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

Shi Shaoshuo couldn't understand Xu Zimei's words.


But he didn't ask further, simply saying, "Now that Young Master Xu has obtained the Supreme Hammer, are you planning to leave?"


"I have my plans," Xu Zimei waved his hand.


Shi Shaoshuo nodded and did not ask further.


At that moment, within the Feather Clan's territory,


The high-ranking members of the Feather Clan were seated in the great hall, the atmosphere slightly tense.


"Let's discuss," Yu Feihuang's voice finally sounded after a long while.


Because Yu Shaoqing was the youth he valued most, almost the successor of the next generation of their people.


Now that he had died just like that, it didn't seem right no matter how one looked at it.


Eventually, an old man stood up, "I think we shouldn't fight them one by one.


Chapter 883 Feather Clan Great Battle Begins