The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Yi Muqing's smile turned cruel. "Once my vines bury themselves in you… you'll beg me to plant you deeper."

"..."

Su Xiaobai shuddered, letting out a sharp hiss. "Fuck. Why do I always get the shameless ones?"

Her vines lashed out, snapping toward him. Thick. Pulsing. Greedy.

"Holy shit, it's one of those days," he muttered, dodging back. His expression darkened as he glanced at Zhu Qing. "Remind me—are we the villains, or is this just a really bad porn plot?"

"??"

"Porn? What's that?" Zhu Qing asked, her face blank with confusion. Was it a mantra? Some forbidden technique?

Su Xiaobai nearly choked. He grinned, the kind of grin that could get a man slapped. "Don't worry. I'll show you later."

Zhu Qing's eye twitched. Why do I even ask this fool questions? Before she could respond, Su Xiaobai's eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter, wild and sudden.

"What happened!?" Zhu Qing snapped, gripping her sword. Had he lost his mind completely?

Even the Seven Generals stopped mid-motion to stare at him, their collective aura still crackling like a storm ready to break.

Su Xiaobai ignored them all. "That armor's fake!" He jabbed a finger at the crimson figure on the throne. "The Blood Warlord's dead! It's just a puppet—a leftover spirit wearing dead man's clothes!"

The crimson armor trembled, as if the words had slapped it across the face.

[KILL THEM!]

BOOM!

The puppet slammed its fists into the throne. At the same time, Yi Muqing's vines shot forward, thick and glistening like something plucked out of a filthy novel.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Zhu Qing didn't hesitate. Her hand swept out... an emerald array ignited. Vines shot forward—thicker, sharper, hungrier.

They met Yi Muqing's mid-air, slicing through her tendrils like blades through overstuffed sausage.

"ARRRGGHH! My babies!" Yi Muqing screeched, her eyes burning red as her severed vines hit the ground, flopping like headless worms.

Her body jerked in rage, her mind clearly incapable of handling loss.

"Tree lady's losing it," Su Xiaobai muttered, shaking his head. "Guess undead brains don't handle rejection well."

Zhu Qing turned to him, her glare sharp, "Are you sure about this?"

"One hundred percent," he said, grinning. "That armor's as harmless as a neutered dog."

He'd just confirmed it with Xiao Hei! Even he couldn't believe it at first. An Immortal Realm master? Alive? Sealed in this palace without so much as a ripple of power? Impossible. Something was definitely wrong.

"Good." Zhu Qing smiled. Calm. Serene. Too calm. Too serene. The kind of smile that told you pain was coming.

CRACK!

Her boot collided with Su Xiaobai's chest, sending him flying like a broken kite.

"WHAT—"

CRASH!

He slammed into the wall, groaning. "Argh… What the fuck!?" His head spun as pain jolted through his back.

BOOM!

The battlefield erupted before him. Tiny Fang, the three-headed hellhound, roared as all three mouths unleashed streams of fire. Ku Rong roared back, his massive cleaver held high, flames splashing against its blade as sparks and embers filled the air.

Above it all, Zhu Qing floated like a goddess of war. Her dress fluttered, then transformed, ribbons sharpening into blades that lashed out with terrifying speed. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Each ribbon speared through the air, leaving streaks of emerald light.

Su Xiaobai's jaw dropped. He'd never seen her fight before. She was… ridiculous. Terrifying. And maybe a little hot.

"Stop drooling and move!" Zhu Qing snapped, dodging a swarm of spiders unleashed by the spider-woman. "Find the Warlord's seal! Now!"

Tiny Fang pounced, its massive form smashing through the spider horde, incinerating them with a single blast of flame.

Su Xiaobai's face darkened. Every shockwave hit like a hammer, each wave of power rattling his bones. If I go near that… I'll turn into meat paste.

Zhu Qing, however, was unshaken. Confidence blazed in her eyes. With the Blood Warlord out of the picture, she and Tiny Fang could stall the Seven Generals. All Su Xiaobai had to do was find the Warlord's seal. That cursed object controlled everything—his army, his generals, even the remnants of his soul.

Su Xiaobai understood. He scrambled to his feet, tearing through walls, smashing paintings, and flipping over statues. "Where the hell is it!?"

The crimson armor on the throne stilled, its earlier trembling replaced with an eerie calm. Let them struggle. It thought coldly. As long as they don't find my seal, they'll die. Their souls will be mine. And with enough power… I'll rise again.

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Minutes dragged by as Su Xiaobai ran like a madman, hunting for a Warlord's seal that might as well have been a bedtime story.

Shockwaves rolled through the battlefield, slamming into his back like a thousand fiery lashes. Each hit tore at his robes, slicing his skin raw until blood dripped down his spine. Pain hit him, but he grit his teeth and kept moving.

"Come on, you sneaky bastard…" he hissed, his voice trembling. "Where are you hiding?"

Behind him, hell had broken loose.

Zhu Qing was barely holding her own against four generals—Crimson Butcher, Flower Freak, Spider Queen, and Birdman. Her ribbon-like blades lashed out like furious serpents, slicing vines and claws with precision. But it wasn't enough. Blood streaked her pale skin, and her breaths came ragged, sharp.

"AGH!" Her scream tore through the air as Spider Queen's leg speared her shoulder, pinning her in place. Crimson Butcher seized the moment, his massive cleaver whistling toward her neck.

