I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1252: 1251: Test of the Immortal Clan

Chapter 1252: Chapter 1251: Test of the Immortal Clan

“You don’t have to say it that way; you just want me to stand on the same battle line as your Lv Clan,” Xu Zimei responded calmly.

“That is my intention, but it is also the truth,” Lv Nanyi replied.

“What does the young master mean? If you are afraid of the Immortal Clan, we can each flee for our lives.

There is still a glimmer of hope.”

“Afraid? Not exactly,” Xu Zimei shook his head and said.

“Very well, then I shall wait here for three days and see if the Immortal Clan comes.”

With that said, Xu Zimei sheathed his blade and stood up. Now, most of the King’s City had already turned into ruins.

He stood in the void, sitting cross-legged in mid-air.

Lv Nanyi did not leave either, just waited below. Although many in the King’s City were curious, they dared not approach this place.

Xu Zimei sat in the void for a whole day and night. After the luster of the setting sun had rounded once again, it enveloped him.

The void before him rippled with fluctuations.

Thɩ𝓈 𝙘h@pƚℯr 𝙞𝘴 p𝘰𝕤τꬲ𝒹 bყ Ḱ𝙞𝗍єṅο𝗏є𝙡

When Xu Zimei looked up, he saw a man in a black robe standing in front of him.

“Does your Yueyang Tower also wish to get involved?” Xu Zimei said.

Feeling the strong killing intent around the other party, his identity was self-evident.

“No, no, no, I came for the young master,” the man in black smiled and shook his head.

“Would the young master be interested in joining our Yueyang Tower?”

“No need to rush to refuse, if you are willing, you could directly become the building owner of the King’s City branch of Yueyang Tower.

As for the Immortal Clan, we will handle them for you,” the man in black promised further.

“Not interested,” Xu Zimei said flatly.

“Then I have disturbed you,” the man in black didn’t insist, and as his words fell, his figure had vanished without a trace.

Xu Zimei paid him no heed and instead looked toward the distant horizon.

A swarm of crows flew over.

This group of crows was silent and still; if observed closely, one would find their wings connected.

Their eyes did not blink, black yet carrying an eerie touch.

Xu Zimei slightly frowned, and with the Tyrant Shadow in hand, he slashed out blade intent spanning the firmament, enveloping all the crows that flew over.

When this blade intent descended, it was as if the blade Qi devoured the firmament, annihilating all the crows.

In the quiet void, not a trace of crow remains, only countless specks of dust floating visibly to the naked eye.

“Liangyi Illusion Dust Array, activate.”

Uncertain where this voice came from, but the numerous dust particles hidden in the void turned into the pattern of the Liangyi.

Rotating rapidly, with Xu Zimei at the center of the rotation.

“Forced Teleportation Array,” Xu Zimei murmured.

In the next instant, a powerful devouring force emerged from the void, swallowing him whole.

The void began transmitting. Xu Zimei knew of such formations, but he did not resist.

He just wanted to see what tricks the Immortal Clan intended to play.

His body floated adrift in the void for a long time, and this Microdust Array was like dust floating lightly in the void.

Drifting mightily along, who knew how long had passed when Xu Zimei felt a sense of weightlessness, and he fell from the void.

As soon as he appeared, he beheld the surrounding scene.

Dozens of elderly men with gray hair and beards were sitting around him in a circle.

The place where he landed happened to be a mountain.

Seeing this mountain, Xu Zimei’s gaze sharpened, and he faintly uttered two words.

“Cang Shan.”

Previously, the True Fate of the Immortal Emperor was Cang Shan, but that was just a True Fate, and now beneath his feet was the real Cang Shan.

This must be the headquarters of the Immortal Clan.

With feet on Cang Shan, desolate and barren, and all around, these elders, one by one, carried intense auras, sitting cross-legged as if performing some ritual.

“Are you the one who killed the immortal?” spoke one of the elders.

“Are these all the people of the Immortal Clan?” Xu Zimei glanced around and asked.

“Such arrogance,” one of the elders snorted coldly.

When the imposing aura of these dozens of elders erupted, they were indeed all existences of Great Emperor level.

In one clan, having dozens of Great Emperors is not an exaggeration, but when these forces gather together, it truly strikes fear.

Dozens of emperor auras surged forth, like a fierce storm, making it hard even to breathe.

Xu Zimei snorted lightly, the Tyrant Shadow in his hand surging with the Wishes of All Beings, his blade intent soaring to the sky, forcibly tearing open a rift.

“Slash,” he roared in anger.

The blade intent burst forth, sweeping across Cang Shan, falling towards the crowd.

A single elder stretched out their right hand, an arm tens of meters long, and with a flick, they annihilated the blade intent in their palm.

One palm came down, transforming into countless palm prints, palm winds blew, annihilating half the firmament, rushing towards Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei held the Tyrant Shadow horizontally in front of him, blocking the palm winds with the blade, but the immense power still sent him flying in the void.

“Lock,” the other elders shouted in unison.

Their voices, movements, even expressions, were identical, as if no amount of training could achieve such uniformity.

Each stretched out their right hand, from the fingertips entwined a gray gas.

These gases spread in the void, eventually forming chains, all binding towards Xu Zimei.

With so many Great Emperors at once, the pressure on Xu Zimei could be imagined, not to mention some had higher realms as Heaven Venerables.

Watching countless chains wrapping around, the blade intent within Xu Zimei’s body spun wildly.

The small blade condensed by Sage Lv emerged slowly, floating before Xu Zimei.

He gently put his palms together, enclosing the small blade.

“Eight-direction Heaven-splitting,” a voice slightly tinged with madness shouted from his throat, and the blade intent went equally mad.

Like demons and monsters dancing in chaos, the blade intent like a sea, revealing world-destroying majesty.

The so-called Eight Directions represents the eight aspects of the Bagua, like a circle, covering every nook and corner of this world.

As the blade intent erupted, it spread from Xu Zimei as the core, extending in all directions.

That grand Heaven-splitting blade intent was indeed like an invincible force, slashing through everything, pushing through everything.

The surrounding elders all showed a slight change in expression, and one shouted, “Quick, get out of the way.”

Their cross-legged figures in the void all turned panicked, retreating hastily backward, each vanishing into the space, miles away in a step.

When the Heaven-splitting blade intent dissipated, Xu Zimei raised his head, seeing the sky truly split, a black crack slowly healing.

The ground opened a bottomless abyss.

And everything around had been annihilated into silence.

The Heaven-splitting small blade retracted. When Xu Zimei looked up, those elders returned again.

After all, they were Great Emperors, killing them so easily was impossible.

Yet these elders now lacked the will to continue battling, and one of them said, “You passed the test, the ancestor wants to see you.”