I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1090 - 1089: The Story of the Twelve Witch Demon Kings
Chapter 1090 -1089: The Story of the Twelve Witch Demon Kings
This is a world buried by sand and wind.
The sky is filled with yellow earth, covering everything in its reach.
Waves of sand accumulate into storms, rampaging across the land like dust devils.
This is a time of gloom.
Suddenly, in this empty world incapable of sustaining life, the sound of footsteps arises.
It’s a man holding an Imperial Sword and dressed in a yellow robe.
He comes from the distant edge of the sky, step by step, breaking through the firmament to this place.
“Emperor Ming,” Xu Zimei said.
“Just keep watching,” the Witch Demon said with a smile.
……
The man arrives at this place, gazing into the distance at the sand filling the sky.
The ground begins to shake, and Witch Demons emerge from underneath, immediately launching an attack.
The man’s gaze is indifferent, holding the Imperial Sword, his Sword Intent shaking the void, his black hair like dense ink.
With one sword strike, all beings fall into silence.
Footsteps sound once again; the man continues forward.
Eventually, he stops in front of a statue.
The statue crumbles, revealing a huge monster inside.
The monster raises its head, drawing the image of a woman in front of it, and then with a swipe of its paw, the image shatters instantly.
The man’s visage shows a hint of anger, and he draws the Imperial Sword, stepping into the void to slay.
The imperial might sweeps across heaven and earth, instantly like collapsing mountains and seas, destroying the sky and earth.
The monster falls before him.
But before the monster’s body dissipates, it turns into a cloud of black mist and merges into the man’s body.
The man grunts, then continues onward.
On his journey, he encounters more and more monsters.
But the imperial might is vast, and the Imperial Sword is like the reaper’s scythe in his hand, reaping lives, one after another, falling before him.
Yet after every monster dies, it turns into black qi that merges into his body.
Eventually, when the last monster dies before him, the man’s body is nearly shattered to pieces.
His eyes are pitch-black, and from his broken body surface, strands of black qi are also emerging.
In front of the man lies a very long and high set of stairs.
He leans on the Imperial Sword, climbing the stairs step by step.
Finally, reaching the last step, he sees what’s above.
There is a stone platform there.
A woman lies atop it.
She looks very ordinary, but this man who has killed innumerable beings carefully approaches her, gently stroking her face.
The woman is asleep, the man sheds two lines of burning hot tears.
This is the first time he speaks.
“If you were to die, then my life would also end.
But if I were to die, your life would still be long and beautiful.”
The woman’s figure turns into a beam of light and disappears, while the man holding the Imperial Sword kneels on the ground.
Enduring a world of pain.
That kind of pain near death yet struggling in vain to die.
Until at last, the man’s figure is completely shrouded by the darkness of annihilation.
……
The scene before him begins to disappear.
Fading away bit by bit, and Xu Zimei’s figure also returns to the smaller world from before.
“As for Emperor Ming’s ending,” he muttered to himself.
“Even a Great Emperor cannot escape the troubles of the human world,” the Witch Demon said with a laugh.
“So his ending was already destined.”
“You speak as though you Witch Demons can transcend everything and be detached,” Xu Zimei retorted.
“I too have desires, but I do not let these lowly matters trouble me,” the Witch Demon said with a laugh.
He stretches out his hand, and a path is opened in the void before him.
A pathway to the outside world emerges.
“Leave here, and the outside is the Tuocang Domain,” said the Witch Demon.
“I wish you all the best.”
Xu Zimei walked up to the entrance of the channel, but he did not enter. Instead, he slowly extended his hand and touched the void in front of him.
Suddenly, he turned his head and asked, “What is a Witch Demon?”
Upon hearing this, the Witch Demon in front of him was taken aback, seemingly unable to answer for a moment.
“There are thousands of races in this world, the human race, Divine Race, Immortal Race, including the Monster Race, but does the Witch Demon really count as one race?” Xu Zimei asked.
“It’s better for you not to ask so much, it’s not good for you,” the Witch Demon in front of him replied.
“I just need an answer,” Xu Zimei said earnestly.
“What answer?” the Witch Demon asked.
“You should know,” Xu Zimei replied.
“I don’t know, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you anything.”
“Then I can only beat you into submission with my fists,” Xu Zimei said lightly.
“I won’t fight with you,” the Witch Demon shook his head.
His figure disappeared into the void and vanished from sight.
Only one sentence was left behind.
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“If you want to come, the end will be the same as Emperor Ming’s; even the Great Emperors are not immortal and indestructible.”
……
“Bai Meng, do you think my intuition is right?” Xu Zimei said with a smile.
“Since the master has this idea, going to see for yourself will help understand many things,” Bai Meng replied.
“Witch Demon, those indeed are two ironic words,” Xu Zimei muttered to himself.
He walked towards the outside world.
The aura of these Witch Demons struck him, but Xu Zimei was unaffected and walked out in peace.
The outside world began to whip up yellow sand.
A large road covered in yellow sand appeared before Xu Zimei.
Looking up, the road was surrounded by white bones.
Some lay across the middle of the road; others were already half buried by the sand.
It was clearly visible that numerous skeletons had fallen on this road, the number of dead creatures unknown.
Xu Zimei paid no attention to these and slowly drew Tyrant Shadow from behind him.
He took steps towards what lied ahead.
With each step, a suppressive force descended upon the empty space before him.
Tenfold, twentyfold, the pressure began to mount.
He threw a punch, and the firmament above shattered completely.
Suddenly, statues of a dozen Witch Demons fell from above.
“Twelve Demon Kings stand guard here, all who come must halt,” a vast voice spread all around.
“Retreat a hundred miles away, and you can leave safely.”
“Save your breath, if it’s a fight you want, come at me directly,” Xu Zimei said indifferently.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand erupted with a Heaven Shaking blade light.
Imperial might surged powerfully.
With one strike of Tyrant Shadow, the heavens and earth collapsed, obliterating the twelve Witch Demon Kings beneath it.
Only to see the piercing gazes of the twelve Witch Demon Kings, as they flicked their fingers, black nets fell from the emptiness above.
Directly covering the entire sky.
No matter how Xu Zimei dodged, he could not escape the confines of the net.
These twelve Witch Demon Kings seemed not to want to harm him, but simply to trap him within.
“One of the ten great Divine Methods, the Swastika,” Xu Zimei swung his right hand.
A swastika-shaped mark illuminated the heavens, tearing the black net apart.
“Rumble!”
The entire sky roared in fury, and as Tyrant Shadow descended, the statues of the twelve Witch Demon Kings instantly turned to fragments.
Scattered about the ground.
Just as Xu Zimei wanted to continue forward, a colossal hand suddenly came down.
“Enough, you should go and fulfill your mission,” a light shouting voice resonated along with the descending hand.
Xu Zimei was suppressed on the spot.
