The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Jin Yuhuang's background was strange. He was a Divine Garuda—a race from the Four Heavens.

But he had been cast out from his clan. Why? Too ambitious. His punishment? His wings plucked out. The source of his strength, torn away. The Blood Warlord had given him these metal feathers—a new body, a new chance.

And so, Jin Yuhuang had created his own path—

A Dao of Severance.

And the Sky Tyrant Feather Scripture.

But here's where things got interesting.

None of them were truly alive.

Yi Muqing had been dragged back from the underworld.

Crimson Butcher had become a Blood Demon.

And Jin Yuhuang? His Divine Garuda bloodline was long gone. Now, he was an Undead Garuda.

Divine Garudas were known for their selflessness. Their noble pride. Yet this one had none of it. Maybe that's why he was kicked out.

Su Xiaobai's voice rang out—

"You want to go back and kill the people who killed you?"

Jin Yuhuang's body shivered.

His deep blue eyes widened.

"How… do you know?"

Su Xiaobai smirked. "You agreed to serve the Blood Warlord…in exchange for new wings and a chance to return, right?"

Jin Yuhuang's eyes shook. He had never told anyone this. They were cursed for lying… But staying silent? That wasn't forbidden.

Yet this bastard had seen straight through his heart. What the hell is this guy…?

Su Xiaobai just smiled.

Then—

He turned away. Not waiting for an answer. Because he already knew. Jin Yuhuang sat there, stunned. Watching as his new master moved to the next target.

And for the first time since his resurrection… He felt a trace of something unsettling. Something he hadn't felt since he was alive.

Fear.

"You are…?"

Su Xiaobai stopped near the panther lying at his feet. Its sleek black fur shimmered, a darkness too deep to be just a mortal beast. Golden slit-pupils flickered with intelligence—far too aware, far too resentful.

Su Xiaobai nudged it with his boot.

"Can this thing even speak?"

No response.

He chuckled, already moving on.

But then—

"Wait, I know this one!"

Zhu Qing's voice broke through the air like a villainess making a dramatic entrance.

Ye Cuilian, who had almost relaxed, suddenly tensed again.

"This one is a Phantomkin from the Mingyao Clan." Zhu Qing's voice dripped with recognition… and amusement. "They're a nearly extinct race of half-spirit, half-demon hunters from the underworld."

Su Xiaobai paused. "Half-spirit, half-demon hunter…"

So not just any panther. A seductress of shadows. A huntress bred to kill creatures like her.

A beast that devoured monsters. And right now? She was the one being hunted.

His lips curled. "Interesting."

BAM!

A sharp crack echoed through the valley.

Su Xiaobai blinked.

Zhu Qing had just kicked the panther straight in the face. Aka, Zhu Qing's 'Welcome Gift' – A Boot!

Even Su Xiaobai was startled. But then again… Who was he kidding? He liked this side of her.

Zhu Qing snorted, arms crossed. "Humph! Stop pretending—where's your demonic form?!"

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. "Damn. What did this little kitty do to piss you off?"

Zhu Qing's eyes darkened. "Bite me."

Su Xiaobai smirked. "Can't say I blame it."

Zhu Qing ignored him.

"The Nethermoon poison from its bite almost corrupted my entire bloodstream during the battle."

That had been the moment her blood lost control—

A venomous infection merging with the cursed blood Su Xiaobai had given her.

It had almost remade her into something else entirely. And this little panther was the cause. See if it dares now.

"Grrr...."

A low growl rumbled from the panther's throat. Its golden slit-pupils locked onto them—two figures above her, one smirking, the other radiating murderous intent.

Swish!

It understood. It had no choice. Fate was already sealed. A faint mist rose from its body. Its form flickered. Like a spirit shedding its shell.

Then—

It changed. Fur receded. Curves sharpened.

A feminine figure emerged, clad in black mist that barely concealed anything.

The sleek black panther melted into something dangerously human. Long midnight hair cascaded past her shoulders, strands shifting like liquid shadow.

Her eyes—golden slits that gleamed with residual rebellion. Her skin? Smooth. Unnaturally perfect. She was primal beauty wrapped in danger.

A woman built for both the hunt… and the kill. And right now? She was kneeling before him.

Su Xiaobai's smile widened. "Much better."

The transformation was complete. No longer a panther—but a woman.Her body was wrapped in skimpy battle armor, plates covering her chest and lower half, but doing an absolute shit job of actually concealing anything.

