The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

THUD!

In front of thousands, under the gaze of elders, disciples, and peak lords—

Liu Zhenhai fell to his knees.

Silence.

Pure, absolute silence.

Compared to the battles before this, this wasn't even a fight.

This was a public execution.

Even Bai Yujian, Liu Zhenhai's own previous master, refused to look at him.

She was never the type to blindly protect her disciples, but this?

This was humiliating beyond words.

She had trained Liu Zhenhai for decades.

And yet—in just a few months, Su Xiaobai had turned him into this?

Was her teaching that useless?

Or was this brat simply too monstrous?

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Su Xiaobai's grin widened as he watched Liu Zhenhai's trembling body, soaked in sweat and disgrace.

A few months ago, this man could have crushed him effortlessly.

Now?

He was nothing.

And the best part?

He did this to himself.

A swordsman's worst enemy isn't another cultivator—it's his own emotions.

Rage?

A death sentence.

A sword doesn't move from anger.

It moves from clarity.

And Liu Zhenhai?

He had none.

He was so blinded by revenge, so desperate to defeat Su Xiaobai, that he had never even noticed the trap forming beneath his feet.

And now—it was too late.

BANG!

Liu Zhenhai's fist slammed into the ground, his voice trembling.

"Curse you..."

His eyes burned red, his body shaking.

Why?!

WHY?!

Just months ago, he could have crushed Su Xiaobai like an insect.

But now?

Now, he was the insect.

His chest tightened, his thoughts spiraling.

Tears of blood slid down his cheeks.

And yet—Su Xiaobai didn't care.

He strolled forward, his expression lighthearted, almost lazy.

Then—

BAM!

A impact.

Su Xiaobai's foot connected cleanly with Liu Zhenhai's face, kicking him sideways like a discarded rag.

"hiss!!"

Liu Zhenhai's head jerked violently, but he refused to scream.

He bit his lip, his blood dripping onto the shattered ground.

Some disciples flinched.

They had seen Su Xiaobai be ruthless before.

But this?

Even when his opponent was already on his knees—

He still kicked him down.

For a brief moment, the sect's sympathy wavered.

Was this… too cruel?

But just as the whispers began to rise—

Su Xiaobai laughed.

Not a soft chuckle.

A sharp, mocking sneer.

Then, his voice thundered across the arena.

"You fools."

His eyes swept the crowd, his tone filled with mockery.

"Are you really feeling sorry… for a dog?"

Silence.

Then, confusion.

"A beast that dared to harm his own martial sisters—"

His gaze narrowed, his voice filled with ridicule.

"Do you think this kind of bastard deserves sympathy?"

The disciples froze.

Their sympathy evaporated.

Then—they turned.

One by one—

Their expressions twisted.

From hesitation.

To disgust.

Then, the curses began.

"Right! A filthy traitor like him deserves worse!"

"Senior Brother Su is too kind! If it were me, I'd have cut off his thing!"

"What's the matter, Liu Zhenhai?! You were barking so loudly before! Why so quiet now?!"

Laughter erupted.

Mockery piled on top of him.

They spat.

They jeered.

Even a core formation disciple smirked.

"Tsk. All that training for what? To get beaten like a dog in public? What a fucking joke!"

An inner sect disciple sneered.

"Where's your sword, Brother Liu?"

He mockingly held out his own sword.

"Come on, pick it up. Fight me! Or are you only good at bullying defenseless girls?!"

More laughter.

More taunts.

They were enjoying it.

They were feeding on it.

And Liu Zhenhai?

His body shook violently.

"Shut up..."

They didn't.

"Shut up...!!"

The black miasma started coiling around his body.

His breath turned ragged.

His chest tightened, his body shook uncontrollably.

He hadn't done anything.

He wasn't the villain.

It was Su Xiaobai.

That bastard had framed him. Turned everyone against him.

So why—

Why couldn't anyone see it?!

"IT WASN'T ME!"

His voice cracked.

But no one listened.

They kept laughing.

Kept mocking.

Kept cursing him.

And then—

His heart stopped beating.

A deep, visceral silence filled his mind.

And in that silence—

Something laughed.

Heart demon....

A Heart Demon is not a creature. It is not an external enemy.

