The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Crack!

Crack!

Wang Fei and Chen Yong screamed as their final hands snapped like cheap firewood.

"Where do you think you're going?"

They tried to crawl away, but Su Xiaobai grabbed them again.

"You two… started this. Shouldn't the punishment be… even better?"

"Wha—what the fuck else do you want?!"

Chen Yong's voice was hoarse. His mouth was bloody, his teeth barely hanging on. His eyes begged for mercy.

Wang Fei snot-cried like a bitch. "Brother Xiaobai! Please! We were wrong! We—we were fucking blind! Stupid! Retarded! Please!"

"You're right." Su Xiaobai nodded. "You really are fucking retarded."

Wang Fei sobbed, "I'll never go against you again! I'll be your dog! I'll lick your fucking boots! Your feet! Your balls if you want! Just—just don't—"

"Shut up," Su Xiaobai sighed.

Then—he stabbed.

Shnk!

The blade slammed into Wang Fei's back, pinning him to the ground like a worthless insect.

"!!!"

Wang Fei gurgled, choking on his own blood. His body twitched like a fish out of water.

Chen Yong?

His soul left his body.

"Brother… Brother Xiaobai… please…"

His voice cracked.

His knees shook.

"I—I'll do anything…!"

Su Xiaobai tilted his head.

"Anything?"

Chen Yong nodded frantically, like a dying virgin begging for one last fuck.

Su Xiaobai grinned.

"Then beg properly."

Chen Yong collapsed.

He kowtowed.

Then again.

Then again.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Blood smeared the dirt. His forehead split open.

He didn't dare stop.

Su Xiaobai leaned in, voice soft.

"Sing for me, dog."

Chen Yong sobbed. "I—I don't know what to—"

Su Xiaobai grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the ground.

"Then learn."

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Hiss~!

Even the elders watching from the distance frowned slightly.

"…"

Bai Yujian, watching with a faint smile, blinked.

She extended a hand, stopping Zhu Qing, who was about to interfere.

"Don't. He's luring the real wolf out."

"Oh…" Zhu Qing nodded in understanding.

Su Xiaobai couldn't deal with Liu Chenfu, but Liu Zhenhai? An inner disciple? Much easier prey.

Why was she even worried? This was fun.

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Su Xiaobai wiped his sword against Wang Fei's spasming, pathetic body and let out a long sigh.

"Now… what should I do with you, Chen Yong?"

Piss.

A warm, yellow, cowardly puddle formed beneath Chen Yong's trembling legs.

Was this the same arrogant little shit who once acted high and mighty in that cave months ago? Back then, he could have crushed Su Xiaobai with a single sneeze. But today?

The bastard looked into his eyes—those red, demon-like eyes. His hair, once black, now pale like a ghost that had crawled out of the abyss.

Chen Yong's lips quivered.

"M-Monster…"

Then.

Thud!

The bitch fainted.

"Tch…" Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue. How fucking inconvenient. If these two just passed out, how the hell was he supposed to figure out who was pulling their strings?

And he couldn't kill them in front of everyone either. Not yet.

His jaw clenched. His fingers curled tighter around his sword.

Fine. Fuck it.

A low, bitter chuckle escaped his lips before he raised his blade.

"Die already—"

Clank!

Like a thunderclap, Su Xiaobai's fingers numbed.

BAM!

A fist slammed against his sword—Liu Zhenhai.

He had appeared out of nowhere, face dark, aura oppressive.

"Su Xiaobai… don't cross all limits." His voice was calm, but the words pressed like a mountain. "Your actions would disappoint the master."

Su Xiaobai winced. His hands were fucking numb. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

Soul Fusion Realm…

Yeah, he wasn't quite there yet.

But he didn't need to be.

He had already won.

A grin stretched across his lips as he sheathed his sword.

"Didn't know these two martial brother dogs were so… valued," he muttered, barely restraining a mocking laugh. "Don't worry, I'll spare their pathetic lives."

