The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

CRACK.

BANG.

A body flew through the air like discarded garbage.

CRASH.

Another inner disciple crashed headfirst into a training dummy, snapping it in half.

"W-Wait! We can talk—ARGHHH!"

"PLEASE! WE WERE JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS!"

"MY LEGS! WHERE ARE MY LEGS—oh, wait, they're still here."

"SPARE ME! I HAVE A WIFE—NO, WAIT, I'M STILL SINGLE—BUT I WANT ONE EVENTUALLY!"

The entire courtyard shook with the whisper of regret. The highest among them was peak Nascent Soul Realm.

And yet—

Su Xiaobai dismantled them like a butcher prepping meat for the market.

The ground cracked, bodies tumbled, teeth scattered, and dignity was permanently erased

The place was filled with dust, despair, and the sound of future cripples lamenting their poor life choices.

Hu Jiao'er's eyebrow twitched. Then, her face turned pale. She had already promised him a golden sandwich.

And this?

This was not a man who forgot rewards.

Her gaze snapped to Hu Mei'er.

Her twin was already staring daggers at her, eyes full of silent, merciless murder.

Hu Jiao'er swallowed.

She may have just fucked up.

Her delicate fingers twitched, resisting the urge to wipe away the cold sweat forming at the back of her neck. She stole a sideways glance at her twin, her eyes flickering with panic.

"Sister, don't worry! We'll negotiate with him!"

"Humph!"

Hu Mei'er snorted, folding her arms under her absurdly divine peaks, refusing to entertain such nonsense.

Negotiate?

That was her damn problem!

She wasn't about to sacrifice her body for some reckless bet! Hu Jiao'er wanted to wager her thighs? Fine. But why involve her in this shitstorm?!

Hu Jiao'er's expression worsened. This was not good…

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Su Xiaobai had been back in the sect for less than a few hours.

And he had already caused an uproar.

First, it was the outer disciples.

Now?

Now, he had returned from his "trip", walked in like he owned the fucking place, and obliterated a whole squad of inner disciples.

What the hell was wrong with this man?!

At this rate, by next week, he'd be punching Elders.

By next month?

He'd be demanding the Sect Master's wife.

Hu Jiao'er felt a headache forming.

This bastard wasn't just fighting—he was conquering.

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"Tch." From afar, a pale man draped in dark robes watched the scene his expression a storm of irritation and disbelief.

Liu Chenfu.

The Peak Lord of Stormfire Peak.

His narrowed gaze locked onto Su Xiaobai, his fingers digging into his sleeves.

"His puppet reached Nascent Soul Realm…"

His fists tightened. It wasn't Su Xiaobai himself that made his blood boil. It was that damned puppet.

That freakish thing standing behind him, radiating killing intent like a war goddess fresh out of an ancient battlefield.

This was a problem.

The inner Court Challenge was in two weeks. Su Xiaobai was eligible to enter.

If things had gone as planned, the brat should have been crushed like a bug beneath his heel.

But now?

Now, this Nascent Soul Realm puppet had flipped the fucking board.

Had Liu Chenfu not sent Cai Lei and others to 'test the waters,' he might have walked into a slaughter.

The realization made his skin crawl.

But now? Now, he had time to prepare. His lips curled into a sinister gri. "You think you're untouchable, Su Xiaobai? That just means you haven't met the right blade yet."

And with that venomous thought, he turned and disappeared into the shadows.

Oblivious to one fatal mistake—

Su Xiaobai had already anticipated this. He had never once assumed his enemies would play fair.

Because in his world—

Fair play was for the weak.

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The uproar spread through the sect like an unchecked wildfire.

A Core Formation disciple reaching Rebirth Realm within two months?!

The halls buzzed. The disciples whispered.

Even the Elders, who had ignored Su Xiaobai until now, suddenly turned their gazes toward him.

For the first time, the old masters stirred.

And deep within the sect master's chamber…

Zhao Tianxuan, the Sect Master himself, sat in silence, the news freshly delivered.

He rubbed his temples, his expression a complicated blend of resignation and distress.

"This guy…"

At this rate—

If Su Xiaobai kept up this momentum…

He might just snatch my sect master seat one day…!

Little did he know…

He was planting exactly what Su Xiaobai called 'red flags.'

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Crack!

"Argh… Su Xiaobai! You will regret this—ahhh!"

Chen Yong's scream was something out of a brothel—high, pathetic, and completely fucking useless. His once-proud face was twisted in agony, drenched in cold sweat, his wrist bent the wrong fucking way under Su Xiaobai's boot.

"Break both your hands… and I'll let you crawl away."

Su Xiaobai grinned.

Not the kind of grin you'd see on some righteous sect genius. No.

This was the grin of a man who would fuck your wife, kill your son, and then sleep like a baby.

"Each of you… did you hear me?"

"!!!"

The fallen bodies twitched.

"Brother! Don't think you own the sect just because—"

Own the sect?

Su Xiaobai laughed.

Fuck your grandma, I don't just own it… I am the fucking sect.

"Xiao Hei… break it."

The command was casual. The way a drunk scholar might ask for another cup of wine.

"Aghhh!"

A fresh scream echoed.

The fool who had spoken was dragged forward. Xiao Hei sighed, walked over, and without hesitation—crack!

Spine shattered. Arms twisted. Flesh ripped. Blood sprayed like a fucking geyser.

Thud!

The guy didn't just fall. He crumpled. Like a used whore tossed out of a brothel at dawn.

"!!!"

The rest turned white as ghost cunts.

Why the fuck was no elder stopping this?!

Ah.

Because the elders were already here.

Watching.

Enjoying.

Their expressions were calm, but their eyes? Their eyes were shining like they were looking at a rare treasure!

Let the brat play. Let him break the rules.

Because once a man's talent reached a certain level… rules stopped applying.

In his last life, it was the rich who trampled the weak. In this world, it was the strong and talented.

And Su Xiaobai?

He was fucking both.

"Aghhh…!"

"Ah—!"

One by one, the disciples broke their own fucking hands. One by one, they crawled away, eyes hollow, souls crushed.

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Hiss~!

"!!" Hu Jiao'er's seductive smile froze. This… this wasn't some naive little brother she could wrap around her little finger.

This was a fucking nightmare in human skin.

Her legs squeezed together—out of fear, of course. Definitely fear.

"Sister… let's go…" she whispered, dragging Hu Mei'er away.

But Su Xiaobai?

He was too busy terrorizing people to even notice.

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And they looked like they'd rather deepthroat a spear than stay another second.

"Your master won't save you…" Su Xiaobai murmured. "He already threw you away like cum-stained rags. Haven't you realized it yet?"

"It… it can't be…" Wang Fei's voice cracked.

Chen Yong's face darkened.

They turned toward the crowd.

Liu Zhenhai.

Their master.

*Where the fuck was he?!*

Didn't he promise to save them?!

"Bastard…!"

Liu Zhenhai, watching from afar, clenched his fists. He understood exactly what Su Xiaobai was doing—turning his own men against him.

But — The sect had already allowed this.

By doing nothing, they had acknowledged this as punishment for their ambush. If Liu Zhenhai interfered now, he would be challenging the sect's will.

But this villain wasn't just punishing them—he was destroying their loyalty.

His dark circles deepened as rage bubbled within.