I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 935 - 934 Unparalleled Talented Disciples, Moke Ancestor

"You shouldn’t have gotten involved in this matter," Lu Changgen said with a hoarse voice.

"Why shouldn’t I?" Ji Ruobing replied indifferently.

"Just because it’s you? Lu Changgen, you’re far too full of yourself."

"Originally, I didn’t want to do this, but because of your intervention, they all have to die," Lu Changgen’s sword trembled in his hand.

He extended his tongue and licked his lips, as if thinking about something exciting.

At this moment, Xu Zimei also walked out of the shop.

He glanced at Lu Changgen, slightly surprised.

The two had met before.

On his way to the Tianwu Conference, he and the monk Da Zhi had seen a young man fighting the Undying Race.

That young man possessed one of the Hundred Great Battle Bodies, the Undying Body.

Moreover, based on the moves he used, Da Zhi had deduced that he was a disciple of the Slaying Immortal Sect.

Xu Zimei hadn’t expected to meet him again in such a manner.

However, Xu Zimei felt that the other party had probably forgotten him.

After all, it was just a brief encounter, without much interaction.

"Young Master Xu," Fan Luoyu greeted from the side.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly, yawned, and said, "What’s going on today?

The streets are so deserted, nothing like their usual bustle."

Fan Luoyu gently tugged at Xu Zimei’s sleeve and said, "That guy up ahead is Lu Changgen."

"I know," Xu Zimei nodded, then turned to Ji Ruobing and asked, "Can you defeat him?"

"Fifty-fifty," Ji Ruobing replied calmly.

Lu Changgen, just like his brother Lu Changhen, was one of the unparalleled Talented Disciples, one in ten thousand.

If it weren’t for his excessive killer instinct, he might also be a contender for the position of Saint Heir.

"Then I’ll leave it to you," Xu Zimei waved his hand.

If Xu Zimei could avoid getting involved, he preferred to stay out of it.

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After all, once he took action, it meant trouble was sure to follow.

Lu Changgen seemed to hold a high position within the Slaying Immortal Sect, and if Xu Zimei accidentally killed him,

the elders of the Slaying Immortal Sect would be the next ones to come knocking, a cycle Xu Zimei found utterly tedious.

Let Ji Ruobing handle it, since they were all from the same Sect Gate, whatever the quarrel, it remained an internal matter.

"Hey, how can you be so ungentlemanly," the youth called Zhi Hang shouted at Xu Zimei.

"How can you let a woman handle such matters, you’ve already defeated the Senior Sister before, what’s there to fear?"

"You want to play the hero, hm?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Then how about... you go?"

"You," Zhi Hang pointed at Xu Zimei, unable to speak for a moment.

"Fine, I’ll go; I see you are nothing but a coward."

"Oh, you figured that out, did you," Xu Zimei chuckled.

Zhi Hang snorted and faced Lu Changgen with a broad longsword in his hands.

"Step aside," Lu Changgen said flatly.

"I won’t," Zhi Hang stood his ground despite some trepidation.

"Do you want to die?" Lu Changgen looked up, the murderous intent in his eyes growing wildly.

"Zhi Hang, you’re no match for him, let me handle it," Ji Ruobing said from the side.

Her aura surged around her as she slowly stepped forward.

She instructed, "Xian Ying and Zhi Hang, you two just protect Miss Fan."

"Saintess, I was just thinking of asking you for some pointers," Lu Changgen looked at Ji Ruobing with a certain excitement in his eyes.

"Ancient Sword Technique," Ji Ruobing snorted coldly as her longsword cut through layers of clouds, conjuring countless moves and striking at Lu Changgen.

On this broad main street, there was not a soul in sight.

Only the soaring Sword Qi echoed endlessly.

"Hide the sword within the blade, let it approach all seas," Lu Changgen naturally wouldn’t show any weakness either.

A flash of bloodred danced upon the sword’s edge, followed swiftly by the endless roll of Sword Intent.

When the two distinct Sword Qis collided, each was filled with profound meaning.

There were swords that had traveled through ancient times to shine in the world, their edges glaringly evident.

And there were swords with an overwhelming aura, their killing intent soaring straight to the ninth heaven, the Sword of Slaughter descended.

"Do you think who will win?" Xu Zimei leaned comfortably against the shop’s doorway, asking with a smile.

Zhi Hang, still puffed up with anger from the earlier incident, shot Xu Zimei a glance but didn’t respond.

However, Xian Ying on the side couldn’t help but smile and say, "Before Sister left the Sect Gate, she had a fight with that Lu Changgen.

But it ended in a draw – neither gained an advantage.

After so much time has passed, it comes down to who has improved more."

"Of course, it’s Sister Ji," Zhi Hang promptly replied.

"That Lu fellow, even his brother might not be a match for Sister.

When the time comes, Sister will assuredly be the one who takes up Destiny."

"It seems you have blind confidence in Ji Ruobing," Xu Zimei laughed.

"Absolutely," Zhi Hang responded with certainty.

"I heard Ji Ruobing is practicing the Ancient Sword Technique of the Ancient Emperor.

And that Lu Changgen, he’s practicing the Way of Slaughter of your Sect’s Ancestor, Emperor Lu."

Xu Zimei smiled, "This battle looks to be quite interesting."

The Ancestor of the Slaying Immortal Sect, Emperor Lu, was also an impressive Great Emperor.

In fact, people often compared Emperor Lu with the Slaughter Great Emperor.

But the two were indeed of two entirely different extremes.

The Slaughter Great Emperor followed a path of absolutes, strictly adhering to life-or-death principles.

It was either kill or be killed, no other paths to walk.

Emperor Lu, while also having taken many lives, cultivated the Way of Destruction, not the Way of Slaughter.

Although these two paths have some similarities to a degree.

The difference between paths is distinct, especially as such differences are infinitely amplified further down the path.

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At this moment, in the main street’s center, the two were locked in combat.

Two streams of different Sword Intents surged.

Buildings all around were collapsing, yet the battle remained undecided.

"Slaying Immortal Strike," Lu Changgen, dressed in blue robes, rang loudly amid the Mad Wind.

His Sword Intent was frenzied, carrying an air of destruction.

Ji Ruobing’s Sword Intent, however, was just as resolute, like a Sky-reaching Great Tree soaring high, wanting to tear the Firmament apart.

With a loud "boom," Sword Intents clashed once more, and space itself was bifurcated, causing the winds and clouds to change, darkness descending on both the heavens and the earth.

"Again," Ji Ruobing uttered with a cold snort.

Behind her, the Myriad Tribulations Cone began to manifest, and the moment her True Fate appeared, she seemed godlike.

Holding a Thunderbolt in her hand, she uttered softly,

"Heavenly Thunder Tribulation."

The thunderclouds above began to gather, but at that moment, a stern rebuke was heard.

"Enough, do you wish to destroy this Immortal City?"

The moment the rebuke rang out, a tremendous suppressive force arrived.

It forcibly suppressed Ji Ruobing’s Myriad Tribulations Cone.

The thunderclouds in the sky also began to dissipate.

The crowd looked surprised, all turning their gazes toward the northern horizon.

There, the silhouette of an elder gradually solidified in the sky.

"The Moke Ancestor."