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

A powerful force exploded, accompanied by the bursting of scales and flesh, revealing the stern white bones underneath.


Ao Nan was also sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the protective railing of the Combat Stage.


With a "bang," the crowd watched with their hearts racing.


"This," a few of the Saint Heirs from Imperial Rule Immortal Sect frowned slightly.


They were aware of Ao Nan's strength, yet now he seemed incapable of taking even a single blow.


Ao Nan wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.


"You're asking for death," he said, looking at Xu Zimei with an icy gaze.


His purple robe fluttered in the wind, and from within his body, a strong and imposing aura burst forth.


Within it, there was a faint Dragon's Suppression coming towards him.


"Is that all you have?" Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.


With a "clang," Tyrant Shadow unsheathed itself from behind him.


Chapter 856: The Seven-Colored Sky Devourer and the Jiuyou Underworld Nether Earth Python