I Truly Am The Villian

Upon hearing Xu Jiamo's reminder, Wang Li quickly closed his mouth.

He knew he had gotten carried away and said a bit too much.

No matter how the Heavenly Dao was, it wasn't something a mere demon like him could discuss.

"What are you afraid of? Just say whatever you want," Xu Zimei inquired.

"No worries, from Brother Xu's tone, what are your aspirations?" Wang Li retorted.

"Me? I want to explore that pinnacle place with the Demon Race once more," Xu Zimei laughed.

"I'm just not sure how many of our Demon Race are willing to do so now."

"How would you go about it?" Wang Li asked in reply.

"Don't look at us as the rulers of the Catastrophe Demon Domain now, but what's the difference between here and a cage.

If we wanted to overthrow the world, I'm afraid we'd be suppressed as soon as we left the Catastrophe Demon Domain," Wang Li said, looking around.

Lowering his voice, he continued, "Actually, the enemies of our Demon Realm are not just the Heavenly Dao.

There are many henchmen on their side, like the Holy Court, always opposing us directly."

"Looks like you've learned quite a lot," Xu Zimei chuckled.

"These are all from the academy's books; the academy has many such books," Wang Li said.

"Do other demons also know?" Xu Zimei asked again.

"More or less, everyone is eager for the prosperous days of our demon history," Xu Jiamo nodded in agreement.

Nowadays, the Demon Race is said to be in decline, yet it isn't fully declined.

Everyone knows that over the years, demons aren't allowed to become saints; very few have succeeded, and those who have, live short lives.

Although the reason has never been stated, everyone understands well that there's a divine being three feet above.

Heaven fears them.

Fears the resurgence of the past era.

Hearing this, Xu Zimei felt somewhat relieved.

The Demon Race hasn't completely become cold-hearted, and that's enough.

Being weak is fine, they can be gradually led to strength, just like how he led the weak Demon Race to rise back then.

The main concern is if they have lost their passion.

"In my view, unless the Demon Lord is reborn, don't hope for much else," Xu Jiamo sighed.

"I've heard that Ancestor Mosha is content with the status quo and doesn't want to oppose anyone."

"The Holy Court is also exerting a lot of pressure, and they've been pressing us more in recent years, perhaps they're planning something."

"Isn't it said that the Heavenly Dao doesn't target the Demon Race?" Xu Zimei asked curiously.

"Why is the Holy Court pressuring us?"

"Who knows, previously we coexisted peacefully," Wang Li shook his head.

"But in recent years, they seem eager to destroy our Demon Race."

Xu Zimei pondered for a moment and then understood.

Previously, neither the Heavenly Dao nor the Holy Court was in a rush to deal with the Demon Race. They could slowly boil the frog in warm water.

But now that he's resurrected and the Demon Lord has returned, they're probably getting anxious.

As they chatted, laughter suddenly erupted from beside them.

"Wang Li, finally found you guys. It was quite the search for us."

Upon hearing the voice, even without seeing the person, Wang Li knew who it was.

"Hong Ze, you're really like a persistent ghost."

"What? Did you find the legacy?" Hong Ze asked disdainfully.

"What's it to you?" Wang Li retorted.

"Do you know how I found you?" Hong Ze sneered.

"I scattered Tracing Powder on you, within a hundred miles I could find you.

Now kneel and apologize, and I might spare you; otherwise, today you'll stay on this Demonic Path."

"Who do you think you are? If you want to fight, then fight, not afraid of you," Wang Li, clearly no pushover, retorted coldly.

"Later let's see how long you can keep that tough talk," Hong Ze retorted just as defiantly.

Only to see demonic qi surging all over him, the four behind him took a step back.

"Blackflame Kylin," only to hear Hong Ze shout.

Endless demonic qi began to gather in his hands.

A black Kylin began to form, its low growl echoing through the Demonic Path.

Demons all around were utterly terrified, none dared to come close.

"It's Demon Martial," Wang Li said grimly.

"This Hong Ze really has no shame, using his father's Demon Martial against us."

"Demon Martial is usually inseparable from oneself; Hong Ze must have gotten his father's approval," Xu Jiamo said.

"What do we do?"

"What else can we do? Run," Wang Li didn't hesitate, running directly towards the other side of the Demonic Path.

Facing Demon Martial, there's no point in fighting.

Xu Zimei paused for a moment, not expecting Wang Li to be such a coward.

One moment he was arguing fiercely, the next he ran like the wind.

The others realized and prepared to flee as well.

Anyway, over six days had already passed, just a bit longer, and they'd be able to leave here.

Only Xu Zimei stood still, unfazed.

"Brother Xu, run," Wang Li, being loyal, stopped halfway, returned to try and pull Xu Zimei along.

"With my Blackflame Kylin here, where can you run?" Hong Ze shouted.

The momentum was sky-high, like a mass of demonic clouds hanging overhead.

A Kylin's silhouette emerged from the demon clouds, claws starting to step out.

The black scales were like molten lava, slowly flowing across the body.

As the Kylin exhaled, wisps of white mist emitted, its eyes fiery red, glaring at the people.

"It's over," Xu Jiamo collapsed to the ground, as if lost in spirit.

"What's Demon Martial?" Only Xu Zimei remained composed, asking curiously.

"Brother Xu, at a time like this, that's what you're focused on," Wang Li complained.

"No matter what, even if we die, we should die understanding," Xu Zimei smiled.

"You do have a point, so let me explain," Hong Ze laughed boisterously.

The Kylin figure became more prominent, descending with authority, and shouted: "Demon Martial is a magical beast raised by my father with essence blood from a young age.

No matter the grade of this beast, as long as it uses the demon race's essence blood, it becomes a magical beast.

It is mighty, unique in these seventy-two mountains."

"I thought it was something significant," Xu Zimei disappointedly shook his head.

This beast taming method wasn't sophisticated, moreover, it was highly detrimental to oneself.

True strength cannot rely on external aids.

The Blackflame Kylin landed, the entire Demonic Path seemed to quiver.

A black flame spewed from its mouth.

"It's over, we're doomed," Xu Jiamo closed his eyes in despair.

Yet the next moment, the burning sensation did not come, and silence reigned.

He opened his eyes in surprise, seeing Xu Zimei standing in front of him.

"Xu... Brother Xu?" Xu Jiamo questioned, incredulous.

"Don't rush to die," Xu Zimei grinned.

He looked at the Blackflame Kylin; demonic qi surged from his hand, transforming directly into a long line.