I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Both of them can really bear it; the injury is even more shocking and spectacular

At the same time, in the outside world, where the mist was swirling and among the mountain peaks, divine lights were appearing one after another. They were all prodigies and practitioners. Upon hearing the news of this place, they arrived swiftly.

For a moment, the atmosphere here became bustling.

The prodigies from several ancient nations congregated here.

The enigmatic six-crowned king, garbed in gray, of medium build, with his face veiled in mist, rode atop a white crane, observing from above.

In his gaze, divine lights flickered, runes evolved, and numerous ominous scenes unfolded, deducing the events.

Even he felt a sense of unease in his heart at this moment, a faint trepidation lingering.

“There’s significant danger concealed within. The inheritor of demonic arts must have schemed extensively to draw many talents here, otherwise, it wouldn’t be feasible.”

“It’s all a calculated move. Ying Shuang, I underestimated you…”

The six-crowned king couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, then he cast a glance at the supreme weapon still engaged in standoff in the distance, his brow furrowing.

“Gu Changge’s supreme weapon was left here. I wonder if he foresaw this. It seems both he and Prince Sheng are in dire straits.”

“With such great risk, the inheritor of demonic arts must be confident in his abilities.”

Another prospective Disciple appeared beside the Six Crowned King with a striking countenance and towering stature.

A divine phoenix emblem adorned her forehead, and a pair of shining phoenix wings spread from her back, resembling divine flames—she was the phoenix maiden.

She, too, hastened here, but like the six-crowned king, she hesitated to enter, wary of his methods.

“Ying Shuang did this because he definitely intended to eliminate those who were pursuing him.”

The six-crowned king nodded, conceding that he had misjudged the situation. He hadn’t anticipated Ying Shuang’s adeptness at concealing his intentions, even from his scrutiny.

Such cold-blooded calculations and tactics, coupled with this level of audacity, compelled him to take notice.

However, it aligned with the profile of the inheritor of demonic arts he had known previously.

“I hope Young Master Changge, Jin Chan, and Prince Sheng are safe.”

“Otherwise, I fear no one will be able to contend with the inheritor of demonic arts.”

“Gu Changge is formidable, always a step ahead in his calculations. How could he fall prey to another’s scheme?”

“It’s inconceivable for him to meet with misfortune.”

On a mountain ridge, Gu Xian’er emerged, her figure ethereal, her countenance frosty, her robes billowing, but her brow furrowed in concern.

Though she claimed she couldn’t find peace at this moment, she couldn’t help but feel anxious.

It was a tumultuous situation indeed. She had agreed to rescue the abducted Qing Xiaoyi.

However, Gu Changge vanished midway, claiming he sensed the trail of the inheritor of demonic arts and hastened to the ancient country of Xuanwu ahead of her.

But Gu Xian’er never imagined that upon her arrival, she would learn of Gu Changge and the others falling into the clutches of the inheritor’s plot, their fates uncertain.

This left her deeply unsettled and worried, knowing Gu Changge’s strength made him nearly invincible.

Moreover, following his demise meant no one could bully her in the future.

But Gu Xian’er found no joy in it.

After all, he was the inheritor of demonic arts!

Gu Changge had been a thorn in his side countless times. The extent of his hatred towards Gu Changge was unmistakable. With such a prime opportunity, how could he let it slip away?

With this in mind, Gu Xian’er began to rally many of Gu Changge’s followers, urging them to rally the prodigies.

At this juncture, rushing in recklessly would only spell trouble for Gu Changge and potentially drag him down.

But with a larger group, the dynamics could be different, to some extent.

It must be said that her approach proved highly effective; many prodigies were profoundly inspired, finding newfound confidence.

“It’s no matter, we’re plenty now. When the time comes, do you really think the inheritor of demonic arts can be so bold?”

“Yeah, exactly! Why should we cower now? Young Master Changge and the others are all charging ahead. Should we just linger here? We’d be disgracing the title of genius.”

Soon, a wave of righteous indignation swept through the crowd.

As they heard the audacious woman beside them covertly comparing them to Gu Changge and his companions, a sense of shame washed over them, unable to refute it.

After all, it wasn’t solely about Gu Changge and his allies vanquishing the inheritor of demonic arts.

Every cultivator was duty-bound to this cause.

With this perspective, many prodigies instantly found their resolve.

With such numbers, no matter what tricks he had up his sleeve, could the inheritor of demonic arts possibly eliminate them all?

