I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 978 - 977: Bewitching People’s Hearts

Chapter 978: Chapter 977: Bewitching People’s Hearts

“Don’t worry, I won’t hit you this time,” Lin Ruhu said with a smile.

“But I must say, your seat looks rather nice.”

“This is the Heavenly Fowl Sect’s seat,” Zhang Shihao quickly spoke.

“I don’t like standing; I get irritable, and when that happens, I feel like hitting someone.

Once I hit someone, you’ll be paralyzed again, so you get what I’m saying, right?” Lin Ruhu chuckled.

“Master,” Zhang Shihao looked at the old man beside him, wanting to cry but having no tears.

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“Let’s go,” the old man glanced behind him at Xu Zimei, stood up without saying much, and left directly.

In this world, he saw too clearly that the only truth was the strength of one’s fists.

Xu Zimei and his companion settled into their seats, and it turned out to be quite nice. Although the chairs were somewhat to the rear, the ground was elevated, offering a clear view of the changes on the stage.

“Zimo brother, do you want to take part?” Lin Ruhu asked Xu Zimei.

“Isn’t it typical for the protagonist to appear at the grand finale?” Xu Zimei replied with a smile.

“It’s your turn, though. You could give it a try and see how strong you’ve become nowadays.”

“What about that Miss Jing? I saw her earlier, but as soon as we came in, she disappeared,” Lin Ruhu said in wonder.

“Stay away from her; that woman is no simple character,” Xu Zimei advised.

“Why? Didn’t she help us?” Lin Ruhu asked.

“Why would she want to help me? Just because I’m handsome?” Xu Zimei retorted.

“Maybe it is precisely because you’re handsome,” Lin Ruhu laughed.

“Hey, that actually makes some sense,” Xu Zimei nodded in agreement.

Despite saying this, he remained vigilant towards Miss Jing in his heart.

……

At that moment, a thunderous drumming sound, like roaring thunder, reverberated around them,

suppressing the previously noisy scene.

The drumming was deafening; the drummer was dressed in red, wielding drumsticks.

With red threads tied to the drumsticks, they soared into the air with the beats, fluttering wildly.

It was deeply moving.

Accompanying the drumbeat, the Sect Masters of the twelve sects marched forward together, heading into the distance.

These twelve individuals radiated distinct auras, with endless spiritual energy swirling around them, all exuding an impressive presence, like deities, imposing pressure on everyone present.

As the twelve marched past, eleven of them took their seats in the front,

while Baili Chengfeng ascended the stage.

His green robe fluttered in the breeze, with the sword at his waist sheathed, yet a towering sword energy enveloped him.

He raised his right hand, and the resounding drumbeat around them also ceased.

“I am very grateful that everyone could gather here today to contribute their strength for the myriad of living beings in this mundane world.

I believe there is no need to elaborate among the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, but for many loose cultivators or smaller sects, they truly don’t understand what ‘demonic skills’ are?”

After saying this, Baili Chengfeng paused briefly.

He raised his right hand, and somehow a golden scroll appeared in it.

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The moment he unrolled the scroll, an overwhelming imperial might spread far and wide.

At that instant, the imperial might soared to the heavens, like a sword hanging over the heads of the myriad of living beings, making everyone feel the pressure.

Unconsciously, they all thought of submitting.

On this golden scroll, there were only two words, “Demon Suppression.”

These words were definitely written by a Great Emperor, the imperial might was unmistakable.

“This imperial decree was bestowed by our ancestor, Emperor Changkong,” Baili Chengfeng’s words suppressed all discussions.

“It is not just our family, the Baili Family; I believe many in the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect have received similar decrees from their ancestors.”

“I can briefly explain to everyone,”

“In a very distant past, there was a buried history.”

“The Demon Lord, with his Demon Race, sought to destroy the entire world. During that time, all things perished, living beings were devastated, and warfare filled the skies.”

“The entire Continent plunged into despair.”

“In the end, unable to bear the oppression any longer, everything united to rebel against the Demon Lord.”

“After tens of thousands of years of struggle, they finally sealed away the Demon Lord and defeated the Demon Race.”

“Today, as time has faded, the Demon Lord has begun to awaken. Before he fully recovers and gathers his Demon Race, this is our only chance.”

Baili Chengfeng spoke solemnly, “Do not think this is none of your concern and remain indifferent.”

“When the day of the Demon Lord’s arrival comes, no one will be innocent.”

“So now, I ask everyone, like the sages of old, to unite together and join me… in Demon extermination.”

“Demon extermination, Demon extermination…”

Baili Chengfeng’s words faded, and the area around began to echo with respond, albeit sporadically at first.

Even the voices became louder and louder, and the massive crowd rose like a stormy sea.

“Utter nonsense,” Lin Ruhu shouted, dissatisfied among the crowd.

“This man does have a way with words, ensnaring the crowd’s hearts. Why haven’t I noticed before?” Xu Zimei laughed.

“What do you think would happen if I made him kneel down and shout ‘Long live the Demon King’ later on?”

On the platform, Baili Chengfeng waved his hands, signaling for the crowd to quiet down.

He then smiled and said, “Now that we have formed the Demon Vanquishing Alliance, naturally we must strive for the same goal.

But now we are a leaderless mob, which is a great taboo.

However, this is also the very reason why we’re holding the Demon Vanquishing Conference today.”

“I believe everyone is already aware of the rules. As long as you have the strength and can command respect, anyone is eligible to participate.

Hereby, I announce that the Demon Vanquishing Conference officially begins.”

As his voice faded, the area below the platform also became noisy.

This conference was not just a contest among the youths—anyone could participate.

Even the elders were no exception.

“Since everyone is waiting, perhaps I, Huang, will take the lead,” a loud laugh came from below.

People turned towards the source of the sound.

“It’s True Man of Yellow Dragon,” someone said.

“A Loose Cultivator, yet bold indeed.”

The Daoist in a yellow dragon robe walked onto the stage with his head held high and a smile on his face.

“Who wishes to spar with me?”

“I will,” as soon as he finished speaking, another voice rose.

A burly man with a huge frame carrying a large axe walked onto the stage.

“It’s Songyue Mountain Man,” someone began to introduce to those who were unfamiliar.

“They of the Songyue Sect reside on Yue Shan, and it’s said that this Songyue Mountain Man has immense strength, once carrying Yue Shan and traversing a hundred thousand Li without resting.”

“Sounds impressive, but whether it’s this True Man of Yellow Dragon or the Songyue Mountain Man, I feel they’re somewhat lacking.”

Someone quietly said, “We are electing an Alliance Hierarch here, they’re not quite up to par, are they?”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” someone next to him laughed.

“They’re creating a chance to show their faces, so that in the future within the Demon Vanquishing Alliance, they can negotiate for a position of authority.

Unless a real big shot enters the stage, all this is just a warm-up.”

The two men stood on the platform, bowing to each other.

Songyue Mountain Man slowly took the giant axe from his back.