The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

A Few Minutes Ago…

"This aura…?"

Zhao Tianxuan's brow furrowed. He had been sitting in quiet observation, watching Su Xiaobai and Yue Xi's battle, when a strange disturbance rippled through the air.

An ominous sensation crept up his spine.

Then—a distress signal. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

It was from Xu Tianran, who had left earlier to capture Liu Chenfu.

Zhao Tianxuan's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he waved his hand, sending three Peak Lords, including Zhu Qing, to investigate.

One minute later—another distress signal.

Frustration flickered across Zhao Tianxuan's face.

"Again?"

Something wasn't right.

Without another word, Zhao Tianxuan left himself.

What he found sent a chill through him.

A dozen sect elders, including the Peak Lords he had sent, were locked in combat—against a group of foreign women draped in flowing ribbons, their movements like shifting phantasms, unpredictable and swift.

Zhu Qing's pupils shrank.

"Who the hell are they?!"

And beyond them—

Xu Tianran chased after Yue Xiuying, their battle raging like a celestial clash.

But what made Zhu Qing's blood run cold—was the fact that Yue Xiuying wasn't running.

She was fighting him evenly.

Xu Tianran—a sect guardian, a great-powerhouse—was unable to subdue her.

At that moment, Xu Tianran's roar shook the night.

"Tianxuan! She's stolen the Light Spiritual Tablet!"

Zhao Tianxuan's heart plummeted.

His gaze snapped forward—toward Yue Xiuying, whose forehead now gleamed with a radiant rectangular jade stone.

The Light Spiritual Tablet.

A relic that pulsed with divine brilliance, its glow almost blinding. Even from this distance, Zhao Tianxuan could feel it—an artifact that granted power equivalent to an army.

Xu Tianran's face twisted as he struck at her, trying to tear the tablet away, but even he struggled.

"Damn it!" Xu Tianran cursed inwardly. The sect had something this valuable… and I never even knew?

The entire Tianlong Empire had been searching for this artifact for millennia—yet it had been hidden here, beneath their very noses.

Zhao Tianxuan's face turned ashen.

"We can't let her escape."

There were secrets even the sect guardian wasn't aware of.

Xu Tianran was a newer guardian, a powerful force, but he hadn't been part of the sect's founding.

The existence of the Light Spiritual Tablet was one such hidden truth.

Zhao Tianxuan, as the sect master, knew its importance.

If it left the sect—today would be their last day. His voice roared across the battlefield, filled with the weight of impending destruction.

"DO NOT LET HER LEAVE!"

With that order, every stationed elder and peak lord rushed from the arena, the grand tournament forgotten in an instant.

What began as a hunt had transformed into a full-scale war.

And now—

Now, the battle had split into two fronts.

One group chased the Celestial Peak Lord, desperate to retrieve the tablet before it was too late.

The other?

They stood against the beast horde—a nightmare of claws, fangs, and wings, rapidly devouring everything in its path.

And the disciples at the arena?

They had no idea what was happening.

They only knew one thing—

A storm of beasts was coming.

At that moment, their gazes froze.

Thousands of Blood Bats, their fanged maws wide and their wings spread like dark canopies, stilled mid-flight.

Their shrieks choked off, their hunger drowned by a force far beyond them.

Something greater had arrived.

SHIIING!

A single sword trembled, its edge humming—a celestial beast waking from its slumber.

A thin line of golden radiance flickered along the sky, a wound in reality itself.

Then—

SLASH!

Like the final judgment of a deity, the sword sang, tearing through the heavens.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The Blood Bats—a terrifying tide that had darkened the sky—were cut clean in half.

Their bodies collapsed like rain, a storm of severed wings and torn flesh crashing toward the sect below.

And then came the blood.

Crimson downpour. Steaming. Endless.

"W-WHAT?!"

"One sword! It took only one sword—!"

"That was an entire swarm of Integration Realm beasts! She wiped them out like flies!"

Above them, standing like a goddess sculpted from steel and moonlight, was Bai Yujian.

The Sword Fairy.

Her blade still sang, as if yearning for another kill.

She could strike again.

But she didn't.

Yue Xiuying, seated within her chariot, tilted her head, amusement flickering in her golden eyes.

Then—she laughed.

"Not so soon."

She knew Bai Yujian's weakness.

It wasn't her power. It wasn't even her will.

It was her morality.

Bai Yujian could have wiped out everything—but she didn't.

Because she couldn't.

Not here. Not on the ground.

If she truly unleashed her sword on the ground, it wouldn't just cut the beasts—it would cut the sect itself in half.

Yue Xiuying's lips curled. She had no fear.

Then—

BANG!

Her entire chariot lurched, nearly tipping from the sky.

Her gaze snapped down.

And there, gripping one of its golden legs like a vengeful ghost refusing to let go, was Xu Tianran.

His fingers dug into the celestial frame, veins bulging, a snarl twisting his face.

"You think you can just walk away?"

His voice was a sneer filled with bloodlust.

Before Yue Xiuying could react, her sixteen attendants moved.

"Get your filthy hands off our lady!"

Their ribbons, shimmering like divine silk, lashed out, wrapping around Xu Tianran's arms, legs, throat—sealing his movements, binding his qi.

But he didn't let go.

A muscle in Yue Xiuying's jaw ticked.

Before she could give another order—

Two more figures shot toward her.

The Verdant Peak Lord and the Frost Peak Lord.

A storm of ice and emerald radiance engulfed her chariot, both peak lords aiming to capture, not kill.

"Surrender, Yue Xiuying!" the Frost Peak Lord's voice rang.

The Verdant Peak Lord followed, his aura twisting the air into vines of energy, trying to bind the chariot mid-flight.

Yue Xiuying's expression turned cold.

Her fingers snapped forward, releasing a ray of golden fire, searing as the sun's breath, aimed directly at their faces.

It should have incinerated them.

But—

A slender hand reached forward and tore through the divine fire like tissue paper.

Zhu Qing had arrived.

A mocking smirk played on her lips.

"Where do you think you're going lady?"

Yue Xiuying's pupils shrunk.

This… this wasn't right.

She had accounted for three Great Ascension realm cultivators in her escape plan.

Now there were four.

Her chariot—bound.

Her servants—split.

Her power—delayed.

The longer this dragged on, the worse her chances.

Then—

A voice, cold and absolute.

"Leave her. Handle the beast horde."

The Sword Fairy had spoken.

Even the Peak Lords hesitated.

Their gazes turned—toward Bai Yujian.

Her blade hovered, still trembling, still dangerous.

The Verdant Peak Lord and the Frost Peak Lord hesitated.

Even Yue Xiuying was surprised.

But she wouldn't waste this opportunity.

"Didn't you hear her?" she mocked. "Your own sect doesn't even think I'm worth the trouble."

Zhu Qing snorted.

"With pleasure!"

Just as Yue Xiuying poked her head out, smirking—

PAH!

A red-hot slap rocked her skull, sending her vision spinning.

"AHH!"

Her mask shattered, crumbling into pieces.

Her golden eyes blazed in fury, but she immediately ducked back inside, her hands covering her face.

Zhu Qing flexed her fingers, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.