“Indeed, words hold power.”

Gu Xian’er nodded faintly, then swiftly departed from the mountaintop, joining the crowd as they made their way toward the site of absolute heavenly extinction.

Because the two supreme weapons were at a standoff, no creatures leaped out to intercept them as they ventured deep into the land of absolute heavenly extinction.

“Senior Brother Changge mustn’t be in trouble,” Yin Mei fretted.

Gu Xian’er hadn’t held a favorable opinion of this vixen back in the Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace. Still, now that she displayed such concern for Gu Changge, she found herself softening toward her for some reason.

Now wasn’t the time for pettiness.

The Six Crowned King, the Phoenix maiden, and the others followed behind, their eyes betraying a mixture of expressions. Each had their calculations and no intention of forging ahead. If they encountered the danger of an ambush, they planned to retreat promptly.

As leaders of the younger generation, none of them were to be taken lightly.

…

Boom!

Above the sky’s dome, the gray fog loomed ominously while the four great sacred realm cultivators cloaked in black robes moved to obstruct every inch of the void.

The Dao runes intertwined and hung, forming a grand Dao treasure bottle that floated, emanating immense power as if a vast galaxy bore down upon them.

“Gu Changge, how much longer can you hold out?”

“Gu Changge, you should have anticipated this day when you were chasing me. Soon, you’ll join that fool, Prince Sheng.”

An arrogant and potent laughter reverberated through the sky.

The figure obscured by thick fog sneered and gazed downward, though he noticed Jin Chan’s arrival.

But he held no interest in him.

In his eyes now, there was only Gu Changge!

It seemed that with Gu Changge’s demise, there’d be no one left in the world capable of resisting and punishing him.

Upon hearing these words, Jin Chan couldn’t maintain his previously calm expression; his heart quivered.

He had previously speculated that Gu Changge and Prince Sheng might fall victim to the machinations of the inheritor of demonic arts, foreseeing that they might suffer significant losses this time.

But he truly hadn’t anticipated that the ensuing battle would be so catastrophic that even Prince Sheng would perish.

Once news of this spread, it would ignite an immense uproar, and the formidable prowess of the inheritor of demonic arts would once again stun the world.

He attempted repeatedly, even resorting to using the Seed of Merit in secret, yet in the end, he discovered that Prince Sheng’s presence had vanished!

What Ying Shuang had claimed wasn’t a fabrication.

Gu Changge, too, appeared gravely wounded, seated cross-legged with his gaze lowered and his demeanor composed.

Yet, his aura was feeble, lacking the splendid and imposing presence of before. His white attire stained crimson, the ghastly wound nearly piercing through.

It was staggering!

Utterly astounding!

Were it not for the golden decree before him, emitting a dazzling array of multicolored divine light like a shield, contending with the numerous laws and decrees descending upon him.

Perhaps Gu Changge would have met the same fate as Prince Sheng today!

The inheritor of demonic arts had crafted such a scheme with ruthless precision.

First, he cunningly revealed himself to draw attention.

Then, the Supreme weapon obstructed their path, causing everyone to scatter, thereby neutralizing Gu Changge’s own Supreme weapon.

Yet, he lay in wait within the land of absolute heavenly extinction, laying down layers of traps and ambushes, only to strike when they ventured further in.

Under this meticulous calculation, not even Prince Sheng, let alone a true Supreme being, would have escaped unscathed.

Contemplating this, Jin Chan Buddha’s mind remained steady, yet he couldn’t help but shudder slightly, a chilling dread creeping over him.

If he hadn’t followed Prince Sheng’s directive and pursued in the opposite direction, he might have been the one trapped today.

Truly, this inheritor of demonic arts was merciless!

However, Jin Chan’s eyes quickly took on a different hue as he conceived a new plan.

Given the harrowing fluctuations witnessed now, the recent battle had been exceedingly dire, and no one dared to underestimate Gu Changge’s might.

Considering his current state of injury, it was certain that Ying Shuang ahead wouldn’t be faring any better; outward strength often belied internal weakness.

Numerous tactics had been deployed moments ago; otherwise, given Ying Shuang’s character, he wouldn’t have been able to prevent Gu Changge from taking his own life.

Instead, he had spoken at length before hastening here.

In essence, it suggested that Ying Shuang harbored a deep fear of Gu Changge. Even in this dire circumstance, he dared not underestimate him, uncertain of the full extent of Gu Changge’s capabilities.

