I’m Really a Villain - Chapter 1291: Old Demon Wei, Wang Yin Formation

“I have nothing to worry about, anyway, I have no enemies here,” Xu Zimei said with a carefree smile.

“But what about you? Aren’t you afraid of being recognized?”

“What do I have to fear? It’s death anyway,” Wu Zhaodi said unnaturally.

“But haven’t you avenged your enemies yet?” Xu Zimei asked.

“To be serious, are you just going to surrender like this?” Wu Zhaodi asked.

“If you want to leave, I can help you escape. However, I want to meet the Monarch of the Heavenly Dragon Empire,” Xu Zimei nodded.

“Who’s going to flee? Let’s meet him. It’s nothing but the Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor,” Wu Zhaodi forced a statement.

“Don’t worry, with me here, you won’t have any trouble,” Xu Zimei shook his head and laughed lightly.

The group proceeded along the main road, and that afternoon, the weather gradually darkened, with what seemed to be a breeze rising in the sky.

In this wind, there was a mix of sand and mud.

“Why is the sky getting darker?” a person in a blue robe muttered.

“Yes, there was clearly light just now.”

A few blue-robed people murmured to themselves, Ge Changyun frowned slightly, waved his hand, and said, “Everyone, stop.”

“What’s wrong, Grand Tutor?” someone asked.

Thı𝐬 𝖼hӑpṯℯr 𝗂𝑠 p𝖔𝐬𝙩𝖾𝗱 b𝕪 𝘬𝕀ţҽṉ𝖔ѵ𝓮𝐥

“Didn’t you notice something strange?” Ge Changyun asked.

“What’s strange?”

“The weather,” Ge Changyun pointed upward and then began to ponder.

“It’s a formation,” Xu Zimei said to Wu Zhaodi from the side.

This formation was extremely subtle, perfectly blending with the entire world.

Of course, Xu Zimei’s senses instantly detected it; actually, everyone had been lost in this formation for a while.

“If we keep heading down this road, we’ll reach Heavenly Dragon City, right?” Ge Changyun asked the person next to him.

“Yes,” that person nodded.

“Then keep going,” Ge Changyun instructed.

This time, however, he didn’t just advance with his head down but slowed down and observed the surroundings.

“Something’s wrong,” Ge Changyun stopped everyone again after advancing for a while.

“We’ve been going in circles. Didn’t you notice?”

Upon realizing this, Ge Changyun began to survey the surroundings, shouting loudly, “I don’t know which friend is here; please show yourself.”

The voice echoed in the empty void, but no one responded.

“It seems the other party wants to trap us,” the blue-robed person beside him said.

“Then break this formation,” Ge Changyun snorted coldly.

Around him, the might of an Immortal King surged, as it turned out, this Grand Tutor Ge Changyun was a true Immortal King.

But it was logical; if Wu Zhaodi, with her Divine Vein Realm cultivation, could be caught by the other party, they must be much stronger.

The Immortal Might surged, transforming into countless feathers in the sky.

The profound meaning he comprehended was wind.

The endless sandstorm was just right for his use, swirling constantly around Ge Changyun.

“Gale Tear,” Ge Changyun called out softly.

With a wave of his right hand, the violent wind between heaven and earth constantly tore through, uprooting large trees along the way.

The fierce horses were frightened and lay prostrate on the ground, and the yellow sand almost blinded their eyes.

The power of the storm tore constantly in one direction, shattering the void, unleashing countless chaotic space currents.

And these chaotic space currents increased, tearing the void wider and wider.

“Break,” Ge Changyun shouted again.

Just as the void shattered, a longsword of ice condensed and stabbed from a distance.

“I knew you wouldn’t just stand by and watch me destroy the formation,” Ge Changyun sneered.

His left hand directly slammed out, the powerful palm wind breaking the void layer by layer.

“People from the Vast State, hiding and sneaking, what are you, mice?” Ge Changyun mocked.

“Lord Ge has quite a temper,” a voice within the void chuckled.

Suddenly a short figure, only 1.5 meters tall, emerged.

“Wang Yin, it’s you,” Ge Changyun said solemnly.

“When did you start working for the Vast State?”

“How do you know I’m representing the Vast State?” the short old man called Wang Yin laughed.

“Apart from the Vast State, who else would dare compete with our Heavenly Dragon for the inheritance here?”

“Smart,” Wang Yin laughed.

“I don’t want to be your enemy either, but there’s no choice. They offered too much.”

“Dismiss this formation and let us go, I’ll let bygones be bygones,” Ge Changyun replied.

“No,” Wang Yin shook his head, smiling.

“The people of the Vast State will arrive soon, my job is to stall you.”

“Besides, since I accepted their deal, the contract spirit must be upheld.”

“Then stop wasting words,” Ge Changyun snorted coldly.

The mad wind came from his hand, and he moved with the wind, his figure gliding like a great bird.

The wind, like water, can carry a boat or overturn it.

The mad wind split into countless blades, attacking Wang Yin.

However, Wang Yin’s figure flashed, and in the next moment, he had teleported from the north gate to the winter side.

“Grand Tutor Ge, it’s useless,” Wang Yin chuckled.

“Outside, you can fight me, but in this formation, what can you do to me?”

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The sky turned dark with the swirling sandstorm, countless wind blades shattering time and space.

But to no avail, because unless the formation’s eye was found, it could not be broken with both parties’ equally matched forces.

“It’s no use, I’d advise you to save your strength for the Vast State’s people,” Wang Yin laughed.

“Wang Yin, you think our Heavenly Dragon Empire doesn’t have a backup plan?” Ge Changyun’s previously grave expression suddenly relaxed, and he said with a smile.

“What do you mean?” Wang Yin replied.

“What? Trying to scare me at this point?”

“Judging by the time, it should be about right,” Ge Changyun mumbled to himself.

“What do you mean ‘about right’?” Wang Yin asked.

But as he finished speaking, the whole world suddenly shook.

The surroundings began to wobble, the sky spinning.

Wang Yin was horrified, someone was attacking the formation from outside.

Before he could take further action, there was a ‘bang’ explosion, the powerful force actually punctured a hole through the formation.

Wang Yin, trembling in fear, watched as a figure in a black robe walked slowly through the broken hole.

He was a young man, with two horns on his head, pale face, and his lips and eyes were black-purple.

His hair, however, was relatively reddish.

He appeared extremely unruly, flaunting and arrogant.

“The Prime Minister of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, Old Demon Wei?” Wang Yin asked uncertainly.

“Oh, when did I become so famous?” the newcomer laughed aloud.

He held something like a toothpick in his hand, picking his teeth, and said disdainfully.

“You have quite the nerve, making me come here in person. Do you know the consequences?”