I'm Really a Villain-Chapter 1324: You Have Tarnished the Prestige of the Ancestors

The figure stepping through the air slowly descended.

Xu Zimei’s foot landed on the solid ground within the prison.

He looked up and saw the prison shrouded in Demonic Qi ahead.

The prison towered like a high spire, soaring into the sky, its tip oval-shaped, pointing toward Heaven’s Threshold.

The Demonic Qi here was different from ordinary Demonic Qi; it seemed even more brutal.

Countless vengeful spirits entwined within it.

The earth beneath his feet had cracked into countless fissures over billions of years.

But Xu Zimei didn’t care. He stepped over the fissured earth, walking steadily forward.

As Xu Zimei approached the sealed tower, the previously raging Demonic Qi suddenly settled down.

Like vassals encountering a King, it became extremely docile.

Not until he stepped closer did Xu Zimei notice that chains secured all around the tower.

Occasionally, when the Demonic Qi surged, these chains would emit a purple light, sealing everything within.

Before Xu Zimei could take any further action, three figures blocked his path.

These figures did not appear suddenly; in fact, from the moment Xu Zimei set foot in the Demon Realm, he sensed he was being tracked.

And they had been lurking near him all along.

However, he did not pay much attention, knowing it was Purgatory Demon Charioteer’s order to monitor him.

Since he entered this Demon Realm, he has not seen the Purgatory Demon Charioteer.

It seemed that the other side did not care.

But Xu Zimei knew, in truth, they cared more than anyone else, fearing his presence.

"Distinguished guest, this is not a place you should come,” one of the three said, looking at Xu Zimei.

The three had grim faces, not due to expressions, but because they were born with frightening appearances.

They wore large black robes, like eagle robes, enveloping their entire bodies.

On the back of the eagle robe, three blood-red long lines were engraved.

Within the Demon Race, the blood lines symbolize the Blood Demon.

They were the personal guards of the Purgatory Demon Charioteer.

Speaking of Blood Demon, Xu Zimei recalled a book, uncovering another piece of hidden history.

Blood Demon, as a branch of the Demon Race, was naturally part of it.

Once prosperous, but it was said they committed a great mistake a million years ago.

Nearly wiped out their lineage.

Yet, the Purgatory Demon Charioteer spared them somewhat.

However, they later disappeared, unaccepted by the Demon Race, becoming the personal guards of the Purgatory Demon Charioteer.

Residing in the Forbidden Land, not usually seen.

Even to the Demon Race, they are like death guards, only following the orders of the Purgatory Demon Charioteer.

"The elder ancestor tells people, you cannot come here,” the Blood Demon in the middle of the three figures spoke.

"Why can’t I come?” Xu Zimei asked.

"Is there somewhere in the Demon Realm that I cannot go?”

"The elder ancestor says, the things inside here cannot be let out,” Blood Demon explained.

"The Demon Realm needs peace, we hope you understand.”

Xu Zimei sneered, the Demon Race needs peace.

He guessed the thoughts of the Purgatory Demon Charioteer, fearing the Demon Race within the prison being released.

Billions of years of hatred would drive them to destroy the Demon Realm.

The previously peaceful Catastrophe Demon Domain would erupt into battle.

"Go back and tell the Purgatory Demon Charioteer, these are my underlings, peace or chaos depends only on my command,” Xu Zimei said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the three Blood Demons were taken aback.

Ultimately they shook their heads, saying, “We do not concern ourselves with others, only act on orders.

You cannot step here.”

"If you wish to step here, you must do so over our corpses,” said the Blood Demon on the right.

"Do you truly believe I’m too kind-hearted to kill Demons?” Xu Zimei said indifferently.

"Even if I have to step over your corpses, it wouldn’t matter.”

With those words, the Tyrant Shadow behind him had already unsheathed.

The brilliant Blade Intent filled the void.

Like a blade light breaking through the mound of Demonic Qi overhead, descending from the heavens.

The Blood Demon on the left had no time to react, already obliterated under the blade.

Died without a trace of flesh remaining.

The other two Blood Demons beside were startled, as the Blood Demon on the right charged straight over.

His nails extended several meters, fangs grew from his mouth, resembling a zombie.

Only he was more terrifying than zombies.

Blood Demons, as a lineage of the Demon Race, was inherently a strong existence.

They use blood as fuel; the more blood, the stronger they become.

Thus, against Blood Demons, delay must be avoided.

Watching the Blood Demon charging at him, Xu Zimei appeared indifferent.

Gently extending his hand, his index finger flicked against the blade.

With a “buzz,” one of the ten Divine Methods, Demon Disk Immortal Scroll, emerged.

As a divine method of sound, it doesn’t necessarily require performance; its power lies in its ability to integrate where there is sound.

The sound of the index finger against the blade echoed, as if resonating across the entire realm.

Under the sound, the attacking Blood Demon disintegrated into ashes.

Instantly obliterated on the spot.

Xu Zimei calmly looked up, with only the last Blood Demon remaining.

He stared blankly at Xu Zimei, frozen in place.

The next moment, he seemed to come to his senses.

A shiver ran through him, and he took a step back.

"What… what are you intending to do?”

Xu Zimei said nothing, merely walked step by step forward.

For every step he took, the Blood Demon retreated one step.

Until finally, cornered, Xu Zimei stood before the Blood Demon.

"Don’t kill me,” the Blood Demon said with difficulty.

"Between the Demon Race, we are brothers, why be reduced to this,” Xu Zimei raised his hand, gently placing it on the Blood Demon’s shoulder.

"I remember your Blood Demon lineage was once glorious.”

"Our Blood Demon’s ancestor once carried the palanquin for a great figure, that’s what I heard,” the Blood Demon said, trembling.

"Yes, that palanquin was stable,” Xu Zimei chuckled.

"Even with Heaven and Earth Shattering, your ancestor never let the palanquin sway.

You shouldn’t tarnish his renown.”

Xu Zimei patted the Blood Demon’s shoulder, a wisp of Zhurong’s Flame passed over, completely incinerating the Blood Demon into oblivion.

A long sigh escaped Xu Zimei’s lips.

Then he proceeded step by step to the front of the tower.

His hands grasped the chains sealing the tower, the purple chains seemed hot to the touch.

Like molten lava, ready to melt his body upon contact.

Yet Xu Zimei remained unafraid, he tightly gripped the chains, attempting to wrench them off the tower.

Seemingly sensing Xu Zimei’s power, the purple chains struggled as if sentient.

The purple light surged, threads of patterns flickered, like scattered light spots.

The entire tower shook in response.

As if ready to collapse, with waves of Heaven and Earth Shattering sounds echoing continuously.

In the next moment, the purple light once more flared intensely.

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