The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Throne Room — Warlord's Palace!

As Su Xiaobai, Zhu Qing, and Tiny Fang crossed the threshold, the air hit them... like a slap from a spiked whip.

This wasn't a throne room.

It was a battlefield. A slaughterhouse. A place so cursed even death packed its bags and moved out.

The black jade walls pulsed. Crimson veins. Living blood. They throbbed like a predator's heartbeat... slow, deliberate, hungry.

Murals twisted under the dim light. Faces. Screams. Hands clawing at invisible throats. Ready to jump out. Ready to choke the nearest idiot.

Probably Su Xiaobai.

Above, relics dangled on chains. Rusted swords. Cracked helms. Shattered banners. They whispered... softly. Threats.

One spear hissed as he passed. The blade glinted like a thief's grin.

Su Xiaobai smirked. "Friendly place. Bet the Blood Warlord himself comes out next with tea and a stabbing."

Zhu Qing glared. She didn't speak. She didn't have to.

Her eyes screamed: You've doomed us all.

And, because fate loves a good punchline—

[Visitors...]

The voice hit like a mountain collapsing.

Heavy. Unstoppable. It didn't echo. It crushed.

They froze.

Tiny Fang's tails stiffened like spears. Zhu Qing hesitated. Even the air seemed to shiver.

At the far end of the room... a dais (platform) rose. Black stone. Jagged edges. Blood pooled beneath it.

On it sat a suit of crimson armor.

Dark. Hollow. No flesh. No face. Just a frame carved with glowing runes... dripping blood.

It didn't move.

But it radiated power. The kind that made your knees knock and your guts churn. The kind that whispered... Die quietly. It's faster that way.

[You tread where the living should not.]

The words sliced through them like a blade to the throat.

Su Xiaobai's instincts screamed: Run.

Zhu Qing frowned. "The Blood Warlord..." Her voice dropped. "This isn't possible. He was destroyed centuries ago."

Her glare shifted to Su Xiaobai, who was already cursing himself. Why does my mouth keep writing checks my ass can't cash?

Before he could reply, shadows stirred.

Seven figures rose from the blood-soaked floor. Twisted. Wrong. Broken marionettes brought to life.

The Blood Warlord spoke again—[Rise.]—and they obeyed.

The Seven Generals of Blood began to rise… one by one.

First came Ku Rong, the Crimson Butcher.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A monster in a man's shape—or close enough. Hulking, red-skinned, muscles bulging like they'd been packed in by a butcher drunk on his own work. His head? Pure bull. Horns black and jagged, dripping with the ghosts of every fool who tried to test them.

Screech....

Behind him, a cleaver dragged on the stone floor, screeching as it spat sparks—less a weapon, more a feral child born of steel and slaughter.

Ku Rong belonged to the barbarian bull race, said to carry the blood of a forgotten beast god. Holy blood, they claimed. Holy or not, it tore men apart just the same.

He sniffed, his black tongue slid over teeth cracked and yellow, as if they'd chewed stone and bone alike. "Kekeke…"

His eyes, dark pits, fixed on Su Xiaobai, Zhu Qing, and Tiny Fang.

"You stink of fear, boy..." He leaned closer, inhaling deeply, "Good… Fear makes the meat tender." He grinned, his breath hot and foul, "When I carve you, I'll start with the belly. It screams the best. Heh. Screams make the meat sweeter."

"Back off, bull."

The words echoed... Feminine, soft, dangerous, and far too intoxicating.

Yi Muqing, the Plumshade Immortal, rose.

Rustle~

She moved like sin given shape—every step a trap wrapped in beauty. Her emerald hair cascaded like silk, her eyes jewels that shone too bright to be trusted. Her body was the kind sculptors would die to touch, but the vines writhing at her feet said touching her was the last thing you'd ever do.

Flowers bloomed with every movement, feeding on her aura like parasites drunk on a god.

Even the arrogant Ku Rong, soaked in bloodlust, took a step back.

Her smile unfurled, slow and sweet, poison wrapped in sugar. Her gaze on Su Xiaobai, tracing him like a predator deciding where to bite first. "So soft..." Her voice dripped honey and rot. "So fertile..."

Ssshhhhk!

Vines twisted tighter, hungry. "You'll bear my children," she purred, "My roots are thirsty. My blossoms hunger." Her lips curved into something too sweet to be human.

She stepped closer, her every movement a trap.

"Don't fight it..." she said, her voice soft, almost loving. "You'll bloom for me… beautifully… for centuries."

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Su Xiaobai didn't know whether to laugh or puke. A bull on steroids. A horny plant. And the freak parade wasn't done yet.

More nightmares slithered out.

A bird-man strutted forward, wings metallic and razor-sharp. Every feather shinning like a blade, ready to pluck flesh. Behind him, a panther brute growled, fangs bared, an aura so feral it practically drooled violence.

