I Really Am A Villain
Ch. 200 - I Am Just A Tea Seller

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Seeing the scene unfold, the Five Ancestors of the Stone Tablet turned pale. Only now did they realize they had provoked a true ancestor of the beast race.

Without hesitation, the five scattered in different directions to escape.

But Chaos had already locked down the entire region. With the space itself suppressed, it became nearly impossible for any cultivator to break through. Under this pressure, everyone’s movements felt painfully slow.

Primordial Ancient City fell into total chaos. Those who had previously rallied to fight Chaos now panicked like ants on a hot pan, desperately fleeing in every direction.

Many were even trampled to death in the surging crowd.

Chaos showed no mercy. It continued its massacre of fleeing cultivators. Its colossal body moved with unstoppable force, slaughtering indiscriminately. Blood rained from the sky, flesh flew in all directions, and bones were ground to dust.

An overwhelming beastly aura blanketed the land. The one-sided war raged on.

…

On a remote street, by a small tea stall, an old man quietly read from his tea manual.

A thin wisp of steam rose from the cup in front of him. The soothing fragrance of tea filled the air.

Even with countless people dying nearby, the skies raining blood, and endless screams filling the air, he didn’t so much as frown.

Beside him, a little girl’s face was pale with fear.

“Grandpa, we should leave too,” she said nervously.

“It’s okay, Little Qi,” the old man smiled gently. “Are you scared?”

“I’m not scared,” the girl quickly shook her head, her chubby cheeks tense with worry. Then she threw herself into the old man’s arms and burst into tears. “I’m just scared that the monster will kill you too. I don’t want to lose you, Grandpa!”

The old man gently patted her back and smiled kindly.

“Don’t be afraid. Just sleep for a bit, and when you wake up… everything will be over.”

He watched as the girl fell asleep in his arms. Carefully, he laid her on a reclining chair and stood up slowly.

His white hair fluttered gently in the wind. He gazed calmly at the apocalyptic scene unfolding across the city.

A cultivator had just fallen from the sky, crashing into a small cart beside the tea stall, shattering it completely.

Bloodied and broken, the cultivator lay at the old man’s feet, desperately pleading: “Help… help me…”

The old man glanced at him coldly, then stepped over the dying man without a word, walking calmly toward Chaos.

A cold wind howled through the air, the winter chill sweeping across the battlefield.

Flakes of snow began to fall from the sky, dancing and spinning in the frigid wind.

The snowfall grew heavier, until the entire sky was filled with a blizzard of white.

…

“Enough,” a soft sigh echoed across Primordial Ancient City.

The voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper.

But somehow, everyone in the city heard it, even Xu Zimo was no exception.

Chaos paused, frowning and scanning the surroundings.

Then a figure emerged, walking through the air from the distant horizon.

It was an elderly man, dressed in a simple, coarse blue robe. His face was deeply lined with wrinkles, each one telling the story of a long, weary life.

“Who are you?” Chaos asked warily.

Despite the man’s plain appearance, Chaos couldn’t sense his cultivation. He seemed ordinary, and yet... a tremendous pressure loomed over Chaos's heart.

“That’s not important,” the old man replied flatly. “You’ve made enough noise. It’s time to leave, let this city have its peace.”

Ripples spread in the air as Xu Zimo’s figure materialized nearby.

“The show’s over,” the old man said calmly.

“And what does that have to do with you?” Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes.

“If you refuse to leave,” the old man said softly, “then you’ll stay here permanently.”

“You?” Chaos snorted and slammed a claw toward the old man.

But the old man simply raised a hand, gathering a faint blue light at his fingertips.

With a gentle flick, the blue glow burst forth.

Spiritforce surged in the sky, and with a thunderous boom, Chaos’s massive body was sent flying and crashed to the ground.

Everyone fleeing stopped dead in their tracks.

“W-Who is that?” someone gasped in disbelief.

One Leaf Ancient God stood still, staring at the old man, deep in thought.

Chaos rose slowly, glaring at the elder, roaring furiously, but not daring to strike again. That last blow had made it abundantly clear: this old man was no ordinary person.

…

“I’m just a failure,” the old man said quietly. “The fate of this city means nothing to me. But now… I just want to live in peace.”

As he finished speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

The surrounding space split apart, forming visible cracks in the air.

His robe fluttered violently in the wind. Snowflakes danced around him, blending with the momentum of his aura.

A blood-colored river descended from the heavens like a galaxy in reverse, it was his True Fate.

The entire world began to collapse under its weight.

Reality itself struggled to contain the force, continuously breaking and healing in an endless cycle.

Divine celestial energy flooded the sky. And when the old man opened his eyes…

The world seemed to revolve around him.

When he opened his eyes, it was day. When he closed them, it was night.

Chaos’s face turned pale.

“An Immortal… He’s reached the Arcane Immortal Realm! He’s opened the ninth meridian gate, he’s stepped onto the Path of Immortality!”

“Who are you?” Xu Zimo asked, frowning.

“A name is just a label,” the old man replied.

His voice echoed across the heavens. The blood river in the sky churned violently, filled with the sins of the world.

“The world… prefers to call me Madblood.”

At this name, One Leaf Ancient God visibly paled. He looked at the sky in horror and shouted: “You’re Madblood the Demon, the butcher who destroyed thousands of cities, whose massacres left the land soaked in blood!”

“So someone still remembers me,” the old man chuckled. Then he shook his head. “Relax. I’m just a tea seller now.”

…

People nearby turned pale at the name. Some trembled uncontrollably.

Others, unfamiliar, asked, “Who’s Madblood?”

“You don’t know?!” someone whispered back in shock. “A demon who kills without blinking, the stuff of nightmares!”