I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1080 - 1079: War God, Brawling

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Chapter 1080 -1079: War God, Brawling

In front of these tens of thousands of golden figures stood a man dressed in a golden robe, straddling a golden warhorse, wielding a golden saber.

The golden helmet atop his head cast a slowly brightening glow.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, and his warhorse neighed fiercely.

The firmament above was overtaken by the gold.

The tens of thousands of golden figures behind him were also brimming with overwhelming power, suppressing everything.

“So you really did come,” the golden figure spoke indifferently.

“And you are?” Xu Zimei inquired.

“He is the War God of the Holy Hall,” the Great Emperor Funiu said from the side.

“Looks like you’ve brought quite the retinue; the War God and the Army of Myriad Gods are both here.”

“So this is where you were waiting for me,” Zimo chuckled.

“Surrender quietly and come with us to see the Holy Ancestor, and you shall be spared,” the War God declared.

His voice, filled with rich Spiritual Energy, echoed across the entire west.

The Army of Myriad Gods behind him also shouted loudly.

The entire firmament boiled over.

“I’m leaving now, remember what I’ve said,” Zimo smiled.

He looked in the direction of Lin Yunhen and Xia Wanqing, giving a slight wave of his hand.

Then, turning his gaze to the War God, he said: “There will come a day when we meet, but for now, I won’t play along with you.”

“Seize him!” the War God bellowed.

“Boom boom boom” Tens of thousands of the Army of Myriad Gods charged frantically towards Xu Zimei.

Their footsteps were in unison, thundering and earth-shaking.

Zimo chuckled lightly, holding Tyrant Shadow in his hand.

Dragging the saber forward, a brilliant spark was struck where Tyrant Shadow rubbed against the void.

He plunged into the thick of the army.

These soldiers of the Army of Myriad Gods numbered nearly ten thousand, and what’s more important was that each one was an elite.

Nearly all had reached the level of Divine Vein.

Among them, there were not a few who had Stepped into Immortality.

This Army of Myriad Gods was the Holy Hall’s most elite force.

As the supreme symbol, this was their means of upholding order.

Some say the Holy Hall is the strongest power in the Mortal Domain, but that’s not entirely true.

However, the Holy Hall is definitely among the top powers.

The War God in the skies had even reached the pinnacle of the fifth realm of the Great Emperor.

With no Great Saint to match, such invincibility is rare in this world.

And the only Great Saint in the history of the Mortal Domain, the Brahman Demon Great Saint, has not been seen for a thousand years.

………

The clash of tens of thousands continued unabated.

Countless strikes rained down, and with each swing of his saber, Xu Zimei cut through fiercely, carving a bloody path.

Behind him lay countless corpses and severed limbs.

“Who the hell is this guy?” the members of the Qianniu Taoist Court discussed among themselves.

“Why do you laugh?” Xia Wanqing looked at Lin Yunhen, asking with curiosity.

“Great Emperor, to think I’ve been calling such a Great Emperor my brother,” Lin Yunhen laughed foolishly.

“My Lin family’s ancestral graves must be smoking—no, they must have exploded.”

“The Holy Hall is after him, do you have any good ideas?” Xia Wanqing inquired.

“The Holy Hall is not something we can provoke. It doesn’t matter if we are in danger, the key is it would implicate those around us,” Lin Yunhen hastily said.

“Are we just going to stand by idly?” Xia Wanqing replied anxiously.

“Don’t worry,” Lin Yunhen responded.

“Brother Xu must have a way to deal with this; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so rash.

If it really comes to danger, even in death, we will go and save him.”

………

Xu Zimei carved a bloody path through the army by force.

Right at that moment, he sensed a long sabre cutting down with extreme force overhead.

Tyrant Shadow hurriedly moved to block in front.

“”

A tremendous boom echoed as a powerful force dispersed, and Xu Zimei was forced to retreat.

Looking up, the War God of the Holy Hall, holding a golden saber and bathed in the gleam of his golden armor, slowly dismounted his battle horse.

“Come with me to the Holy Hall, otherwise you will die a miserable death,” the War God said indifferently.

“Just you?” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“I’ve battled for the Holy Court for a hundred thousand years, transferred to the Battle Hall, and been the War God for thirty thousand years. I’ve never let a target escape my grasp,” the War God stated calmly.

The golden saber in his hand grew increasingly dazzling, and his aura became stronger.

Behind him, the golden light morphed into a colossal golden giant standing steadfastly.

“Then let’s give it a try,” the power of the War God surged around Xu Zimei.

His strength was temporarily elevated to the fifth realm of a Great Emperor.

That is to say, a Heaven Venerable.

In his hands, Tyrant Shadow was enveloped with Demonic Qi, transforming into black shadows.

“That guy, he didn’t even use his full strength when he fought me just now,” Great Emperor Funiu thought in shock.

………

Both blades in the void condensed with immense momentum.

Their speeds were like lightning, crisscrossing through the void, leaving countless afterimages.

The spectators on the side could hardly make out anything.

Apart from the “boom boom boom” of the swords clashing, only two streaks of black and golden afterimages sped through the void.

After a long while, the figures of the two collided and passed by each other.

Both facing away from one another.

And the void in between was like tofu, cut into billions of fragmented pieces, scattered and shattered.

If someone had trypophobia, they probably wouldn’t dare to look directly.

The War God slowly turned around; with a “pfft,” the golden cape behind him surprisingly split apart.

“I’m afraid that today, your name as the War God will not live up to its reputation,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

In his hands, Tyrant Shadow burst forth again, with the Heaven-Shaking Giant charging forward in the background.

The sky rumbled with explosive sounds.

The War God, with a fierce look in his eyes, gazed at Xu Zimei and asked lightly, “Heaven-shaking Skill? What’s your connection with the Zuo family?”

“Getting distracted in battle,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

The curve in the road was nearing, and the giant roared.

A large swath of the void exploded, and the power surrounding the War God began to transform.

“Rushing into the Sky,” the War God roared.

A force covered the surface of the long saber as it collided with Tyrant Shadow.

Their figures intertwined, and their swords swept across each other.

“Myriad Forms,” the War God shouted angrily once again.

As if myriads of ancient dragons and elephants were thundering forth, his power grew stronger and stronger.

“Great Void,

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Divine Might.”

Two more soft exclamations, the golden long saber became more and more potent, one strike and the firmament was obliterated, Yin and Yang divided.

Each move and form revealed the power of the Great Dao.

The long saber spun continuously, a rune appearing on the surface of the golden saber.

“Four Harmonies Seal,” the War God stepped on the void, raising his twin sabers high, attacking fiercely.

Xu Zimei’s Tyrant Shadow followed suit, but his attack was not as strong as his opponent’s.

Instead, he flew backwards with the momentum.

“I’ll stop playing with you for now. We will meet again,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

His hands tore open the void in front of him, and he stepped directly into the void.

The Army of Myriad Gods behind him wanted to pursue, but they saw the War God gesture slightly with his hand.

“Stop, we can’t catch him.”

The War God said indifferently, “This matter exceeds the scope of the Holy Hall; we need to report to the Holy Court.”

At the order, all the Army of Myriad Gods faded away and disappeared into the golden glow.

The War God then turned his gaze towards Great Emperor Funiu.

Way of Inquiry: “How about coming to the Holy Hall with me?”