I Really Am A Villain
Ch. 279 - How Can A Firefly Compete With The Radiance of The Moon?

As the pressure of the Emperor Meridian Realm rippled through the air, many of the gathered prodigies changed expressions. The Imperial Meridian Realm was truly a watershed, only the top five on the Holyflower Tyrant Ranking had stepped into this level. Even Luo He was still hovering at the peak of the Paragon Meridian Realm.

…

Xu Zimo drew out Shadow Tyrant, his blade roaring with thunder and blazing flames. He pointed it toward the purple-robed young man in the pavilion and said coldly: “Are you going to come out and die, or should I come in and kill you?”

“You really want to make an enemy of my Heaven-Severing Sacred Ground?” the purple-robed youth asked calmly.

“You talk too much,” Xu Zimo snorted.

He stepped into the air and slashed down directly at him.

“You’re going too far!” the Heaven-Severing Sacred Ground’s Holy Son’s face shifted, spiritforce gathering as he met the strike with a punch.

Boom!

Spiritforce exploded around them. The peaceful pavilion was cleaved down the middle, and the Holy Son was sent flying, crashing through multiple support pillars before slamming hard into the farthest pavilion.

Flames and thunder left scorched marks hanging in midair.

…

Everyone turned to look, The Holy Son’s face was pale, his body bloodied and torn. He staggered to his feet, barely holding on.

“Young Master Xu, let this end here. This is the Cai Clan’s tea gathering, we must take responsibility,” Cai Yueting said awkwardly from the side.

An elder stood beside her, stepping forward to block Xu Zimo. The powerful aura of the Empyrean Meridian Realm surged from him.

Squinting, the elder said coldly:

“Since you’ve caused such trouble… I have no choice but to subdue you and hand you over to Heaven-Severing Sacred Ground, to calm the Holy Son’s fury.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the power of the Empyrean Meridian Realm descended, aiming straight at Xu Zimo.

“Nineteen Forms of Dao-Seeking. Eleventh Form: Heaven Blood.”

Xu Zimo calmly drew Shadow Tyrant once more. Flames and thunder raged across the blade. A single drop of blood shimmered like a musical note on the steel’s deadly edge.

The broad blade carved through the air, summoning a sea of blood that swallowed all sin and hatred.

At the same time, Xu Zimo activated the Fifth Transformation of the War God’s Nine Transformations.

His slash tore open the heavens, shattering space like a dawn sky being split in two.

Everyone felt like the strike was slow, but it was so slow that it could not be dodged.

The elder’s spiritforce-formed palm clashed with Shadow Tyrant.

Xu Zimo grunted and was pushed back three or four steps.

But the Empyrean Meridian Realm elder was sent flying backward like a meteor.

The crowd was shocked.

Someone at the Imperial Meridian level had just overpowered an Empyrean Meridian Realm elder.

Even the top few on the Tyrant Ranking might not be capable of that.

All eyes fixed on Xu Zimo in disbelief. What kind of monster was this guy?

He glanced at the elder, then swept his gaze across the gathered prodigies.

“I said you’re all trash. Anyone want to argue?”

“He’s going too far!” one of the prodigies gritted his teeth.

“Don’t be rash,” another warned. “Didn’t you see? Even an Empyrean Meridian cultivator couldn’t stop him.”

Xu Zimo sneered and slowly approached the Heaven-Severing Sacred Ground’s Holy Son.

“Amitabha,” came a serene voice.

The Sacred Buddha stepped out, blocking his path.

“You’re filled with killing intent. Allow me to guide you.”

“You?” Xu Zimo chuckled, and slashed without hesitation.

The strike carried flames and a raging flood.

The Sacred Buddha stood calmly, hands pressed together, chanting scriptures. A golden Buddha halo radiated around him, and a true fate emerged behind him.

His Imperial Meridian aura surged. A massive Buddha phantom appeared in the sky behind him, its body bathed in golden light that blanketed the entire tea garden.

When Shadow Tyrant struck the Buddha, a loud "buzz" echoed, and the sword was deflected.

The Buddha’s eyes opened, radiating wrathful godpower. The surrounding spiritual energy and space exploded outward.

“Who does this guy think he is?” came the cold voice of Ghost Demon Prince.

“Maybe none of us can beat him alone… But together, we’ll make him pay for his arrogance.”

His aura surged, and he glanced at the Sacred Buddha.

“If it wasn’t for the reputation of Holyflower's prodigies, I’d never team up with you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his true fate emerged, a terrifying demonic phantom shrouded in black mist. Its face was twisted, molten like erupting lava, glowing red-hot.

Its aura was overflowing with killing intent, its body enormous like a being from ancient times.

“I’ll join too,” said Lord Luo He, his voice firm.

He stepped off the pavilion railing and ascended into the air. The Holy River Scripture appeared in front of him.

He opened to the first page and recited:

“The book says: The elements of heaven and earth can all be given spirit.”

Instantly, the surrounding spiritual energy surged.

A blast of magma burst from underground. At the same time, a bolt of lightning crashed from the heavens.

The two forces fused together, crackling and roaring.

Suddenly, a tiger-shaped creature formed, made of flame and lightning. Its body was a storm of energy, tearing space apart with every movement.

Now, in the garden stood the Holy Buddha glaring with righteous wrath, the Demon Phantom roaring in fury, and the Thunder-Fire Tiger howling at the sky.

The three massive beings covered the entire garden.

The pocket dimension was already beginning to destabilize, trembling violently.

No one paid heed to the Cai Clan’s shouts. The rest of the prodigies stood aside, watching this earth-shattering battle unfold.

…

“How can the light of a firefly compete with the radiance of the moon?”

Xu Zimo chuckled.

He carried Shadow Tyrant as he walked through the sky.

With each step, space cracked under his feet, unable to bear the pressure.

With each step, his aura intensified.

By the time he stood above the heavens, facing the three, his presence had already begun to overshadow all three combined.

Behind him, the phantom of a Sky Serpent slowly appeared, the sign of his War God’s Sixth Transformation.

Staring at the three great beings before him, Xu Zimo smiled faintly.

And as he drew his blade again,

A dragon’s roar echoed across the world.

“Seventh Transformation, Azure Dragon!”

As he activated the seventh form of the War God’s Nine Transformations, the Sky Serpent behind him shed its skin and began to evolve.