I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1343 - 1342: Descendant of the Ancient God, Protecting the Dao

Chapter 1343 -1342: Descendant of the Ancient God, Protecting the Dao

“Kid, I admit defeat. What is it that you want?”

Upon hearing Azure Dragon’s words, Xu Zimei replied, “Oh? Do you think you have anything here that would interest me?”

Azure Dragon’s face changed slightly. In truth, he knew what Xu Zimei wanted, but he still clung to hope.

“This item is something I negotiated with He Feiyang. Can we swap it for another?” Azure Dragon inquired.

“He Feiyang? The City Lord of Windy City?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Not him, but the founder of Zixia Holy Land. The genius you speak of.

Though they share the same name, they’re different people,” Azure Dragon shook his head and said.

“That’s interesting. The City Lord of Windy City shares a name with the ancestor of Zixia Holy Land,” Xu Zimei laughed.

“I can’t tell you about this; I’ve made a blood oath. Even if you kill me, I can’t tell you,” Azure Dragon said earnestly.

He was not lying; should he reveal it to Xu Zimei, he would face certain death.

“Don’t worry. Even if you don’t tell me, I can guess it,” Xu Zimei said.

“Give me that item, and I’ll leave.”

Azure Dragon hesitated for a moment but finally nodded.

In the next moment, the vision before Xu Zimei disappeared, and he found himself back in the pavilion.

He saw Azure Dragon’s head shatter, releasing a beam of brilliant light.

Xu Zimei was quick to react, grabbing the light in his palm.

After the Azure Dragon Platform shattered, it never reassembled.

This left the people around him puzzled. The Azure Dragon Platform had never faced such a situation before.

“What’s happening?” The surrounding spectators began to whisper.

However, Zi Yan remained calm and instructed City Lord He, “City Lord He, just say the Azure Dragon Platform malfunctioned and disperse everyone.”

After Zi Yan finished speaking, she looked at Bai Zhige and the others in the pavilion and smiled, “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s end for today.”

“The Azure Dragon Platform shattered. If the Saintess has any requests, feel free to make them,” Bai Zhige smiled and prepared to leave.

After all, a dismissal had already been issued.

However, Young Master Meng, sitting nearby, seemed displeased. The blood aura on his face began to recover.

Though he wasn’t a Great Emperor, he possessed a Divine Vein, so as long as his life was intact, the injury was no major concern.

“Kid, what treasure did you just take?” He glared at Xu Zimei with a fierce gaze.

Everyone else in the pavilion was of significant standing.

Bai Zhige was from Tianye Sect, while Chi Qianyu was from the Crimson Blood Divine Sect.

Only Xu Zimei seemed like an unfamiliar loose cultivator.

Thus, he naturally targeted Xu Zimei, unwilling to leave empty-handed.

Yet before Xu Zimei could speak, Zi Yan had already stepped forward.

“Young Master Meng, Taoist Friend Xu is my guest. You’d best back off.”

“What are you? Calling you Saintess gives you face.

Otherwise, you’re not even qualified to speak with me,” Meng Lunhui snorted coldly.

“Your Zixia Holy Land is a third-rate power, yet you dare make noise?”

“Young Master Meng, this is Windy City, not your Ancient Reincarnation Land,” He Feiyang remarked, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Your ancestor’s remnant soul can save you once but can’t save you twice.”

“Like a dog, touch me, and see what happens.

Believe me, I’ll crush your Zixia Holy Land in minutes.”

However, just as Young Master Meng’s voice fell, it abruptly stopped.

Because a pair of large hands clamped around his neck.

The immense force seemed poised to snap his neck.

“You…,” Young Master Meng struggled desperately.

The next moment, an unknown fire ignited on He Feiyang’s body, incinerating Young Master Meng completely.

It was He Feiyang who killed Meng Lunhui.

He swung his neck, seeming a bit dissatisfied.

Meanwhile, Chi Qianyu and the other person, ready to leave, were drenched in cold sweat, stiffened in place.

They had never imagined Zixia Holy Land would be so bold.

“City Lord He, we…,” Bai Zhige and the other person smiled awkwardly.

“It’s none of your business. But today, you saw nothing,” He Feiyang said.

“Yes, yes, we saw nothing,” the two nodded rapidly, like pecking chickens.

“Go on,” He Feiyang waved them away.

Zi Yan then turned her gaze to Xu Zimei, smiling, “Young Master Xu, could we possibly discuss this?”

“Why should I discuss it with you?” Xu Zimei chuckled.

He Feiyang smiled and took a step toward Xu Zimei.

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“City Lord He, Young Master Xu is not an enemy,” Zi Yan shook her head and smiled.

Then she said, “Truth be told, I’ve just received a decree from the Holy Court upon arrival.”

Her words caused Si Zu’s eyes to narrow with faint killing intent.

“Don’t be nervous. As I said, we’re not enemies.

Otherwise, the Holy Court would’ve surrounded this place long ago,” Zi Yan laughed.

She continued, “Shall we talk now?”

“Not interested,” Xu Zimei shook his head, “I’ll be here. You can inform the Holy Court now.

But trust me, in the end, the dead will be you.”

“Seems the young master isn’t someone who can be threatened, which I appreciate,” Zi Yan replied.

“About Windy Valley, care to discuss?”

“You must be one of the Windy Valley people,” Xu Zimei said.

“To be precise, you’re a descendant of Wind God Tian Wu.”

“The young master has sharp eyes. Surely you’ve noticed early,” Zi Yan smiled and said.

“Why not meet at City Lord Mansion, where we can mutually benefit.”

“Let’s discuss here. What do you want to talk about?” Xu Zimei casually sat down, asking.

“Collaboration,” Zi Yan said.

“How would we collaborate?”

“I’ll help you obtain Wind God’s inheritance, and you help me ascend to Holy King,” Zi Yan replied.

“Holy King, are you joking?” Si Zu replied before Xu Zimei could speak.

“You’re only at the Great Emperor level now. How can you talk about Holy King, when who knows how long it’ll take.”

“No, he’s on the verge of Creation now, only one step away from Holy King,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

“Impossible,” Si Zu was incredulous.

He studied Zi Yan for a long time, still only seeing the freshly entered Great Emperor realm.

“How do you want me to help you?” Xu Zimei asked.

As for Si Zu’s doubts, it could be explained later.

“I want you to protect my path,” Zi Yan said.

“I’ve had many enemies. If I step into that realm, they will spare no effort to hunt me.”

Xu Zimei pondered, weighing the pros and cons.

The inheritance of the Ancient God was a must for him.