I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 889: The body was taken just like that? They probably slept for more than 10,000 years.

Seemingly from an unknown realm, a powerful gust of black wind swept through and revealed an ancient and ominous flag. Illuminated by flickering black light, the flag exuded a murderous aura.

Wang Wushang shook his hands and cast the flag that created a dark shadow across the star field. Simultaneously, a dense black fog materialized into a fearsome black dragon, bellowing and shaking the very fabric of the universe. Stars quivered, cracks emerged, and an ominous death energy permeated that evoked a connection to the mythical Nine Hells.

While not yet reaching the true immortal realm, Wang Wushang who was a descendant of the immortal kings, stood unparalleled among his peers. His decisive and ruthless actions alone instilled fear in those around him. Anyone caught off guard below the immortal realm level faced severe injuries or even death.

Ni Chen, however, proved to be resilient. In a moment of clarity, he reacted swiftly. His eyes narrowed with determination.

“You are truly despicable,” he uttered with a low voice. Brilliance emanated beneath his feet as intricate runes intertwined, forming an expansive lotus pattern. The lotus bloomed with a Dao resonance, and divine light merged into a series of remarkable divine swords, slashing toward Wang Wushang with resounding clanks.

Undeterred, Wang Wushang, having sacrificed the Black Dragon Extinguishing Soul flag, pressed forward. His colossal hand descended like an indestructible mountain, causing the starry sky to quake and creating vast rifts. Acquired from a cave ruin on a boundless battlefield, the Black Dragon Extinguishing Soul flag. It had 108 layers of restrictions, and possessed unparalleled power. Though some restrictions had been destroyed, if the remaining ones could be fully activated, even a true immortal’s attack could be resisted.

This is merely my most straightforward approach.

“How do you plan to thwart me?” Wang Wushang sneered, his figure darting swiftly like a shadow beneath the starry sky. A plain bag materialized between the folds of his sleeves.

It emanated a terrifying devouring force from the bag that expanded in the wind, resembling a mountain peak suspended in the sky. The thick spiritual energy, akin to a mountain, transformed into wolf-like smoke and was promptly engulfed. Adorned with numerous ancient treasures containing formidable power, Wang Wushang simultaneously executed heavenly techniques and unleashed potent maneuvers.

Radiating divine majesty, a vague phantom of an innate god materialized behind him. Eighteen blood-colored lights converging above his head and each resembling an ancient world. Indifferent yet towering, Wang Wushang waved his hand, shattering the sky. It caused the stars to teeter on the brink of explosion.

“This adversary wields formidable strength. With my current abilities, defeating him won’t be easy without revealing my true realm,” Ni Chen contemplated.

However, given Wang Wushang’s backing of immortal fairy kings in his family, there might be life-saving artifacts or potent trump cards.

Before revealing all my cards, caution is imperative.

Ni Chen flickered his eyes. Retreating backward, he employed an ancient technique, avoiding a confrontation with Wang Wushang. The stars once exploded into dust, reconstituting themselves in front of him that made a barrier against Wang Wushang.

Despite its efficacy, the ancient technique only served as a temporary delay before succumbing to Wang Wushang’s onslaught. The Black Dragon Extinguishing Soul flag unfurled and a black gust of wind, threatening to tear the sky asunder. It carried an assault aimed at the soul. Ni Chen, even feeling a tingling pain between his brows, sensed his soul on the verge of departing, shattered by the resounding roar of the Black Dragon Extinguishing Soul flag.

Yet, being no mortal, Ni Chen promptly regained his composure. He starts employing the secret technique of the Underworld clan to establish restrictions, stabilizing the tumultuous starry sky. Concealing that he had taken control of this realm as a clone was a crucial trump card.

“Is concealment your sole recourse?” Wang Wushang spoke indifferently. His body radiating a formidable aura akin to an ancient god – majestic and awe-inspiring, inducing tremors in those who witnessed it. The intense battle between the two unfolded with terrifying fluctuations that endured for an extended duration.

Ni Chen further plunged the already desolate star field into chaos in his attempts to evade. Various chaotic auras erupted, causing distant stars to explode. However, as Wang Wushang forcefully closed in, Ni Chen’s narrowed eyes signaled the opportune moment. He uttered in a low voice, “Now’s the time.”

Sensing Wang Wushang’s intrusion into his realm, Ni Chen knew escape was impossible. This was his domain, suppressing anyone who dared to tread on it. As his words echoed, the starry sky quaked, its once-dim expanse losing color and vitality instantly.

A crushing force descended, akin to thousands of mountains plummeting. The will of the starry sky manifested and cold eyes surveying the realm. This unimaginably potent force surged towards Wang Wushang. It causes him to stagger, coughing up blood. His legs felt as heavy as ten thousand pounds, impeding movement. Ancient treasures lost their strength, cascading from the starry sky.

What’s happening?

This is the power inherent to this starry sky. Who are you?

Wang Wushang’s previously indifferent face now bore a look of disbelief as he struggled against the oppressive force.

Yet, with each attempt to rise, the force intensified, shattering his bones. Blood mist exploded, filling the void as his body succumbed to the pressure and pinned to the ground.

Where is your pride now?

Ni Chen stood nearby, a faint mockery playing on his face. He had patiently awaited this moment, seizing the opportune time to turn the tide.

Puff!!!

The entire starry sky served as Ni Chen’s domain; anyone stepping into it would face suppression unless possessed the strength to tear and destroy the cosmic expanse—a level Wang Wushang had yet to attain. This characteristic exemplified the formidable nature of the Underworld Clan.

“Why wield the power of this starry sky?” Wang Wushang questioned. An expression of disbelief on his face as he coughed up blood. Bearing the weight of the starry sky on his shoulders, even his will crumbled, and his body seemed on the verge of being crushed.

Ni Chen responded casually, “You should harbor that doubt,” preferring not to disclose that he had claimed this portion of the starry sky. The Underworld Clan’s unique talent played a role here, an aspect Wang Wushang likely hadn’t anticipated.

“I had intended to seek you out, but you’ve conveniently presented yourself,” Ni Chen remarked, approaching with a tiny vortex in his palm and a nebula filling the sky. His eye sockets deepened that resembled the boundless universe. Gradually, he dissipated into a thick fog enveloping Wang Wushang.

Wang Wushang, now unable to stand, expressed anger but found his limbs exploding in agony. Covered in blood mist, he was utterly helpless. The indifference and confidence he once exhibited had vanished, replaced by disbelief and fear.

As the thick fog surrounded him, Ni Chen continued the takeover process. Surprisingly, the possession unfolded quickly, leaving him slightly surprised and uneasy. Wang Wushang succumbed effortlessly?

Meanwhile, in the Moon King Palace, Wang Ziji awoke in a serene courtyard. Her blue hair fell loosely around her, and her eyes reflected a lingering drowsiness as if emerging from a lengthy slumber.

“How long have I been asleep?” she mumbled, propping herself on the bed.

“Not too long, probably more than ten thousand years,” replied a voice at the door. Gu Changge stood there, holding hot tea in a leisurely manner.

Wang Ziji’s eyes widened at the revelation, her drowsiness abruptly replaced by a sudden sobriety.