The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 258: The Woman Behind the Mask!

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Long Yushen finally stepped forward—still calm, but less prideful than before.

"…You're not from Rising Dusk Academy," he said, not as a question. "Are you here to help us? Are you part of the reinforcements? Where are the others? I need to make contact with my clan—do you have any long-distance transmission talisman?"

Su Xiaobai tilted his head slightly, that same easygoing smile still on his face, but now every pair of eyes read it differently.

"I'm not part of the reinforcements," he said pleasantly. "And no… no communication talisman either."

He paused—just enough for every shred of hope to shrivel.

"But don't worry," he continued. "I won't harm you. Not yet."

Not yet?

"...!"

Su Xiaobai looked at them all with casual disinterest, eyes gliding across each one like examining goods at a market.

"I just have a small score to settle," he said softly. "Just looking for a few people. If you hand them over to me when the time comes... we'll be fine. Maybe even friendly."

"Humph. Don't go too far."

The voice came from behind.

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A new speaker—silent until now—stepped forward. A youth in dark silver robes, peak Soul Fusion Realm, his aura sharp, posture proud, eyes filled with disdain.

"You think we'll be bullied just because you killed a few stray beasts?" the youth sneered. "I don't care how many heads you throw around. You're not stronger than me."

He clearly hadn't yet digested the reality of the Galactic Fringe.

There were still some in this group whose pride hadn't broken.

And Su Xiaobai?

He always enjoyed people like this.

The kind who announced themselves as corpses.

What none of them knew was that Su Xiaobai hadn't expected this either.

When he'd destroyed the cave, he never imagined the Dimensional Gateway would throw him into the Galactic Fringe, a sealed borderland, hovering so close to White Cloud Star he could almost smell its rice fields.

But the gate was broken. The realm isolated.

So what?

He was here now.

And the heavens had delivered him gifts.

Azure Dragon Clan heirs. Sun Dynasty dogs. Their affiliated bootlickers.

He looked at Zhou Ping—Burning Cinder Sect, not affiliated, but annoying.

Then Wen Luli—the busty saber girl. Allied to Azure Dragon Clan. On the list.

The Ming siblings—irrelevant, but close to the wrong people. They'd die with the others.

And then...

His eyes landed on Long Yushen.

Blue-haired, glacial aura, proud posture.

Direct bloodline of the Azure Dragon Clan.

Top of the list. Humiliation fuel.

Su Xiaobai's grin widened.

"Well. Let's start with the loud one."

The arrogant cultivator barely had time to blink.

Rustling.

Thousands of dark Qi tendrils surged from behind Su Xiaobai's back, like claws of a shadow beast, they snapped forward with unnatural speed.

The others leapt back on instinct.

But the man?

"Wha—AHH!"

He was hit mid-sentence.

Dozens of tendrils tore into him, dragged him back, ripped through his armor like paper.

He screamed—only once—before they began tearing him apart piece by piece.

Limbs shredded.

Spiritual core crushed.

Puchi!

Blood scattered like red mist.

"D-Demon cultivator!" someone shouted.

"HELP ME!" the man cried—

But no one moved.

Not even Long Yushen.

He was fast.

But not that fast.

The hands receded. Nothing remained but scraps of robe and a steaming bloodstain.

The survivors stood frozen.

Staring at the place where someone had just... stopped existing.

All eyes slowly turned to Long Yushen.

He was the strongest among them.

What now?

Could he fight that?

Could anyone?

Even Ranran—Su Yiran, veiled and silent, had gone still. Her fingers trembled slightly beneath her sleeves.

That attack… that dark Qi… it wasn't human.

In the White Cloud Star, demon cultivation was forbidden. Those who practiced unorthodox, forbidden arts were declared heretics.

Enemies of humanity.

And the man before them—smiling, relaxed, surrounded by heads and black Qi, was clearly one of them.

A demon cultivator.

Su Yiran cursed inwardly.

'Just my luck... I dress like a nun and still get stuck next to a walking apocalypse.'

She only wanted to stay long enough to find the goddamn key, maybe quietly exit this disaster of a realm.

Now?

Surviving might be the harder task.

And the worst part?

She didn't recognize him.

And neither did Su Xiaobai.

Two fugitives... Both in disguise.

Both with scores to settle.

Standing a few feet apart.

And thinking the other was just another face in the crowd.

Two disasters wearing masks, circling each other unknowingly, as the stars watched in silence.

Long Yushen finally broke the silence.

"What exactly do you want? Even if you kill us here, our clans will never let you walk away."

