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

As the sound of Immortal Liubo's voice fell, all the storm whirlwinds suddenly erupted into chaos.


From above, the dragon's head curled up thousands of layers of huge waves, all converging and plunging down towards Xu Zimei.


The thunderous sound of explosions started ringing around.


The entire island was shaking as though it was about to sink to the bottom of the sea.


With a loud "boom," all the water exploded, sending water arrows splashing up and completely dissipating in the surroundings.


Immortal Liubo stared at the center of the exploding water. When everything had cleared, he saw a slender figure slowly walking out from the misty water vapor.


"This doesn't seem to fit with your reputation as an immortal," Xu Zimei shook his head and let out a long sigh.


He said, "Is this kind of attack worthy of an immortal?"


"Kid, you're no ordinary member of the Demon Race either," Immortal Liubo said with narrowed eyes, gently stroking his beard with his right hand.


Chapter 753: The Enemies of the Demon Race