The history of love is full of regrets.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life.
But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain!
This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King.
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In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated!
An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan!
There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus.
Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight.
There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

I Truly Am The Villian

"Want to live?" Xu Zimei's gaze swept over everyone present, and he asked indifferently.


The crowd swallowed hard, all of them nodding their heads.


"How about this, let's make a rule," Xu Zimei said, looking at the people from Senluo Hall.


"Starting now, until this time tomorrow afternoon.


A total of twenty-four hours, anyone who can kill a thousand members of Senluo Hall can live.


Don't think about escaping Dark Corner City, and don't think about hiding, it's useless."


Moreover, the head of Ghost Yama can count as a thousand heads.


Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, the remaining disciples of Senluo Hall, without any hesitation, charged straight at Ghost Yama.


There were tens of thousands of disciples of Senluo Hall, naturally not just the ones here.


Many who knew they were no match went to find those uninformed disciples of Senluo Hall.


Xu Zimei smiled, taking steps toward the bald, fat man.


Chapter 266: The Game with the Ants