He still had pride. Still had the arrogance of a peak genius, standing atop the Azure Dragon Clan's legacy.

Su Xiaobai tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. Behind that smile, his fingers twitched.

He was going to kill them all.

Eventually.

In the few hours since he'd landed in this cursed corner of the cosmos, he'd already slaughtered over a dozen cultivators — all from clans on his "to-kill-when-convenient" list.

But would he admit that?

Of course not.

"Sun Lingxi," he said calmly. "Find her. Bring her to me. Or anyone from the Sun Dynasty."

The moment the name left his mouth, the entire group recoiled.

Zhou Ping nearly tripped over his own foot.

Wen Luli's mouth fell open.

Even Long Yushen's pupils contracted.

"Are you insane?!"

"You'd provoke the Sun Dynasty?! You think you can stand against them alone?!"

Shouts came from every direction — half fury, half disbelief.

Su Xiaobai sighed and slowly raised a finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

Instantly—whoosh—a thousand dark claws burst out from behind him, stretching like shadows of some ancient demon.

The group froze.

Cold sweat dripped down their necks.

Even Long Yushen found his footing shifting.

This aura…

This was not something a Soul Fusion Realm cultivator could produce.

Wen Luli whispered under her breath, "That's… that's not natural. That's something else."

Su Xiaobai's smile returned, sharper this time.

"No more questions," he said. "Midnight. You have until then to find her. Or I'll feed all of you to my pet."

"…Pet?" someone muttered.

They all turned to look around. There was no visible beast nearby, but no one had the courage to ask again.

Su Yiran—disguised beneath her veil, seated in silence—could feel the dark claws hovering near her neck too.

Her body tensed. Even if someone told her this was Su Xiaobai, she wouldn't have believed it.

He had changed. His strength had become utterly absurd.

She clenched her fists. She was still in Nascent Soul realm, and this thing—this monster—was staring at her like she was a fly.

Then Su Xiaobai turned.

His eyes landed on her.

"You," he said casually. "Why didn't you accept it when I said we were together earlier?"

His tone was playful, but it carried the presence of a hanging sword.

Su Yiran felt his gaze pierce through her veil. Those playful eyes — danger!

And yet, he looked at her like he was trying to remember a scent from long ago.

"I—I didn't know you…" Su Yiran forced a nervous smile, her voice soft and tense.

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. Behind that veil, he caught a glimpse of those eyes, ice blue.

A cold, still depth.

'Strange. That doesn't match her outer aura…'

But he didn't get to question further—

BOOM!

She turned into icy mist and fled instantly.

"Ah?" Su Xiaobai blinked.

Then he clicked his tongue.

"Catch her."

No one moved.

They didn't need to.

"CHIIIII—!!"

The sky tore open.

A piercing shriek ripped through the sky like a divine thunderclap. A shadow fell over the group.

Hiss!

Everyone looked up, and their hearts nearly stopped.

A giant violet crane, now over ten meters tall, dove through the clouds, a blur of dark feathers.

Lightning wrapped its wings.

Its eyes glowed like amethysts. Its talons sparked with spiritual fire.

Integration Realm.

A beast of that level… could level half the forest with a sneeze.

The crane swooped past with a single shrill cry—

"CHI!"

And in its claws, struggling, writhing,

was Su Yiran.

"L-Let me go—!"

THUD!

It dropped her like a ragdoll in front of Su Xiaobai.

He grinned. Walked forward.

"Running away? Tsk. Very daring."

The rest of the group stood frozen. What little courage they had left—burned to ash.

The crane flapped its massive wings once and stepped behind Su Xiaobai. Its predatory gaze scanned the group, as if judging who looked tastiest.

Zhou Ping nearly wet himself.

Long Yushen didn't say a word, even he was beginning to realize—they were not in control here.

Su Xiaobai strolled casually toward the fallen figure.

Before him, Su Yiran lay half-curled on the ground, her expression half-frozen with rage, half-paralyzed with shame. Even with a veil hiding her face, her murderous intent came off her like heat from a demon furnace.

Su Xiaobai crouched, staring at her covered face with amusement.

"Tsk… What's behind the mask, I wonder?" he muttered.

Whoosh!

Like stripping a dumpling of its delicate wrapper, he yanked the veil off with a flick that screamed zero consent and maximum harrasment.

"Ah!" Su Yiran gasped, reaching instinctively for her face.

Su Xiaobai blinked, expression shifting from smug curiosity… to genuine confusion.

"You…"