entirety of the firmament.

The eight moved with their robes flowing, donned in gray long robes uniquely tailored to the Nine Ghosts.

Ripples spread continuously in the surrounding void.

Wu Daozi glanced around and frowned slightly, asking, “Where is Xuan Quan?”

Ye Mi shook his head in surprise. Clearly, the Nine Ghosts had been informed, so why were there only eight now?

"Chong Ming, what’s going on?” Ye Mi asked coolly, looking at a young man among the eight.

"Xuan Quan said he had some personal affairs to deal with and will be back soon,” the youth named Chong Ming replied with a light smile.

"He can go to the Enforcement Hall for punishment later. What personal affairs could be important enough to neglect our distinguished guest?” Ye Mi said coldly.

After Ye Mi finished, Wu Daozi turned to Feng Buxiu and laughed, “Eight will do then. It’s still better than one person from your academy.”

Feng Buxiu chuckled lightly and said, “Hong Yu, go ahead and have a try.

Dean Wu seems to be complaining about us.”

The youth named Hong Yu yawned, looking somewhat lethargic, and walked toward the center of the arena.

The Heaven-reaching Willow instantly parted, creating a path for him to enter.

"Which of you will come forward?” Hong Yu squinted slightly, gazing at the eight above him, and asked.

"Together, perhaps?”

At these words, the gazes of the eight sharpened, their expressions slightly grim.

For Talented Disciples of the same rank, these words carried an edge of mockery, even condescension.

The youth named Chong Ming took a step forward into the air and said calmly, “I’ll go.”

"What’s wrong with that guy?” Xie Changliu asked in puzzlement, looking at the masked man ahead.

Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

Previously, he’d thought this man had fled mid-battle because his appearance was unpresentable.

But now, after chasing for a bit, he noticed something strange.

The masked man’s body was shrinking bit by bit.

To be precise, he was transforming from an adult into a child.

This was something Xu Zimei had never encountered before.

"I’ll restrain him,” Xie Changliu said decisively.

He formed seals with his hands, and the floating sword before him instantly expanded to several dozen times its size.

The colossal blade carried celestial Sword Intent, shattering the void as it turned into a beam of light and sped toward the masked man’s path.

With a deafening “boom,” the gigantic sword broke through the void, blocking the masked man’s way forward.

The masked man turned and attempted to flee in another direction, only to be intercepted by Xu Zimei and Xie Changliu.

"Why leave in such a hurry?” Xu Zimei asked with a smirk.

"Move aside,” the masked man said irritably, shielding his sides.

The fluctuation of power around him intensified, as if threatening to annihilate the entire void.

"Kill,” Xu Zimei said with narrowed eyes, drawing the Tyrant Shadow and stepping forward for the strike.

The masked man countered with his sword, but his strength ultimately fell short.

With one slash, the firmament shattered at dawn.

Boundless, consuming forces surged outward.

The masked man’s body plummeted downward, and Xu Zimei relentlessly pursued, closing in.

Using the Finger of Heaven-Swallowing Creation, one of the Ten Divine Methods, he unleashed its annihilating force.

One finger obliterated Yin and Yang, dividing the dusk from dawn.

The essence of Creation entwined and struck the masked man’s abdomen.

The masked man spat a mouthful of blood, his entire figure fluttering downward like a broken kite.

With another resounding crash, several houses below crumbled.

Before Xu Zimei could act further, a blood-colored aura erupted from the ruins.

"Boom-boom-boom,” the sound of constant explosions reverberated.

A child slowly stood up amid the rubble, his crimson eyes glowing like a demonic god’s.

Countless cracks marred his face, making his head seem moments away from shattering.

"Oh, scary,” Xu Zimei said with a smirk.

"I wonder if he’ll turn into a baby next.”

The transformed child roared furiously, his voice hoarse and echoing.

Leaping hundreds of meters into the air, he resembled a massive humanoid beast, his hands turning into claws aimed directly at Xu Zimei.

Tyrant Shadow clashed with the claws, revealing an unexpected hardness.

Countless sparks scattered.

"This guy is burning Emperor’s Blood,” Xie Changliu remarked with surprise.

Emperor’s Blood was one of the most precious possessions of a Great Emperor.

This reckless act made clear he was staking everything, as restoring Emperor’s Blood was nearly impossible.

"Good, come at me!” Xu Zimei exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

The aura of Divine Passage resonated around him. Gripping Tyrant Shadow, golden energy entwined with Demonic Qi.

Its blade radiated unparalleled sharpness.

Xu Zimei’s blade was fast, and the child’s claws just as swift.

Their battle in the void lasted several rounds, the trajectories of blade and claws almost impossible to track with the flesh eye.

Above, the firmament remained torn apart, showing no signs of mending.

Even Xie Changliu nearby couldn’t intervene.

Growing impatient, Xu Zimei waved his hand.

Invoking the Earth Demon Technique from the Demonic Ten Skills, disaster descended upon all.

With a gesture, lightning flashed and thunder roared across the firmament, shrouded in dense storm clouds. Strikes of gray thunderbolts flickered menacingly.

Another wave of his hand unleashed a raging tornado.

The thunderbolts churned within the furious winds, seemingly flipping heaven itself upside down.

The tornado targeted the child with immense suction power, pulling him into its spinning vortex within the void.

Strikes of thunder rained down, tearing apart his flesh.

The child roared incessantly, his cries blending fury and pain.

Suddenly, he steadied himself, and behind him, a scorching Lie Yang slowly rose.

When Lie Yang ascended, the void completely dissolved.

Xu Zimei raised Tyrant Shadow high, as boundless Power of Vows coiled around the blade.

The energy within reached its peak.

"Kill!” Xu Zimei roared.

Wielding Tyrant Shadow, he tore through countless voids, colliding with the blazing Lie Yang.

A cataclysmic explosion, greater than anything heard before, shook heaven and earth as the blade shattered the fiery Lie Yang, slicing into the child’s body.

Inside the Willow Fluff Space,

With Hong Yu’s final punch, the third of the Nine Ghosts fell before him.

In a short span, three members of the Nine Ghosts had already been defeated by him.

Looking at the remaining five, he said, “If you five can’t manage alone, why not come at me together? Otherwise, I feel lackluster.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the firmament above suddenly fractured.

A scorching Lie Yang and a heaven-rending blade radiance simultaneously exploded.