I Truly Am The Villian

The Purple Cloud Holy Land itself is known to be a treasured land.

It seems quite difficult to deplete all its power in a short time.

The power of the dragon's head lasted for a long time, and someone inside the immortal ship seemed to grow impatient.

A heavy, cold snort resounded.

Although it was just a snort, the sound was like thunder, piercing through layers of void.

Soon after, a Heaven-covering Great Palm extended from the immortal ship.

This great palm condensed and absorbed a vast sea of spiritual energy, then shattered through the void, slamming heavily onto the protective shield of the Purple Cloud Holy Land.

With a "boom,"

the entire protective shield trembled violently, with "crackling" sounds continuously echoing.

Cracks kept appearing on the protective shield, followed by a "bang."

The protective shield completely shattered.

"A Holy King level existence," Bright Mirror Great Saint remarked, his gaze intense with a tinge of gravity.

With just one strike, the protective shield was shattered.

Such strength is not something anyone can achieve.

At the very least, Bright Mirror Great Saint believed he could not accomplish shattering it with a single blow.

After the protective shield shattered, the gigantic immortal ship hovered in the void, with the dragon's head glaring at the people below.

Especially Zi Yan, who was within the altar, and after witnessing this, a majestic voice echoed from the immortal ship.

"Sage Zixia, you once stole our Sacred Court treasure, the Reincarnation Altar, and also destroyed half of the Gods' Paradise.

I didn't pursue it further after your death, and yet you dare to arrogantly attempt to rebuild yourself for another life.

Today, I shall completely obliterate the Purple Cloud Holy Land to extinguish such hopes."

However, Zi Yan was at a crucial moment, with the altar nurturing her three souls, naturally unable to respond.

From the immortal ship, Zhang Huajin's figure slowly emerged.

Two servants of the Great Emperor followed behind him.

Even on his travels, only the Great Emperor was his servant.

His gaze swept across Xu Zimei and the others, though he knew the name Demon Lord, he did not recognize Xu Zimei.

After all, in the true sense, the two had never met.

"You are not people of the Purple Cloud Holy Land, are you?" Zhang Huajin asked blandly.

"Nameless loose cultivators, not worthy of the Holy King's regard," Bright Mirror Great Saint chuckled lightly.

"Since you're not from the Purple Cloud Holy Land, my Sacred Court wields vast power but remains just, not wantonly murderous.

Leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened," Zhang Huajin said.

"The Holy King is magnanimous, but since we have been entrusted, naturally we have no reason to retreat," Bright Mirror Great Saint shook his head.

"Then I shall annihilate you all," Zhang Huajin coldly snorted.

He clapped his palm, and the skies were filled with gathering clouds and wind.

The power in his palm was immense, as if the entire firmament was enraged, and the great palm descended again.

"In single combat, we are definitely not his match," Demon Refining Sage said.

"Winning or losing is not necessary, as long as we can stall them for an hour," Bright Mirror Great Saint said.

"Let me go first."

The Bright Mirror in his hand unfolded, and powerful energy surged.

"Condense the void."

A beam of light shot from the Bright Mirror, directly reflecting onto Zhang Huajin.

Where the light reached, the void completely solidified.

This wasn't a simple void confinement, but rather the rallying of all surrounding void forces, pressing them together.

As if using the force of boundless void, to condense a piece of void.

Although Zhang Huajin was condensed, his palm still struck down.

Beside him, the Demon Refining Sage picked up the gourd, and called softly.

"Treasure Gourd, absorb."

That palm transformed into an invisible force, getting absorbed by this gourd.

"Holy King, my Treasure Gourd hasn't absorbed such powerful energy for quite some time," the Demon Refining Sage chuckled.

Zhang Huajin wasn't concerned, merely looking toward the Bright Mirror in Bright Mirror Great Saint's hand.

"What a treasure, an innate supreme treasure bred by heaven and earth," he said.

At this, Zhang Huajin closely examined Bright Mirror Great Saint and said, "No wonder your holy name is Bright Mirror, you must have been enlightened by the Saint Mirror."

"The Holy King sees with clarity like a torch," Bright Mirror Great Saint inwardly wary at being seen through with a glance, yet still smiled.

This Bright Mirror is indeed remarkable, being his companion treasure.

To be precise, he's not human.

But a treasured mirror in heaven and earth, eventually taking human form and proving his path as a Great Saint.

"Such existence, were it to join my Sacred Court, would have a bright future ahead, but instead stands on the opposing side," Zhang Huajin said.

Sword Qi swirled around him, and the two sword-wielding servants behind him raised their hands, letting the longsword pierce the silent void and land before him.

In that moment, the so-called condensed void was directly shattered, what surrounded them was a sea of swords.

An endless sea of swords.

"One Sword to Sever the Dao," Zhang Huajin extended his right finger, and the myriad sword intents around, the countless sword seas, all gathered.

Forming a very small longsword.

With a simple swipe, this tiny sword intent pierced the firmament, descending at speed undetectable to the flesh eye.

Bright Mirror Great Saint hurriedly raised his Bright Mirror to block in front.

With a "crack," the sword intent struck the mirror's surface, remarkably shattering the Bright Mirror.

"This...," those nearby were all shocked pale.

Such overwhelming power with a single strike.

"So that's the Holy King," the Demon Refining Sage murmured to himself.

"You never understood the gap in power between us," Zhang Huajin stood high above the firmament, overlooking everyone.

"Overestimate your capabilities," he said, "nothing more than feeble resistance."

Even Bright Mirror Great Saint himself was taken aback.

Looking at the shattered Bright Mirror, his eyes were clear as ever.

At this moment, his pupils vanished, what remained was the reflection like a mirror.

In those eyes, all things in the world appeared to be refracted.

"I have a mirror that can illuminate the eternal firmament."

Around Bright Mirror Great Saint, the immense Holy Power gushed like a sea, with mirror light continually surging.

Behind him, his True Fate Emerged, and it was an ancient, massive Bright Mirror.

Above the Bright Mirror, two enormous creatures spiraled.

A Divine Dragon and a Phoenix.

The dragon and phoenix intertwined, as if absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

That Bright Mirror magnified several times again, shining upon Zhang Huajin.

"Banish," he softly commanded.

And thus, the void around Zhang Huajin began to continuously devour, not intending to kill him.

But rather to banish him into a deeper dimension.

Once banished, returning would likely take an exceedingly long time.

Currently, the power of banishment and Zhang Huajin's own power were contending.

One side seeking to banish, the other confining the void.

"The Holy King is indeed powerful," Bright Mirror Great Saint deeply regarded Zhang Huajin.

His banishment power was challenging even for Great Saints of the same realm to resist.

"Forced banishment," he called softly again.

The banishment power intensified further.

"Impressive indeed, but it is unfortunate you crossed paths with me," Zhang Huajin stated calmly.

"Trust me, before being banished, I can kill you."