The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

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In front of Bai Yujian, gripping the gigantic Wheel of Samsara with his bare hands… stood a white-haired man. His presence was a mystery, his aura unfamiliar.

Everyone, except a select few, stared at him for the first time—confused, bewildered, and utterly speechless.

He looked calm. Smiling, even.

But Bai Yujian knew better. That smile? That was a man hiding a mountain's worth of sweat.

Saint Wuji's jaw dropped. "You—who are you!?"

This… this man! Who the hell grabs the Wheel of Samsara barehanded!? Even he couldn't do it without the proper techniques.

It was impossible.

Bai Yujian was no less shaken. Her mind shook as she recalled the last few seconds. She had shattered the Buddha's Palm pressing down on her, but the Wheel? That was unavoidable. Yet somehow, this fool had popped out of nowhere and stopped it?

Su Xiaobai sighed inwardly. Fuck my fate!

He hadn't come here to save anyone. He just wanted to look cool for once. Be the hero. Maybe even get some applause. But no. Zhu Qing had to go and hog the spotlight with her heavenly lightning.

"Now no one's even looking at me…" he muttered under his breath.

Outwardly, though, he maintained his grin, sweat sliding down his back like a waterfall.

Fuck.

He didn't even want to be here. These were the kinds of people who blew up mountains just to make a point. And now he was standing in the middle of them, holding a unshakeable weapon like it was his morning workout.

But who made Bai Yujian his master!? What choice did he have!?

His invincible body saved him—for now. But it wouldn't last. The timer was ticking.

Think, Su Xiaobai. Think fast!

And then…

Whoosh!

He waved his hand.

The Wheel of Samsara vanished, sucked into his spatial ring world like it was nothing more than a fancy trinket.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Everyone's jaw hit the ground.

Saint Wuji nearly fainted. The Wheel of Samsara—a weapon so powerful it could erase souls from reincarnation—was gone. Just… gone.

"How…? How did he…?" Wuji stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

Even Bai Yujian blinked, her grip tightening on her sword. The Wheel was at least soul grade, maybe even an immortal weapon. For its will to be discarded so easily… it didn't make sense.

Who was this man?

Su Xiaobai smiled wider, playing the role of a mysterious master perfectly. Inside, though, he was screaming.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

He prayed the Wheel wouldn't rebel inside the ring. If it did? He was screwed. But for now, it seemed calm. Maybe the Infernal Emperor's ring was truly as monstrous as him!

Either way, he wasn't sticking around to find out.

"Call me Master!" Su Xiaobai turned, grinning like a scoundrel, his voice low enough to sound sly but loud enough for Bai Yujian to hear.

She froze, staring at him like he'd just slapped the heavens. "What?"

"Call me Master," he repeated, the grin widening.

Bai Yujian's eyes twitched. For a moment, it looked like she'd cut him in half. Then she caught the gleam in his eyes… and understood.

"You… shameless disciple," she muttered.

"It's called survival, Jianjian. Play along," he whispered, his grin turning wolfish.

"Despicable." Her voice dripped venom. She'd rather bite her tongue and choke to death than bow her head like this.

"…"

Su Xiaobai's face darkened. Does this crazy woman want us both to die?

Bonk!

The slap on her head echoed across the battlefield.

Dead silence.

Every eye turned toward them, wide with disbelief. Saint Wuji froze mid-step. Master Qingxuan, dragging Wei Houtian, stopped in his tracks. Even the pirates and Zhao Feng on the sidelines gawked.

Did this lunatic just hit the Sword Fairy on the head?

Bai Yujian's expression turned murderous. Her hand twitched toward her sword.

Su Xiaobai didn't care. He raised his voice loud enough for the heavens to hear.

"Jianjian! Is this how you greet your Master? Have you forgotten your manners!?"

Bonk!

He slapped her head again.

Master Qingxuan blinked, sweat sliding down his brow. "He… he really hit her again?"

Bai Yujian's teeth clenched audibly. Her icy gaze locked onto Su Xiaobai's hand, as if measuring how many ways she could break it. Slowly, she leaned in close, her voice low enough to chill his soul.

"Master," she hissed, smiling sweetly, "do you want to die?"

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"!"

Su Xiaobai flinched. His grin faltered as he quickly yanked his hand back like he'd just touched a live wire. "Good girl!"

Bai Yujian's fingers tightened around her sword. "If we survive this, you're dead."

Su Xiaobai chuckled nervously. "Of course, of course. But first…"

He turned to the crowd, his voice booming with false authority:

"WHO ELSE WANTS TO BULLY MY DISCIPLE TODAY!?"

"!!"

The silence hit like a slap to the face.

Ka—BOOM!

At that exact moment, the second tribulation lightning struck behind them, splitting the heavens like a divine exclamation point. It was as if the heavens themselves were backing Su Xiaobai's audacity.

Saint Wuji staggered back, his face pale. "Senior… this is a misunderstanding," he stammered, forcing a stiff smile that made him look more like a cornered rat than a Golden Buddha Saint.

What they didn't know was that Su Xiaobai had pushed spiritual energy into his voice when he spoke—a cheap trick by heavenly standards, but here? It was enough to make these idiots wet themselves.

Master Qingxuan gritted his teeth. He was already inching toward an escape when—

"Don't even dream about leaving!"

Su Xiaobai's eyes locked onto him, Qingxuan froze mid-step, sweat dripping down his temples.

"Venerable Senior!" The old man smiled so wide it looked painful. "We were only here for the Star Fragment! For the King! Everything else is just… a misunderstanding!"

He thought invoking the name of the king would either frighten Su Xiaobai or pacify him. After all, who wouldn't hesitate at the mention of royal authority?

Whoosh!

Su Xiaobai waved his hand, a golden token flying into the air. Its radiant phoenix insignia shimmered in the light.

"Your King?" Su Xiaobai sneered, his expression full of mockery. "What does he have to do with me? Only I get to bully my disciple! Who the hell said anyone else gets a turn!?"

"!!"

The crowd froze, their hearts sinking.

"Vermillion Phoenix Dynasty!?" Saint Wuji's face turned ashen. His lips quivered, his earlier bravado long gone.

The Vermillion Phoenix Dynasty. The name alone was enough to crush his plans. He'd thought about dropping the name of his Golden Buddha Sect earlier, hoping to intimidate Su Xiaobai, but now?

No way in hell. If Su Xiaobai was connected to the Vermillion Phoenix Dynasty, he was playing with fire. The Vermillion Phoenix Dynasty and the Tianlong Empire were notorious rivals.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai smirked inwardly. This token? Stolen off some poor girl back in the Silver Wolf territory. He hadn't even looked at it until now and definitely hadn't expected it to save his skin today.

"Ha, who knew a random robbery would pay off this well…" he muttered under his breath, just as—

BOOM!

The third bolt of tribulation lightning struck, illuminating the sky in blinding light.

Su Xiaobai used the moment to pull another wild stunt. With a dramatic flourish, he whipped out a radiant, gleaming orb—the Star Fragment itself.

"Which one of you wants it?!" he shouted, holding the fragment high in the air. "Step forward! Let's see who's stupid enough!"