I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 939 - 938: Lu Changgen’s Past, The Demise of Myriad Wastelands Deity

Hearing Lu Changgen’s words, Xu Zimei slightly furrowed her brow.

She sensed that Lu Changgen’s aura was beginning to change.

A force that seemed even more violent and fierce surged forth.

Then came a "crack crack," akin to a chewing sound, and Lu Changgen’s body surface also began to transform.

Xu Zimei took a few steps back.

She saw the opponent’s body gradually become massive, and his skin grew covered with tentacles.

Sticky, damp tentacles.

These tentacles grew wantonly.

And Lu Changgen’s head slowly became deformed, akin to that of a monster.

With more and more changes, he had strayed from the realm of humanity.

Xu Zimei could only describe him as a monster.

Countless tentacles, a deformed head, the stench of decay, and that damp feeling on his body.

Especially his eyes, a bloody red.

Faced with this version of Lu Changgen, not only Xu Zimei, but even Ji Ruobing and the Moke Ancestor standing by had never seen before.

"Changgen, you…," the Moke Ancestor’s face changed slightly as he inquired.

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"Are you curious now," Lu Changgen didn’t pay attention to the others but looked at Xu Zimei and chuckled softly.

"I am indeed a bit curious," Xu Zimei didn’t refute and nodded slightly.

Logically, with Lu Changgen’s status within the Slaying Immortal Sect, he should lack nothing.

How could he have transformed himself into such a state.

"My father was of the human race, and my mother belonged to the Witch Clan.

This fact is known to all within the Sect Gate.

Even when I awakened the talent of the Witch Clan, I was considered a once-in-a-millennium genius.

At first, I thought so too."

Lu Changgen looked down at his current form with a bitter smile.

Then with a hint of indignation, "I was obsessed with using the Witch Clan’s talent to absorb other people’s power.

The feeling of gaining powerful strength effortlessly was intoxicating.

Unfortunately, I forgot that although I possess the talent of the Witch Clan, I am still half-human.

My body cannot merge the absorbed power perfectly and without complications like a true Witch Clan member can."

Speaking to this point, Lu Changgen seemed to become somewhat frantic.

Countless tentacles rose into the air, stirring "whirring" around.

"As the power inside me grew, they eventually conflicted with each other.

I was in agony every day, and only by continuing to absorb power could I relieve it momentarily.

But the subsequent pain was always more intense.

Over time, I found my body beginning to change.

Not like the human race, nor the Witch Clan.

But rather, this despicable form you see now."

Saying this, Lu Changgen’s eyes turned a deeper blood-red, intently staring at everyone, sending shivers down their spines.

"Can you understand this feeling, no, you cannot understand.

From childhood to adulthood, what I experienced was pain, deformity; they cycled endlessly, haunting me like ghosts.

I admit, my heart began to twist, becoming murderous.

It seemed only bloodlust could alleviate the pain inside and even get you increasingly excited.

Excitement on a spiritual level."

The numerous tentacles followed Lu Changgen’s voice, waving in mid-air.

Then they heavily crashed to the ground, "boom boom boom," a series of explosive noises erupted on this main street.

"I’ve suffered for so long, finally finding something that excites me.

As long as I obtain the Emperor Head of the Slaughter Great Emperor, I will continue to become stronger in this excitement."

"And you people, one by one, are all jumping out to stop me."

"So, you all should die."

Hearing Lu Changgen’s words, Xu Zimei slightly shook her head.

She said, "What’s twisted is not only your appearance but also your heart.

It’s really strange that the Slaying Immortal Sect would make someone like you a Core Disciple."

"Die, die, die," Lu Changgen seemed not to hear Xu Zimei’s words, just repeatedly shouting "die."

Immediately after, an overwhelming presence surged from his body.

Countless tentacles again rose, slaughtering their way toward the crowd.

Ji Ruobing and the others hastily retreated backward.

"You all watch from behind; leave him to me," Xu Zimei said indifferently.

She wielded her Longsword, its sharpness of the True Divine Sword beyond description.

Meeting these tentacles was like slicing through iron as if it were mud.

Countless tentacles were severed, but they would regrow in the next second.

The tentacles came from all directions, slowly enclosing Xu Zimei at the center.

"Annihilation Void," Xu Zimei slowly swung her Longsword, the intent of annihilation overflowing and permeating the void.

Directly annihilating all the tentacles to dust.

Xu Zimei also stepped through the air, flying out from the encirclement.

"You can’t escape," bellowed Lu Changgen from below.

He shot into the skies, his whole body like a missile, launching forth.

These tentacles were saturated with various forces.

They were no longer simply tentacles.

There was Thunderbolt, fierce fire, backward flowing gold, Ice, even storms...

Each tentacle represented a force, repetitive yet also in dozens of types.

Lu Changgen closely followed behind, giving Xu Zimei no chance to catch her breath.

The tentacles attacked from all directions, a bombardment of elemental attacks exploding toward her.

Devouring and annihilating the void above.

"Sister, can that guy handle it?" Zhi Hang asked Ji Ruobing on the side, suggesting, "Should we go help him?"

After all, Lu Changgen now appeared very intimidating; the wildness of his power was not at all like that of a Divine Vein.

Saying he had stepped into immortality would not be an overstatement.

Currently, the younger generation almost all kept their strength at the peak of Divine Vein, not progressing further.

Because everyone was contesting for Destiny, to thus Enter the Taoism.

Only those who were fortunate to survive after a failure in obtaining Destiny would be compelled to take the path of immortality.

This was the essential distinction between the Taoist immortals.

"Trust him," Ji Ruobing nodded and said.

"Moreover, Moke Ancestor is watching on the side, going up against him many against one isn’t possible."

"Go to hell," Lu Changgen roared again.

His entire body charged toward Xu Zimei, seemingly wanting to envelop her and drain all her strength.

"Just right, then you can try this new technique," Xu Zimei said calmly.

Holding the True Divine Sword, she called out, "Sword Spirit."

The entire surface of the sword suddenly blazed with flowing light, with threads of Sword Qi like air, filling the void around her by tens of thousands.

The Holy Master had used the True Divine Sword when he founded the era of Wild Desolation.

The techniques he had used were etched into the True Divine Sword.

This was like a brand.

Anyone who held the True Divine Sword could feel this brand, as if the Holy Master’s grace lingered before their eyes.

"Annihilation of Myriads, Divine Demise," Xu Zimei uttered softly.

The True Divine Sword slowly lifted, and in the next instant, the sword moved.

Tens of thousands of Sword Qi emanating from around her also began to stir.