It is the darkest, most twisted reflection of oneself.

The deeper a cultivator's emotions, the stronger their Dao Heart—the core of their beliefs, the foundation of their cultivation.

But when those emotions become too overwhelming—

When hatred, grief, humiliation, and despair fester unchecked—

A cultivator's own mind becomes their worst enemy.

And from that torment—

The Heart Demon is born.

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Liu Zhenhai's vision blurred.

A dark mist began coiling around his body—thin tendrils of black miasma, slithering into his veins like living shadows.

This was not ordinary Qi.

This was corruption.

The impurity formed when one's Dao Heart collapses, when their spiritual foundation cracks.

The moment the black miasma took root—

His aura twisted.

It was no longer the sword aura of a noble cultivator.

It became sinister, writhing, feeding on his rage.

His body convulsed.

His thoughts screeched in agony.

And in the next moment—

The Heart Demon whispered.

> "They hate you."

> "They mock you."

> "You are nothing to them."

> "But I can make them suffer."

Liu Zhenhai's eyes trembled.

A cold chill clawed at his very soul.

"W-What is this...?"

But it wasn't a question.

It was a realization.

Because deep down—

He already knew.

This was himself.

The rage. The shame. The hatred.

Everything he had tried to suppress—

Now had a voice.

And it was laughing.

> "Let go."

> "You have nothing left."

> "Destroy them."

Liu Zhenhai's fingernails dug into the dirt, his entire body trembling.

But the miasma thickened.

His cultivation base shook violently—his sword intent becoming unstable, distorted.

His soul foundation—his very path of cultivation—

Was crumbling.

> "Give in, Liu Zhenhai."

> "Let me take control."

And for the first time—

Liu Zhenhai felt fear.

Real, bone-deep terror.

Because he knew—

Once he fully succumbed—

He would never be Liu Zhenhai again.

And then—

A shadow stood over him.

Bang!

Su Xiaobai's foot pressed against his back, forcing him even lower into the dirt.

"Crawling already, Brother Liu?"

His voice was light, playful—mocking.

"At least act like a man."

The crowd erupted in laughter.

The curses poured like rain.

"Look at him! He can't even stand anymore!"

"Senior Brother Su, just put a collar on him and take him home as a pet!"

"No, no, no! You don't keep a dog like this! You put it down! Hahaha!"

"Liu Zhenhai? More like Liu ZhenGOU! (Liu Dog!)"

The mockery dug deep.

Every word was a blade.

Every laugh was a cut to his soul.

And beneath the pressure of the humiliation, the betrayal, and the dark whispers—

His Dao Heart collapsed.

His vision turned black.

His soul foundation cracked.

And then—

The Heart Demon devoured him whole.

Whoosh!

Liu Zhenhai's pupils vanished, swallowed by an abyss of eternal darkness.

The black miasma was no longer hidden.

It slithered around his body like ghostly serpents, visible to the naked eye, twisting and writhing like a living curse.

And then—

"Su Xiaobai, be careful!"

The first to shout wasn't Bai Yujian, nor the sect elders—

It was Xu Tianran.

His face twisted into a rare expression of genuine concern, his voice booming across the arena—it felt like he actually cared whether Su Xiaobai lived or died.

But the warning came too late.

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Liu Zhenhai—still kneeling in the dirt, humiliated, broken—

His fingers trembled.

Then—

GULP.

He threw the black obsidian pill into his mouth, swallowing it in one motion.

A low hum vibrated through his body, the pill dissolving instantly, its contents surging through his dantian like molten lead.

As the power spread, so did his madness.

His face twisted, his lips curling back—a sneer? A sob? Even he didn't know anymore.

And then he spoke.

A low whisper at first, barely heard.
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"That bitch… Lan Meiyu…"

The arena fell silent.

But Liu Zhenhai's voice rose, trembling with venom and agony.

"Why?! Why was it always you?! I never cared about you! I never wanted you!"

His eyes—black pits of hate and sorrow—snapped to the heavens.

"I— I only ever wanted to stand beside Bai Yujian…!"

A shocked murmur rippled through the crowd.

Bai Yujian's beautiful face twisted in a frown.

But Liu Zhenhai wasn't finished.