The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 268: Exposed?

Mu Qianshang stared. "Brother Tianlei…?"

A lump of charred flesh slipped off her shoulder. She didn't move. Just trembled. Her lips parted like she might cry.

But she didn't.

"You… you killed him…"

Su Xiaobai turned the large hammer in his grip. "Mm. Yes."

"He was my brother!"

He gave her a look of mild confusion. "And?"

"You… demon-hearted lunatic!" Mu Qianshang's eyes were bloodshot, lips curled with fury.

Thunder sparked across her shoulders as she stared at Su Xiaobai's back, calm, detached, as if he hadn't just turned her brother into thunder-flavored paste.

He didn't even look at her.

Maybe he was ignoring her.

Maybe he didn't consider her worthy.

Or maybe… he really thought she was just an extra with meat.

But she moved.

She gripped the Ninefold Thunderstaff of Violet Resentment, a relic forged from a thunder pomegranate tree struck by divine lightning nine times. Her energy surged, lightning cloaked her body like a violet phoenix ready to weep vengeance.

"Violet Serpent Heaven-Piercing Spear!"

She hurled the staff.

It howled midair, morphing into a coiling spirit snake made of pure resentment thunder, its fangs spitting sparks as it tore through with enough force to rupture a whale.

"Roar!"

The serpent spiraled toward Su Xiaobai's back.

"Careful—!"

Ranran's warning rang out like a rare flute swallowed by panic.

Too late.

PUCHI!

The serpent struck, fangs plunging through Su Xiaobai's spine and bursting out his chest like a blooming lotus of blood and pain.

Drip… drip…

He stood there.

Frozen.

Still.

Blood trailing down the golden shaft of the staff like melted cinnabar, pooling at his feet as moonlight shone off the gaping wound.

"Shi Tian!?" Long Yushen's voice cracked like a junior sect disciple watching their first execution.

Wen Luli gasped, one hand over her mouth.

Zhou Ping, coward to the bone, actually sighed in relief.

Su Yiran froze, unable to process how the hell someone snuck a kill past Su Xiaobai's omniscient bastard awareness.

Mu Qianshang stared.

She hadn't expected it to land.

She certainly didn't expect to win.

"I… I got him?" she whispered.

"Heh."

That sound again.

Su Xiaobai raised his head... Slowly.

Turned, eyes still calm, even as a spear-sized hole gaped through his torso.

"Hm...? This is a fine artifact…" he said, glancing at the serpent still hissing inside him. "What's it called again? 'Spear of Heaven's Mild Annoyance?'"

He gripped the shaft.

Shua! Squelch..!

And pulled it out.

Zhou Ping took a step back.

"What… am I witnessing? That should've bisected his core!"

Mu Qianshang took a step back, face pale.

"I hit his heart! I felt it!"

Su Xiaobai smiled faintly.

"Hearts are for people who trust others."

"Seven Moves of Judgement; Fourth Stage— Tempestous Spear Strike!"

Whoosh.

He threw the golden staff back.

But not gently.

This time, the Roaring Serpent Piercer screamed louder, its coils denser, and its soul re-infused with killing intent. It flew like karma with a grudge.

"Eh…?"

Mu Qianshang barely blinked.

BANG!

It impaled her straight through the chest, skewered her to a crimson-willow tree, and let her body sag like an offering to the heavens.

"H-How…?"

She coughed blood.

Her dantian shattered, even the thunder around her dissipated like mist ashamed to stay.

Su Xiaobai raised a brow, hammer still resting on his shoulder like a farmer debating which melon to smash next.

"From 'Heir of Thunder' to 'Hanger Decoration.' Tragic arc."

Then, he turned.

Toward the smoldering crater where Mu Tianlei's corpse had started twitching.

Flesh squelched, bones cracked, and a talisman glowed—a Heaven-Defying Hundred-Corpse Rebirth Seal.

One of those cheats again…

Su Xiaobai spat out a bit of blood and adjusted his grip.

"Rebirth Technique, huh?"

"Try Rebirth This—!"

SEVEN MOVE OF JUDGMENT—CELESTIAL HAMMERFALL!

BOOM!

The hammer descended with stellar qi, each strike echoing like a forgotten war drum.

Flesh reassembled.

He shattered it.

Blood swirled.

He smeared it.

Again.

And again.

"Stay."

BANG.

"Dead."

BANG.

"Damn."

BANG.

"Zombie sausage."

The Hundred-Corpse Talisman flickered violently, clearly screaming I give up in talisman language.

The crater deepened, charred remains evaporated mid-formation.

The forest filled with the scent of roasted spiritual marrow.

"Ugh!" Wen Luli turned green and vomited onto a glowing herb.

Bang! Zhou Ping nearly passed out.

Even Long Yushen stepped back, muttering something about "bad feng shui."

And Su Xiaobai?

Still bleeding.

The wound in his chest glowing, moonlight wrapped around it, silk-thin threads mending muscle and knitting skin like celestial tailorwork. He was healing, slowly, too slowly.

"Is… he drinking moonlight?" Zhou Ping whispered, pale.

"No…" Long Yushen muttered. "That's not enough to stitch his severed veins… and his heart…"

Little did Long Yushen know—Su Xiaobai was no longer bound by mortal rules like "dying."

At this point, he was basically undead with benefits.

His body, tempered by his Demonic Devourer Bloodline, filled with Immortal vitality—capable of knitting flesh, muscle, and bone faster than most cultivators could blink.

Wounds?

Merely suggestions.

His veins were already infused with Godslayer Arts, allowing him to draw Stellar Qi directly from celestial bodies like the moon, weaving it through his veins like divine thread.

And his heart?

That wasn't even a heart anymore.

It had long since been replaced, forged anew during his breakthrough into the Earthly Rebirth Realm—a Dragonheart, cold and furious, each beat echoing like a war drum of the heavens.

As long as the stars burned…

So would he.

At the foot of the tree, Mu Qianshang coughed one last time, her lips quivering.

And Su Xiaobai looked down at her, tired. Bloody, unamused.

"One sibling down… the other used as fertilizer."

Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue, like a chef unimpressed with the quality of meat he just flambéed.

Then he turned his gaze toward the rest.

"Anyone else want to throw your family heirlooms at me?" he asked, voice as casual as if discussing the weather, if the weather included hammer-murders and sky-shattering lightning.

His body trembled slightly, not from pain, but from the sheer thrill. His hands quivered with joy, as the residual energy of the Third and Fourth Stages of the [Seven Moves of Judgment] still thumped through his meridians.

He never expected them to be so... absurdly effective.

It was one thing to cultivate them in theory.

Another to watch people explode from them.

His excited eyes swept across the battlefield.

Long Yushen, pretending he'd seen a squirrel.

Wen Luli, suddenly fascinated by her shoes.

Zhou Ping, visibly calculating the value of just leaving.

Then his attention locked onto the broken figure of Long Lian—collapsed in the dirt like a discarded porcelain doll, her forehead pressed to the ground, her whole world shattered in silence.

Su Xiaobai approached slowly.

His boots crunched against scorched earth and cracked bones. He crouched beside her, eyes gleaming with unreadable intent.

"Where is Sun Lingxi?"

His voice was soft.

Too soft.

Then... he grabbed her chin, forcing her pale, trembling face upward.

Her once-proud eyes, those lake-like pools of noble arrogance, were hollow, trembling, a reflection of a soul kicked off its pedestal.

"A-Are… you… Su—"

"Shhh."