BAM!

Zhu Qing caught the blade. Barehanded.

Her feet cracked the stone beneath her as she absorbed the impact, arms trembling.

Blood ran down her fingers.

"Zhu Qing!" Su Xiaobai's heart tightened, but he forced himself to keep searching. Find the seal. Find the damn seal.

Not far away, Tiny Fang was a blur of fire and rage, the three-headed hellhound wrestling the skeletal dragon. Flames roared from its mouths, but the beast was bleeding badly. One of the panther brute's fangs sank into its flank, tearing muscle. Puchi! Blood sprayed like a fountain.

Then the hooded figure stepped forward.

Its pale hands gripped a scythe that practically dripped death. It swung the blade down, aiming for Tiny Fang's middle head.

"MOVE!" Su Xiaobai's voice echoed.

Tiny Fang barely leapt back in time, the scythe cleaving through empty air. Its three heads snapped in unison, growling, but the beast's steps were slower, its movements heavy.
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Blood pooled beneath its paws, soaking the stone.

"How does the seal look?!" Su Xiaobai roared, smashing through another statue

His knuckles were bleeding, his breaths ragged.

"No one knows!" Zhu Qing spat through clenched teeth. She caught the cleaver again, but her knees buckled under the strain. "We just know it exists!"

Spider Queen's leg drove deeper into her shoulder with a sickening crack.

"Agh!" Zhu Qing screamed, her voice painful.

Su Xiaobai slammed his fist into a mural, shattering it. Nothing. He kicked over a chest—empty. His voice cracked as he yelled, "How hard is it to find one stupid cursed seal?! It's like trying to find a virgin in a brothel!"

BOOM!

A beam of blue fire roared past him, singeing his face. He stumbled back, glaring at the skeletal dragon.

"Oi, watch it, mutt!" he snapped at Tiny Fang, who lunged at the dragon's throat, knocking its aim off.

CRASH!

The fire beam hit the ceiling instead, sending boulders crashing down. Su Xiaobai barely rolled away in time. His laugh came dry, bitter. "This dragon wants me dead more than my exes."

Then he saw it.

A faint crimson glow, pulsing from the floor like a heartbeat. His breath caught. "This has to be it!"

He bolted, weaving through. His fingers brushed the stone—

WHAM!

A vine slammed into the ground, inches from his hand.

"Stay away!" Yi Muqing shrieked, her voice cracking. Her eyes were wild, bloodshot. "It's mine!"

Su Xiaobai froze. "Wait… This isn't the seal?"

"It's my heirloom!" she screamed, her vines coiling around the gemstone like obscene tentacles, twitching with possessiveness.

"For f*ck's sake," Su Xiaobai groaned. Then he grabbed the gemstone anyway and hurled it toward Tiny Fang. "Doggo! catch!"

"NOOOO!" Yi Muqing's scream rattled the battlefield as Tiny Fang's middle head snatched the stone mid-air and crunched it into shards.

"Hah!" Su Xiaobai barked a laugh, blood dripping down his chin. "Good boy!"

But Zhu Qing's voice echoed sharp, snapping him out of his imaginary victory. "Careful!"

Too late—

CRACK!

The ground exploded beneath him. A massive stone pillar shot upward, slamming into his chest and pinning him to the ceiling like a skewered chicken.

"ARGH!" Blood dripped from his lips as his ribs groaned under the pressure. "What the hell?! Is this—"

"I WILL KILL YOU!" Yi Muqing's voice shattered the air as her vines surged forward, writhing like something out of a depraved dream.

CRASH!

Before the vines could reach him, Zhu Qing blasted through the pillar. Su Xiaobai hit the ground with a dull thud, gasping for breath, his ribs screaming in protest.

THUD!

"Hahaha…" He coughed, the bitter taste of dust filling his mouth. Pain tore through his body, but the adrenaline drowned it out. The whole scene felt absurd. Too absurd not to laugh.

Zhu Qing resumed her fight, her ribbons slashing through like living blades. Occasionally, she glanced back, catching him sprawled there, grinning like a madman.

Time felt strange. For Su Xiaobai, the world slowed, his senses hyper-focused. But around him, everything raced forward—a blur of fire, echo, and blood.

"Elder!" he suddenly shouted.

"??"

Zhu Qing turned, her bloodied face twisting into an impatient glare.

"If we survive this… would you let me hit?" His voice echoed, laced with laughter.

"Huh?" Zhu Qing froze mid-motion, startled. Her bloodied face contorted in confusion. What the hell was he talking about now? His strange modern words eluded her until she locked eyes with him.

Then she understood.

Her lips curled into a sneer, her voice sharp. "I'd rather die!"

Su Xiaobai erupted into laughter, clutching his stomach. "Then there's still a chance of survival!"

Zhu Qing ignored him, focusing on the battle ahead. Blood streamed from a deep gash in her shoulder, her hands and face covered in smaller cuts.

Without hesitation, she tore at the wound on her shoulder, ripping it open further. Blood sprayed from the gash like a fountain, pooling at her feet.

Su Xiaobai's laughter froze, his breath catching. Something was wrong.

The blood slithered across the ground, crawling together unnaturally. It writhed and pulsed, forming the shape of a demonic skull.

The lines around it glowed crimson, jagged and sinister, an array carved in blood.

[Soul Reaping Array.]