I Truly Am The Villian
Chapter 1356 1355: Doomsday Storm, How Difficult Is Creation

This slash cracked the firmament, and it seemed as if a great chasm crossed the heavens and earth.

He Feiyang's charging figure hadn't even touched the Blade Intent, and the aftershock had already sent him flying.

He took more than a dozen steps back before finally coming to a halt.

"You're clearly a Great Emperor. Why do you possess the Power of Laws?" He Feiyang asked gravely with narrowed eyes.

"I've said it before, no one can stop me from getting what I want," Xu Zimei replied.

He Feiyang let out a cold snort, seemingly dissatisfied with Xu Zimei's arrogant words.

"No one can take what I don't give," he said.

He Feiyang stood in the void, exuding a solitary presence as if looking down upon all beings.

The Zixia Qi around him kept gathering towards him, and his aura grew increasingly stronger.

In the blink of an eye, it exuded Holy Power.

A tremendous force raged across the firmament, and Hurricane roared.

"And now?" He Feiyang snorted coldly.

"Look beside you," Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.

He Feiyang turned his head, and his face changed dramatically the instant he saw a man standing beside the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower.

The man was Bai Meng.

He Feiyang was terrified, not knowing when Bai Meng had arrived there.

Staring at Bai Meng for a long time, He Feiyang finally spoke, "Holy King?"

Bai Meng only smiled without speaking, as Demonic Qi covered his right hand, slowly reaching for the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower.

"Who are you?" He Feiyang hurriedly asked.

He was also uncertain in his heart.

"I am but a lowly Demon General under my lord," Bai Meng shook his head.

As if his name wasn't worth mentioning.

"You're joking. He's just a Great Emperor. What capabilities does he have," He Feiyang obviously didn't believe it.

"There are things in this world that are beyond your comprehension," Bai Meng shook his head slightly.

"Playing tricks," He Feiyang said coldly, "No matter who you are, you can't take the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower."

"You have no say in this," Bai Meng shook his head.

He had already grabbed the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower with his right hand, and the flower had gained sentience.

It strongly resisted Bai Meng, with powerful force emanating from its petals, continuously trying to break free from Bai Meng's grasp.

"Courting death," He Feiyang shouted loudly.

The Zixia Qi around him spread for thousands of miles, temporarily elevating his cultivation to the level he had achieved long ago upon entering sainthood.

"I heard your ancestor once aspired to destroy the world and created a unique move. Have you learned a bit of it?" Xu Zimei, standing aside, asked with a smile.

He Feiyang was a descendant of Tian Wu, the Wind God, who nearly destroyed the world back then, ultimately being subdued and killed.

The reasons had been lost over several eras, likely unknown to anyone now.

"Why don't you just give it a try and find out?" He Feiyang said indifferently, without irritation.

He closed his eyes slightly, contemplating for a moment.

Then a faint breeze flashed across his eyes.

"Wind is everywhere, it can gently brush by or sweep across the heavens and earth," He Feiyang said solemnly.

He seemed to be praying, as the fierce wind swirled around him.

Starting from a gentle breeze, it became violent, overwhelming the sky, dimming it, seeming to ravage heaven and earth.

"Doomsday Storm."

The wind between heaven and earth changed, no longer an ordinary wind, but a series of pitch-black gusts resembling the eerie silence before doomsday.

The wind was everywhere, and as it brushed past Xu Zimei's face, it felt like a blade cutting, causing stinging pain.

All the winds converged around He Feiyang, forming a tornado storm.

The pitch-black storm cracked even the firmament, leaving the earth devastated and scarred.

"Kill," He Feiyang commanded the Doomsday Storm, directing it towards Bai Meng.

"A very good technique, mastering the Wind Principle to perfection.

If you ever reach the Holy King level, you might truly, leaning on the shade of your ancestor, trace a sliver of the rules," Bai Meng said approvingly.

"But in the end, your realm is still too low.

You can't fight me without surpassing the Holy King," he continued.

Back then, He Feiyang at his peak was merely a Great Saint, just one step away from the Holy King.

All he's been preparing for these years is to transcend into a Holy King, to possess two Life and Death Souls, nothing more.

Bai Meng waved his right hand, condensing Despair Demon Qi into a Despair Scythe.

Grasping the scythe, he seemed like the Death God incarnate.

As the Doomsday Storm approached, he swung the scythe directly.

This appeared to be just an ordinary scythe swing.

But when it slashed out, it seemed to sever dawn and dusk, shattering this small world.

Even He Feiyang had a hallucination, as if the scythe sliced across his neck.

Even his Divine Soul seemed to be harvested.

This chilling sensation encompassed his whole being for just a moment, even though He Feiyang knew all this was merely an illusion.

Eventually, a single swing split the flourishing world.

The Doomsday Storm dissipated into ashes under the sweep of this swing.

It was as if this truly was the end of days, true destruction.

Witnessing this scene, He Feiyang swallowed hard and remained silent for a long, long time.

Watching helplessly as Bai Meng plucked the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower, then handed it over to Xu Zimei.

He finally smiled bitterly and said, "I shouldn't have provoked you at all, it's like inviting a wolf into the house."

He initially used the Wind God's legacy as bait to draw the Demon Race into the game.

Only to realize, when faced with overwhelming power, all schemes are but futile resistance.

"When do you plan to give me the remaining inheritance?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Do you still have the face to ask for the inheritance?" He Feiyang said, "Do you think I will give it to you?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Xu Zimei retorted.

"What if I could ensure your success in becoming a Holy King?"

"Would you be willing to return the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower to me?" He Feiyang asked in astonishment.

"Helping you become a Holy King might not necessarily require the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower," Xu Zimei laughed.

"Oh, then I'm eager to hear more," He Feiyang replied.

He thought Xu Zimei was boasting because reincarnation itself is a complex matter.

Without the aid of divine items like the Life Soul Ghost Face Flower, achieving it would be extremely difficult.

Even he himself held little hope in his heart.

"In your reincarnation cultivation, all you're lacking is the baptism of Power of Laws and a bit of Creation Force," Xu Zimei explained.

The Creation Force would reshape his body, while the Power of Laws would help him step into the Holy King realm.

They were both indispensable.

"You make it sound easy, Creation Force creates life, but that's the domain of Heaven.

We are merely looking for some divine items with Creation Force," He Feiyang shook his head and said.

"Creation Force is no big deal," Xu Zimei slowly raised his right hand.

He Feiyang initially didn't care, but upon seeing the power flowing from Xu Zimei's right hand, his eyes widened.

His breathing became rapid.

"Cr-Creation Force," he stammered.

He then scrutinized Xu Zimei up and down, asking, "Could it be that you're the incarnation of Heaven?"