I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 1212: Chapter 1211: Emperor Feilian, Confrontation

“Let’s go,” Feng Buxiu’s voice came from the side.

Xu Zimei withdrew his thoughts, his gaze moving away from the stone tablet.

“What kind of person is this Mad Chu?”

“Some say he’s a true man, others call him a madman,” Feng Buxiu replied.

“But regardless of the evaluation, Mad Chu is praised by later generations as an irreplaceable strongman.”

Just as the group reached the city gate, a group of people approached them head-on.

“Oh, this time Dean Feng personally leads the team?”

The group was dressed in gray robes, each carrying an arrow quiver on their backs filled with arrows of various colors.

Their aura was sharp and brimming with aggression, their faces concealed, leaving only a pair of arrow-like eyes visible.

When staring at others, it was as if needles pierced the skin, an intensely uncomfortable feeling.

“It’s the Wujian Academy,” Feng Buxiu glanced at Xu Zimei and whispered.

He then looked up, smiling as he said, “Principal Liu, long time no see. Why have you decided to personally lead your team today?”

“The matter of the competition is too important to leave unattended,” Principal Liu replied with a smile.

“I heard that recently, your academy’s Hong Yu was killed at the Nine Ghosts Academy.

I wonder who you have left to compete?”

Seeing Principal Liu’s gloating expression, Feng Buxiu slightly frowned and said, “No need to trouble yourself with that, Principal Liu. Everything will become clear on the stage.”

Hearing Feng Buxiu’s words, Principal Liu was not angered; instead, he stepped forward and patted Feng Buxiu on the shoulder.

Smiling, he said, “Brother Feng, don’t take it personally. We’ll see everything on the stage.”

After saying this, he gestured with his hand, and the people behind him followed him as they left.

As they brushed past, Feng Buxiu’s gaze instantly sharpened as he focused on one individual among them.

It was a young man wrapped entirely in bandages and cloaked in a black robe.

The arrows in his quiver were distinctly different from everyone else’s.

The arrowheads resembled scythe blades, emanating a dark, ominous glow.

Moreover, his long robe seemed to mimic wings, with two long cloth strips hanging down at the front.

As he walked forward, the cloth strips resembled blades slicing through the void along his path.

His presence was remarkably heavy, even overwhelming.

“Emperor Feilian,” Feng Buxiu said one word at a time as the figure disappeared into the distance.

He looked at Xu Zimei and asked, “What do you think?”

“Before exchanging blows, it’s hard to judge,” Xu Zimei replied with a smile.

“Let’s go, enter the city.”

Feng Buxiu let out a long exhale and turned, ready to leave.

At that moment, he froze in place, his hair standing on end, sensing an overpowering danger.

His entire body stiffened, unable to even muster the strength to turn around.

It was as if an immense terror was approaching from behind.

Xu Zimei furrowed his brow and turned around, only to see a streak of black light shooting toward them.

At first, the black light appeared in the shape of an arrow but quickly transformed into the form of an exotic beast.

The beast’s black-and-white body was slender, resembling a giraffe, with a neck nearly a meter long.

However, the most striking feature was the massive horn on its head, which extended over ten meters.

Its two pairs of wings moved at seemingly lightning speed, striking toward Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei’s gaze tightened, spiritual energy surging within his hand. He stepped forward, causing the ground to crack and fracture.

Extending his right hand, he grasped the arrow that moved at the speed of light, catching it in his palm.

The arrow struggled fiercely, trying to break through all obstacles and erupt with its full might.

Even the surrounding void was shattering continuously.

Xu Zimei clenched his right hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Gradually, as the stalemate persisted, the power of the arrow diminished, eventually transforming into a stream of light and disappearing entirely.

With the pressure gone, Feng Buxiu finally turned around.

His expression was grim as he looked toward the Wujian Academy’s group.

He shouted coldly, “Liu Xiang, do you intend to start a war?”

“Dean Feng, don’t misunderstand. I fired that arrow, and it has nothing to do with the academy,” said a young man holding a bow, his smile revealing sharp teeth.

“Who are you?” Feng Buxiu, though knowing full well, still asked coldly.

“I am Emperor Feilian,” the young man replied with a smile.

“Just a minor name, perhaps Dean Feng hasn’t heard of me.”

“How dare I haven’t heard? The name of Emperor Feilian is recognized by the heavens and earth, echoing across the entire Ghost God Realm,” Feng Buxiu said with a cold snort.

“Your reputation precedes you. Then, what does Emperor Feilian intend to do here?”

“It’s merely a friendly spar,” Emperor Feilian said with a laugh.

“Such sparring?” Feng Buxiu remarked coldly.

“I noticed this brother here seemed eager for action, so I thought I’d probe him a little,” Emperor Feilian said, looking at Xu Zimei with a grin.

“Brother, you don’t mind, do you?”

“Mind? Very much so,” Xu Zimei said calmly, drawing the Tyrant Shadow from its sheath.

“If it’s a spar, since I’ve received your arrow, you should naturally take my blade.”

“No problem,” Emperor Feilian replied with a light chuckle.

Xu Zimei raised the Tyrant Shadow above his shoulder, endless Power of Vows surging within. His gaze aligned directly with the blade’s edge.

“Kill,” he shouted as he swung the blade, unleashing a boundless wave of Blade Intent that engulfed the sky.

The force of reincarnation intertwined with Demonic Qi.

The ground cracked instantly as countless fissures spread out.

Though Xu Zimei didn’t use his full power, his strike carried immense weight and an unparalleled aura.

The casual demeanor on Emperor Feilian’s face gradually faded.

He bent his bow and nocked an arrow; a “twang, twang, twang” sound came from the bowstring.

The bowstring stretched to a length of one meter, the bow fully drawn to resemble a crescent moon before releasing with a deafening noise.

The arrow shot out, transforming into a fierce Feilian and charging toward the blade qi.

A thunderous explosion erupted between the two, sending fire and light scattering in all directions, shaking the earth violently and stirring up a massive cloud of dust.

Amidst the dust, a sorrowful cry from the Feilian could be heard, followed by the surge of the Blade Qi.

Emperor Feilian narrowed his brows, stepping back half a step and sidestepping to avoid the Blade Qi.

The Blade Qi struck the ground, slicing a fissure beneath his feet.

Despite the increasing aura surrounding Emperor Feilian, the initial clash didn’t injure him.

Still, he had stepped back, which meant he had lost the upper hand.

The damage wasn’t severe, but the humiliation was undeniable.

When the dust finally settled, Emperor Feilian’s expression turned unyielding as he reached for the quiver behind him.

But he was stopped by someone.

“This isn’t the place for fighting,” said Principal Liu as he shook his head at Emperor Feilian.

“What’s wrong? Still want to fight?” Xu Zimei asked.

“There’ll be other chances,” Emperor Feilian said flatly.

“Let’s go,” he ordered, leaving toward the outskirts of the city first.

Since becoming Emperor, he had never endured such humiliation.

“Dean Feng, farewell for now,” Liu Xiang added coldly before following suit.

“Farewell for now,” Feng Buxiu replied with a hearty laugh.

As everyone departed, Feng Buxiu turned to Xu Zimei and said, “Young Master Xu, I adore your temperament.

Quick to repay grievances and never yielding.”

“Why should I tolerate such weakness?” Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.