I'm Really a Villain-Chapter 1322: The Demon Lord Descends, All Demonic Skills Revive

The Demon Golden Crow roared into the world, its enormous body almost covering half the void.

People all around withdrew, seemingly afraid of getting involved.

Its wings vibrated as they reached the sky, its gaze like lightning. The power of this Demon Golden Crow was heart-stirring.

With a shout, Hong Jun directed the massive body of the Demon Golden Crow through the void, heading straight toward Xu Zimei.

"Hong Jun, why make things so tense?” Demon Tiande frowned and said.

He was a subordinate of Si Zu, belonging to the same lineage.

This time, he was also ordered by Si Zu to avoid meddling in this matter.

If the issue escalated, it would be a disgrace to him.

"Brother Tiande, don’t say I didn’t give you face,” Hong Jun said.

"With so many people watching today, if I just leave it at this, what of my position as the Mountain Master of Sun Mountain? What about my dignity?”

Demon Tiande frowned slightly, understanding Hong Jun’s intention.

He was of noble status, and with so many members of the Demon Race from Sun Mountain present.

If he retreated, he’d lose all respect.

"Fine, let it be,” Demon Tiande said directly.

"Let Si Zu worry about it. If it really gets out of hand, there’s still the Clan Leader.”

As the Demon Golden Crow charged, Xu Zimei’s eyes remained calm.

Hong Jun’s strength was indeed formidable, reaching the level of a Great Emperor.

He had comprehended two layers of the Profound Meaning: Demonic and Fire.

Xu Zimei was somewhat surprised, realizing that people of the Demon Race seemed inherently capable of comprehending two Profound Meanings.

The Demonic Profound Meaning came naturally, even without aiming to comprehend it.

And the Fire Profound Meaning was something Hong Jun comprehended through the power of the Golden Crow.

Just like in the Demonic Path, the Evil Demon comprehended the Principle of Void and the Principle of Demonic.

However, he didn’t mind; the stronger the Demon Race, the more beneficial it was for him.

He waved his right hand, and invisibly, water countered fire; the Profound Meanings of the world naturally complemented and opposed each other.

Just like the existence of all things in the world.

Behind him, a Demon Golden Crow was also condensed.

However, this Golden Crow was formed by the Water Principle.

"Golden Crow is originally fire; what is the water system,” Hong Jun sneered.

The two Demon Golden Crows flew in the void, bringing a vast sweep of Demonic Qi.

"Die,” Hong Jun shouted.

The intense flames threatened to melt the entire void.

With a “boom,” in the next moment, the two Demon Golden Crows collided, and endless cries of lamentation echoed.

Yet Hong Jun’s Demon Golden Crow had no resistance, turning directly into ashes.

Hong Jun suffered a severe injury, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure swayed, almost falling.

"Father,” Hong Ze shouted beside him.

"Mountain Master,” countless Demon Race members from Sun Mountain expressed their concern.

Each began to spread out, trying to encircle Xu Zimei.

"It’s nothing,” Hong Jun took a deep breath.

His originally pale face became flushed again.

"When did the Demon Race get someone like you, and why didn’t I know?” Hong Jun looked at Xu Zimei without any scorn.

Even though it was just a probing move, he understood that he had already lost that exchange.

He prided himself on knowing everyone stronger than him in the Demon Race, but he had never seen Xu Zimei.

"Since we’ve fought, it’s time to teach you a lesson,” Xu Zimei said.

"Then let’s see if you have the ability,” Hong Jun’s face grew stern, no longer holding back.

The Demonic Qi in his hand began to surge, accompanied by overwhelming emperor power that drew attention.

The Demonic Qi began to condense from gas to liquid, with a “swoosh” sound.

The Magic River was thick, stretching beyond sight in an instant.

"It’s the Demon Marsh,” someone exclaimed.

"It’s said the Sun Mountain is suppressed by the Land of Extreme Yin in our Demon Race,” another said.

"Sun power suppresses lunar energy, yet Hong Mountain Master practices Fire Profound Meaning.

How does he have this Demon Marsh?”

Discussions arose among the crowd.

"The Demon Marsh was formed from dense water, nourished by Demonic Qi for hundreds of years. Even if Hong Mountain Master’s Demon Marsh isn’t large.

But it’s not something anyone can withstand,” commented some who were more knowledgeable.

As the power of the Demon Marsh strengthened, Hong Jun’s surroundings gradually submerged.

A drop of the Demon Marsh hit the ground like a water droplet, piercing a large crater with just one drop.

Hong Jun waved his right hand, countless veins moved within him, seemingly to become tangible.

The whistling power flowed through him, and with wide furious eyes, a powerful shout of “kill” echoed in the Triumph Hall’s sky.

The Demon Marsh surged forth.

Xu Zimei did not speak; he felt it was time to reveal his identity.

For a person of the Demon Race, how could one reveal their identity straightforwardly?

With a smile on his lips, Xu Zimei activated the Prison Suppressor Demon Body.

Unlike ordinary Demonic Qi, the Demonic Qi on Xu Zimei became more pure.

It was as if he was born noble and supreme.

The nearby demons felt a pressing sense of oppression, as if this Demonic Qi was the king born in this world.

From black eyes, Demonic Qi surged forth.

Strands of purple patterns extended from the face to between the nostrils.

His black hair moved automatically, with a momentum like a whirlwind storm, enveloping the entire world.

"What powerful Demonic Qi,” someone murmured.

"When did such a strong presence appear in our Demon Race?”

"Strong is good; it means our Demon Race is rising,” people discussed.

Only Hong Jun’s face turned pale on the opposite side.

He sensed that he was not a match for Xu Zimei.

Yet tragically, he was now drawing the bowstring and had no choice but to release the arrow.

The Demon Marsh had already terrifyingly swept over.

Seeing the Prison Suppressor Demon Body, many in the Demon Race felt nothing.

They were the new generation of the Demon Race; most had never seen what was called the Demon Lord.

On rare occasions, they might catch a glimpse or hear a fragment in books.

But the Demon Race was not short of some old relics.

In the academy, an elder who had accompanied Xu Zimei before was leaning next to his books, reading, sensing something.

His gaze reflected toward the sky, where the Demonic Qi soared.

He slowly stood up and walked toward the window, while the slovenly elder outside hurried in.

"Demon Sage, this…,” the slovenly elder hesitated.

"I will ascend Heaven’s Threshold, singing a song of wind and laughter to the immortals and gods,” the Demon Sage burst into laughter.

And on the other side of the Demon Realm, in a world almost entirely frozen in ice.

Snow and wind swirled, and Demon Dragons lay sleeping within.

But upon closer inspection, those Demon Dragons had been dead for some time, merely housing someone within.

It was at this moment, a lean and black hand tore the dragon’s body apart.

As the cracks in the dragon body grew larger, a massive figure stood up from within.

"They have come, after an epoch of waiting, settling those scores is inevitable.”

His voice echoed in the icy snowy frost, shattering the ice layers, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

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