The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

Long Aotian’s roar was almost drowned out by the sounds of slaughter.

He kicked away an Immortal King attempting a sneak attack, only to find that the opponent was sliced into seventeen or eighteen pieces in mid-air by a bone blade Zhao Ri Tian casually flung out.

Zhao Ri Tian replied while killing, ”What are we waiting for? Let’s finish off these ants first, and discuss other problems later!”

His hair was already matted into stiff clumps by blood, and with every punch, blood beads mixed with minced flesh were flung out.

He was currently charging towards Gu Junan deep within the battlefield, and everywhere he passed, space constantly exploded and then healed.

Each spatial collapse would squeeze three to five Immortals’ flesh and blood into viscous pulp.

A Loose Immortal who had miraculously survived had just gotten up when Zhao Ri Tian glanced back at him.

Then the Loose Immortal’s body began to boil from the inside out, finally exploding into a blood mist amidst a horrific scream.

Long Aotian was finally pushed to the brink.

When an Immortal King spear pierced his chest from an oblique angle, the blood column brought out by the spearhead was a full three zhang high.

The blood in the air actually condensed into countless tiny blood blades, mincing a dozen surrounding Immortal soldiers into paste.

Long Aotian coughed up blood mixed with bone fragments, yet he grinned savagely, grabbed the spear shaft, and forcibly dragged that Immortal King into the black lightning storm raging around him.

Deep within the Chaos mist, screams rose and fell.

Some Immortals’ limbs were brutally torn apart by some force, their flesh and blood exploding like fireworks.

The heads of some Immortal soldiers and generals were twisted off their necks with a bone-grinding crunch.

Even more, a certain small team was swallowed by some invisible entity, leaving only puddles of squirming blood on the ground... Ghostly Underworld Taoist on the Qilin Jade Carriage suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of black Qi mixed with blood foam onto the mystic mirror in front of him.

The battlefield reflected in the mirror was like an Avici Hell, with multicolored Immortal light weaving into a curtain of death.

Every flash of light meant another life turned to dust.

His cloudy pupils contracted sharply as he watched the Immortal Lord of the Northern Han Immortal Region have half his body shattered by Zhao Ri Tian’s punch, and amidst the blood rain, someone was still laughing maniacally... ”Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, amitābha!”

”Save this poor Immortal Realm!”

At the border of the Primordial Beginning Immortal Domain, several Golden Buddhas shook their heads, watching the battle in the Chaos mist, wailing mournfully.

This battle was not about good or evil.

Only survival. The Immortals caught in the fight couldn’t escape; not acting would mean death.

Only by abandoning all moral shackles and preserving their lives would they have a chance to laugh last.

”Bhasha Golden Buddha, why don’t you also lead Western Cold Buddhism into the battle?”

Suddenly, a mysterious black mist that blotted out the sky surged from the distant horizon, and Wang Qing emerged from it.

His white hair cascaded over his shoulders, his black and gold robe rustled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he landed at the forefront of the many monks of Western Cold Buddhism.

Bhasha Golden Buddha’s expression was unnatural. Wang Qing had returned from the Wild Realm; if he wanted to, he could stop this battle with a mere flick of his hand.

But if Wang Qing were to stop the battle, he wouldn’t have instigated the war in the Immortal Realm in the first place.

”Fighting is out of the question; taking advantage of the Chaos to reap benefits is the true path!”

Bhasha Golden Buddha clasped his hands together, smiling bitterly.

The Western Cold Immortal Realm and the Southern Cold Immortal Domain had already submitted to the Primordial Beginning Immortal Domain, and Wang Qing wasn’t overly harsh, merely scoffing:

”Shakya Golden Buddha tried to take advantage of the Lower Realm Star Sea yesterday and was refined into a Puppet by me.”

”Ah! This?” Bhasha Golden Buddha’s pupils contracted, full of surprise, ”Didn’t Shakya Golden Buddha say he was going to stop the battle? How could he go and take advantage?”