Su Xiaobai almost thought she was human—

If not for the tails, ears…And those two enormous, gravity-defying divine melons that jiggled with every tiny breath she took.

Big. Round. Soft. Plump rabbits threatening to break out.

Su Xiaobai momentarily questioned fate. He had always prided himself as a pure human supremacist. Beastkin? Disgusting.

But now…

As those heavenly twin peaks pressed against her barely-there armor, rising and falling like divine treasures waiting to be plundered…

A dangerous thought surfaced.

Was this Heaven's way of telling him to reconsider? Had fate itself decided to forcibly correct his 'preferences'?

His hand twitched. His Dao heart wavered. His Rod of Justice stood at half-mast. His principles were under attack. He swallowed.

"Hmph. I'm a man of culture, not a beastkin lover."

Probably.

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Su Xiaobai was still fighting his existential crisis when—

"If you torture this one… I'll reward you."

Su Xiaobai blinked.

"What?"

He turned to Zhu Qing, who was watching Ye Cuilian with a hungry, sadistic gleam. She wasn't joking.

Su Xiaobai's brows lifted.

"…What reward?"

Zhu Qing looked just as confused as him. But there was a hint of excitement in her eyes. Ye Cuilian, still on all fours, had just barely adjusted to her humanoid form.

And the first thing these two psychos wanted to do?

TORTURE HER?! Her ears flattened. Her golden slit-eyes darted between them in panic. What kind of sick perverts were these two?!

"Let's see...." Su Xiaobai cracked his knuckles.

Then—he crouched behind her. His fingers wrapped around her tail.

A gentle grip.

Testing. Feeling.

The soft, velvety fur ran between his fingers, warm, slightly twitching under his touch.

"Hmm… So it's real."

Ye Cuilian was already sweating rivers. She cast a pleading look at Zhu Qing—Only for Zhu Qing's face to twist in delight.

This was too good. Su Xiaobai's grin widened.

"This one gave you trouble in battle, huh?"

Zhu Qing snorted. "She didn't just fight me. She mocked me."

"Mocked you?"

"Purposely."

"I see..." Su Xiaobai nodded in understanding. "That explains it."

Then—

His grip tightened.

Ye Cuilian flinched.

"Hiyaaah—?!?"

Her breath froze as he pulled her tail upward. Zhu Qing crossed her arms, nodding approvingly.

Su Xiaobai was just getting started.

His hands slid lower. Armor plates unbuckled. Metal slid off.

A gasp.

Then—

A perfectly shaped, plump, delicate—

PAUSE.

Su Xiaobai stopped. His expression turned scientific. His fingers drifted lower… and lower…

He was checking. Confirming. Making sure. And then— His thumb gently pressed against a certain spot.

A tiny, pink, wrinkled—

"!!?"

Ye Cuilian's entire body tensed. Her face turned red. Tears formed in her golden slit-eyes.

"Y-you… YOU PERVERTED LUNATICS!!" Ye Cuilian's breath hitched. Her thighs trembled.

Her tails twitched violently, the soft fur bristling under invisible shame. Zhu Qing threw her head back, laughing.

Su Xiaobai sighed, shaking his head. With the dignity of a sage reciting heavenly scripture, he placed a hand over his chest.

"Peak Lord Zhu, how could you suggest such vile acts? I, the Righteous Su, could never bully the weak!"

Zhu Qing stumbled.

"PFFT—!"

She clutched her stomach.

"Good lord… save me…"

She ran a hand across her face, gasping for air.

Su Xiaobai, as if contemplating profound cosmic truths, nodded sagely.

"With pleasure."

His voice was calm. Absolute. A Daoist master speaking the Heavenly Law.

Zhu Qing's eyebrow twitched. Her instincts screamed suspicion— But before she could react—

Su Xiaobai turned back to his 'subject of study.'

Ye Cuilian lay collapsed on the cold ground, her once-proud golden slit-eyes glazed in disbelief. Her spirit had left her body. Her breath came shaky, uneven, as if her soul itself had been touched.

Her delicate white thighs pressed together, an unconscious act of defiance against further humiliation.

Her tail curled, no longer majestic, but limp—

A once-proud huntress, now reduced to a shivering, tattered flower swaying in a storm. And Su Xiaobai?

He paid no attention.

Instead, he turned to Zhu Qing with a scholarly air.

"Come, take a look."
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Zhu Qing raised a brow.

"I'm not into this."

Her voice was dry.

This bastard didn't hold back at all.

He was still crouching behind the naked back of this beast-woman, his hands resting somewhere Heaven itself refused to acknowledge.