As he spoke, his eyes flicked toward Xiao Hei, who had been standing behind Liu Zhenhai, ready to strike.

Not yet.

With a mere glance, Xiao Hei understood. He stepped back.

Liu Zhenhai's face twisted in frustration. He looked down at the twitching, bloodied mess that was Chen Yong and Wang Fei.

Fucking hell.

Dragging their worthless bodies, he turned, his face dark as the abyss.

But as he walked away, he could feel it.

The gazes.

Sharp.

Judging.

A ranked inner disciple plotting against a newcomer?

It wasn't a good look.

His reputation had just taken a hit.

But what could he do? Chen Yong and Wang Fei… those two worthless bastards…

They weren't just subordinates.

They were brothers.

The kind that had shared meals and drinks with him even when he was still a weakling.

He couldn't let them die.

Even if…

Su Xiaobai was a maniac who dared to kill people in broad daylight.

"Humph!" Liu Zhenhai disappeared, his eyes flashing with a vicious light.

Never in his life had he suffered such disgrace.

A mere newcomer, a brat he had once ignored as insignificant, had toyed with him before the entire sect.

But worse than humiliation…

It was Su Xiaobai's ways.

And in the eyes of Liu Zhenhai…

It was demonic.

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By dawn, Su Xiaobai's name was carried by every mouth in the sect.

A devil in human skin.

A maniac who dared to spill blood in broad daylight.

And Su Xiaobai?

He lay beneath the morning sun, fingers idly tapping his sword, a lazy smirk on his lips.

The result was achieved.

Fear. Chaos. A new order being carved into the bones of the sect.

Yet, a small thought nagged at the back of his mind.

If the ranked disciples of the inner court banded together to deal with him two weeks later…

He would be royally fucked.

Dual cultivating with Bai Yujian might help him push forward… but two weeks?

Too damn short.

No.

He needed those twins.

Originally, he had planned to be a good boy in this life. But when the choice was between surviving and dying…The answer was clear.

His gaze flickered. Tonight… he would find Zhu Qing. She could make those two women break before sunrise.

Little did he know…Tonight, something completely unexpected awaited him.

"Master… is the pressure enough?"

He lay upon a slab of cold ice, his body still, his breath slow.

Behind him, Lulu's delicate hands worked against his shoulders, pressing with an almost absentminded gentleness.

A perfect picture of tranquility.

Yet, not a single soul could have guessed what was running through his mind.

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Sword Peak Lord's Residence!

The halls of Sword Peak Lord's residence were bathed in the soft light of the afternoon.

Bai Yujian sat upon a chair, her gaze placid, her presence calm.

Across from her, upon a silk-draped bed, lay Zhu Qing—

One leg crossed over the other. A cup of wine idly swirling between her fingers.

"…You're leaving?"

The words were soft, but her eyes gleamed dangerously. Bai Yujian did not turn.

"Yes. After Su Xiaobai's battle, I will be gone for some time."

Zhu Qing's fingers tapped against the porcelain cup, her smile faint. How… unfortunate. Right when things were getting interesting. Still, as Bai Yujian continued, she understood.

With Zhao Tianxuan, Zhu Qing, and Xu Tianran at Great Ascension Realm, she could leave without concern.

Her path was solitary.

The pursuit of empires, the watchful eyes of those beyond the sect—this was a journey she could take alone.

Even so…

"Take care of Su Xiaobai while I'm gone," Bai Yujian said.

Zhu Qing paused.

Then…

Her soft lips twitched. "…Take care of him?"

Him? She nearly laughed aloud. Not a single fucking day had been peaceful since he arrived.

Not. One. Day.

"Before I leave, I will teach him Sword Intent," Bai Yujian continued. "I hope he will reach good progress before I return. Also…"

She glanced at Zhu Qing, voice calm.

"I will pass him to Mystic Peak. As your disciple."

Zhu Qing's hand froze mid-air.

"…Eh?"