I'm Really a Villain-Chapter 1302: Martial Spirit Ancestor, Eight-direction Heaven-splitting
The great wind rises, clouds billow high.
Old Cang’s figure slowly appeared amidst the descending mad wind.
"I’ll let you make three moves, to avoid saying I’m bullying you.”
Xu Zimei raised his head, looking at the silhouette of the speaker.
The elder’s hair was tied with a braid on top of his head, resembling the traditional queue of ancient people, giving a scholarly feel.
He wore a blue Confucian robe, embroidered with patterns incomprehensible, his eyes steady.
His nose was flattened, lips dry and cracked.
As he walked over, the Great Saint’s imposing presence from him was released indiscriminately.
Powerful forces surged out incessantly.
Like mountains crashing and seas overturning, relentlessly suppressing Xu Zimei, as if showcasing his might.
"Boy, don’t say I’m not giving you the chance to attack,” the elder said.
"I’ll let you make three moves, I won’t attack actively.”
"Who are you?” Xu Zimei asked directly.
"He is one of the three Great Saints of Haotian Sect, Martial Spirit Ancestor,” Wu Zhaodi hurriedly introduced.
"The three strongest of Haotian Sect are this Martial Spirit Ancestor, Arrogant, and the First Swordsman of the world, Qi Haoran.”
"The first realm of the Great Saint, Supreme,” Xu Zimei perceived the opponent’s power and reached a conclusion.
He had heard Bai Meng talk about the five realms of the Great Saint before.
This elder should only be in the first realm, Supreme.
Yet even the first realm cannot be matched by a Great Emperor.
"Among the three ancestors of Haotian, this Martial Spirit Ancestor and Arrogant should both be Supreme,” Wu Zhaodi said.
"I heard from others, only Qi Haoran’s realm remains a mystery.
He was already Eternal a hundred thousand years ago, who knows what level he’s reached now.”
"No matter,” Xu Zimei waved his hand, smiling.
He looked at Martial Spirit Ancestor, laughed, and said: “You sure you’ll let me make three moves?”
"When has an old man like me ever gone back on my words,” Martial Spirit Ancestor said.
"I won’t make it hard for you, if you lose, just leave the Legacy Token and walk away.”
"I won’t lose,” Xu Zimei shook his head, saying.
He waved his hand, Tyrant Shadow unsheathed itself from behind, emanating a myriad of blade intents.
Xu Zimei didn’t perform extra movements, stepping forward directly.
Tyrant Shadow’s blade intent stirred in the palm, unleashing powerful blade force continuously.
He raised Tyrant Shadow high, slashing fiercely towards Martial Spirit Ancestor.
"The blade is good, the blade intent is decent, but it’s still not enough,” Martial Spirit Ancestor commented as a senior.
He crossed his arms, clearly unconcerned.
When the blade intent fell from above, he slowly raised his right hand, and within the palm was the Wind Principle.
Wisps of gentle breeze surrounded the palm.
Xu Zimei also noticed there were many in Haotian Sect practicing the Wind Principle or Profound Meaning.
It occupied a majority.
When the right hand lifted and clashed with Tyrant Shadow, Martial Spirit Ancestor remained calm, casually saying: “One move.”
Xu Zimei narrowed his eyes, he didn’t withdraw the blade, instead, the Power of Vows erupted.
Martial Spirit Ancestor’s strength lies in his understanding of force diffusion.
Using the power of wind, neutralizing his blade intent.
Thus he could remain unmoved.
When the Power of Vows erupted, Tyrant Shadow’s blade intent intensified several levels.
Executing the Way of Inquiry, Blade Commands the Firmament, Reverse Samsara.
Dense cracks appeared across the entire void.
However, Martial Spirit Ancestor remained unhurried, Wind Principle pervaded the palm, grabbing again.
Seeing the two collide, around Xu Zimei, the Wind Principle also erupted forth.
"Power of Laws?” Martial Spirit Ancestor exclaimed in surprise.
Getting caught off guard by Xu Zimei’s move, his figure hurriedly dodged, but Tyrant Shadow had already fallen.
His hand was directly severed.
Martial Spirit Ancestor’s figure completely withdrew.
"How was this move then?” Xu Zimei rested the broad blade, chuckling lightly.
"Underestimated you,” Martial Spirit Ancestor said.
"But how could a Great Emperor possess Power of Laws?”
"Is cultivating laws that difficult?” Xu Zimei replied.
"It’s nearly impossible,” Martial Spirit Ancestor outright said.
"What you can’t do isn’t impossible, you’re just trash yourself,” Xu Zimei retorted mercilessly.
"Enough, capture you, slowly interrogate,” Martial Spirit Ancestor said directly.
Previously, his goal was merely the Legacy Token, now there is another.
Imagine achieving Profound Meaning at the Emperor Realm, wouldn’t that mean invincibility in the same realm.
"Tiger-Crane Dual Form,” martial Spirit Ancestor roared, lunging towards Xu Zimei.
This time he held nothing back, steps as a crane, aloof and solitary, figure like a tiger, fierce beyond measure.
He mimicked with remarkable likeness, one could even say, at this moment he was like those animals.
"Be careful, this Martial Spirit Ancestor enters Taoism through martial arts, observes all beings, integrates them into his own Tao,” Wu Zhaodi reminded from the side.
Clearly, he had some understanding.
Xu Zimei watched closely, Martial Spirit Ancestor moved rapidly, practicing Wind Principle made speed amazing.
With a crane cry, he appeared next to Xu Zimei.
Then followed by a tiger roar, faintly the phantom of a tiger materialized behind, it lunged directly.
Xu Zimei placed Tyrant Shadow in front, with a “boom” sound, as enormous force struck.
Tyrant Shadow’s blade constantly vibrated, Xu Zimei’s hands felt slightly numb.
"Dragon Seizing Hand,” Martial Spirit Ancestor softly called out again.
Dragon’s roar resounded like a mental shockwave, making Xu Zimei’s head buzz loudly.
The claws, like dragon talons, grabbed Xu Zimei’s shoulders, flinging them outward.
"Eight-direction Heaven-splitting,” Xu Zimei shouted.
Endless blade intent surged from within, the small knife conjured by Sage Lv previously wreaking havoc.
Martial Spirit Ancestor quickly retreated, glancing at Xu Zimei’s hands he had grabbed, numerous knife marks evenly distributed.
"Such a domineering move,” he remarked.
Suddenly knife light burst forth, enveloping all around Xu Zimei, the brilliant light too blinding to gaze upon.
From all directions, came Heaven-splitting blade intent.
The next moment, blade intent rushed towards Martial Spirit Ancestor.
"I admit, you’re impressive, even amidst Great Emperors, you’re outstanding.”
Martial Spirit Ancestor said: “But it stops here.”
Behind him, the silhouette of a giant beast slowly emerged.
With one inhale, the entire world seemed to be sucked inside.
Roaring gusts continued pouring in.
The giant beast was formless, its body ethereal, constantly shifting in any shape.
Only the two eyes exposed were vividly azure.
With a breath, the giant beast unleashed a tornado across the heavens and earth.
While Xu Zimei’s attacking figure was swept up by the tornado, churning within unceasingly.
"Indeed, directly confronting a Great Saint in the Realm of Life and Death still lacks some strength,” Xu Zimei muttered to himself.
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