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

Hearing Shi Shaoshuo's words, Shi Jian was momentarily stunned.


Surprised, he said, "Clan Leader, isn't this a bit too much?"


If our Stone Race were to be annihilated, what use would holding the Supreme Hammer be?"


Shi Shaoshuo retorted, "How many of our people did Yu Shaoqing kill?


Slashing him is also to mourn for the deceased, not at all excessive."


"Alright, I will go and inform Junior Brother Xu right away," Shi Jian quickly nodded.


After parting with Shi Shaoshuo, Shi Jian hurriedly conveyed the message to Xu Zimei.


Xu Zimei naturally agreed to fight the next day.


So, he spent the whole day waiting quietly at the Stone Heart Pavilion for the next day to arrive.


Only to see a figure sprinting through the Stone Race territory, swift as a thunderbolt, reaching a small courtyard in a few breaths.


The dark figure slightly raised his head and walked over the courtyard wall into the courtyard.


Chapter 879: Turncoat