"Ehehe~" Then came the spider-woman. Beauty up top—obsidian eyes, flowing hair, curves that belonged in some scandalous jade painting. Below the waist? Eight twitching legs. A fat, glistening abdomen that looked like it could lay eggs in a man's chest and call it romance.

And then… the dragon skeleton. Its hollow eyes burned blue, flames flickering with hunger. Bones creaked as it moved, like it still remembered what flesh felt like between its jaws.

Last came the hooded figure. Thin. Fragile. Pale hands poking out of black robes like a corpse halfway to the grave. Mist coiled at its feet, cold and alive. Its presence felt like a whisper promising, You'll die screaming.

Su Xiaobai scratched his chin, his lip curling. "This is either the Blood Warlord's personal zoo… or he's got some really kinky tastes."

The ground rumbled. Pillars cracked. The bloodlust pressed down like it wanted to grind his lungs into paste.

Beside him, Zhu Qing looked like she'd swallowed something worse than spirit bees. Her expression soured... with a side of homicide.

"You've got a plan, right?" Su Xiaobai nudged her, arrogant grin barely hiding the tremor in his voice.

"..." Zhu Qing turned her head so slowly it could've been measured in centuries. Then forced a smile—brittle, counterfeit, and very much homicidal.

"Nope."

Su Xiaobai blinked. "What do you mean nope? You're the Peak Lord! You're supposed to have a plan!"

"I had a plan," Zhu Qing hissed, low and resentful, "But that plan didn't involve the actual Blood Warlord sitting on his damn throne!"

As if on cue, the crimson armor on the dais shimmered faintly, like it was alive. Watching. Mocking.

Zhu Qing's teeth clenched, her words ground out like boulders. "If it were just the Seven Generals, maybe—maybe—we could stall long enough to escape. But him?" She glanced at the throne, "There's no plan for him."

Su Xiaobai sighed, cracking his neck. "Well, great. Guess we fight it." He glanced at the generals, smirking. "How hard can it be?"

"..." Zhu Qing practically laughed in his face.

"Fight? You're an idiot." She shook her head like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You couldn't sneeze near them without dying, let alone fight."

Her patience frayed. What was the point of this fool? Every enemy in front of them was peak Tribulation Realm. And even if by some miracle they took out the Seven Generals, the Blood Warlord sat there on his throne, as untouchable as heaven itself.

"Yup. Can't fight." Su Xiaobai didn't even blink, his voice drenched in casual indifference. But his lips moved silently. His gaze flicked to Zhu Qing, speaking louder than words: But you can.

Her brow furrowed. What the hell was he playing at now?

He didn't answer. His focus shifted, locking onto the advancing Seven Generals. Behind them, the Blood Warlord sat grinning on his throne, armor gleaming like a devil's promise. He didn't move. He didn't need to. His grin said it all: Dance, puppets. Make it entertaining.

"Hey, cowhead!" Su Xiaobai's voice tore through, "Tell your boss to get his ass down here and fight his own damn battles!"

The Seven Generals froze, their combined auras flaring like a volcano about to erupt.

Ku Rong sneered, his grin twisted, teeth like yellowed tombstones. "Careful, boy… Your screams will decorate my cleaver."

Su Xiaobai shrugged. "Sure. But you'll have to catch me first… cow."

Beside him, Zhu Qing's face twitched. She looked like she was deciding whether to strangle him now or wait until they were dead.

Grabbing his shoulders, she leaned in with a smile that wasn't a smile, her voice a venomous whisper. "Little Villain, must you antagonize everyone?"

"Keeps things fun," Su Xiaobai shot back, grinning. "Just wait and see." Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

But inside, his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts reached for Xiao Hei, the little murderous girl sulking in his ring world. Her anger was simmering like a boiling cauldron.

[Now is not the time for tantrums!] Su Xiaobai's mental voice snapped, hoping to pierce through her stubborn silence.

No response. Just her cold resentment.

Su Xiaobai sighed, exasperation creeping into his thoughts, but his attention shifted back to his real target: the flower freak.

"Hey, tree lady," he called, his grin curling wickedly. "I'll pass on the root babies. I'm not into being planted. I prefer planting elsewhere, you know?"

Yi Muqing's smile widened, her head tilting in mock curiosity. Then she giggled—a sound too sweet, too sharp.

"Oh, you'll change your mind…" Her voice dripped honeyed malice as her vines thickened, twisting around her like predators waiting to pounce.

The ground beneath her shook. The vines slithered, wet and glistening, curling like obscene tentacles in a forbidden scroll.

They reached out, coiling, stroking the air as if tasting it.

"Once my vines bury themselves in you…" Her voice dropped to a whisper, sickly sweet. "You'll beg me to plant you deeper."

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