Observing Gu Changge’s subdued yet composed demeanor reinforced this notion.

“Amitabha, excellent, truly excellent. It falls upon us cultivators to defeat demons and uphold the Dao!”

“Young Master Changge, hold fast. This monk shall thwart the inheritor of demonic arts.”

Jin Chan spoke, his lips curling into a slight smile as he invoked the Buddha’s name.

With that, he advanced, materializing in mid-air. Fixing his gaze upon the figure shrouded in gray fog, he moved to confront it directly, aiming to discern its true nature.

“The inheritors of demonic arts shall not go unchecked. Today, this humble monk shall eradicate the venom.”

With those words, radiance emanated behind him, stretching to towering heights as phantoms of Buddha, Dharma gods, and King Kong materialized.

An array of Dharmic forces surged forth with a single intent.

Simultaneously, a purple-gold bowl materialized and expanded in the sky, resembling a pool of thunderous tribulation.

Within it, dense lightning crackled, various forms of terrifying true thunder manifesting, permeating the air with an intensely difficult aura.

“Jin Chan has arrived at an opportune moment.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Changge also turned his gaze in that direction.

However, his words lacked any fluctuations, devoid of excitement or a sense of deliverance.

“Unfortunately, you’re a tad too late. Prince Sheng has fallen to the inheritor of demonic arts.”

“I didn’t anticipate the two of you being separated.”

He spoke casually, though his complexion was ashen and devoid of blood, a palpable unease lingering.

Jin Chan didn’t turn back upon hearing this but arched an eyebrow.

This gesture appeared somewhat frivolous, lending him an aura reminiscent of a demon.

He understood the implication behind Gu Changge’s words. It suggested that Gu Changge knew of the plot beforehand but failed to divulge it to Prince Sheng.

“Young Master Changge misconstrues the little monk’s intentions. Do you believe the little monk meant harm to Prince Sheng?”

In response, Jin Chan merely smiled, his attacking technique unabated.

Buzz!

A pale golden glow enveloped his palm, rendering him akin to celestial gold, exuding a remarkable aura.

“You bald fool, do you seek death?”

Upon witnessing this, the figure in the sky snorted coldly and gestured casually.

A tide of demonic energy surged forth, manifesting into various ferocious beasts that overwhelmed Jin Chan’s multitude of Buddha shadows.

The four great sacred realm cultivators shrouded themselves in dark mist, moving to obstruct the void.

Suddenly, the Grand Dao treasure bottle emitted a palpable aura.

Numerous black runes flowed within it, morphing into diverse rune swords.

Simultaneously, the mouth of the Great Dao emitted a black light, hurtling forward with lightning speed, smashing through Jin Chan’s array of defenses.

Ultimately, it collided with the purple-gold bowl, its material unbeknownst.

Boom!

Jin Chan’s smile remained faint.

Yet, at this moment, he surged forth with ferocious vigour, his fist akin to a Buddha’s, radiant and pure, purging the darkness, invincible.

Puff!

In the ensuing moment, the two collided, and it came as no surprise when Jin Chan was sent hurtling backward.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his Buddha’s light dimming, his arms convulsing, and his bones shattered, yet he remained unfazed, even displaying a faint smile.

“Amitabha, you truly possess formidable exterior strength, though it seems your resources were depleted in your encounter with Young Master Changge just now.”

“This assault will not harm this humble monk.”

He spoke with a stronger smile, and the purple bowl, which had been flung out, returned to his grasp, now bearing a striking difference from its appearance during his previous about with Gu Changge.

Observing this spectacle, Gu Changge inquired with narrowed eyes,

“The Great Sun and Immortal Buddha’s Golden Body?”

“Jin Chan, you’ve concealed your depths quite well.”

“I dare not conceal, but now, I must be earnest.”

Jin Chan’s smile remained as he swiftly recovered from his injuries, his Buddha’s light radiating with solemn might.

Gu Changge’s smile held a hint of profundity; he refrained from further comment, gazing into the distance, his thoughts wandering.

Considering the timing, there should be prodigies converging here.

In order to execute this act, his injuries had to appear more severe and shocking, but they weren’t enough.

Buzz!!

Suddenly, the golden decree ascended into the sky, its brilliant light pulsating and enveloping everything.

As if the stars themselves were swirling, a surge of majestic sword energy burst forth.

Simultaneously, Gu Changge rose from his position, his gaze clear, his white attire stained with blood, yet his aura surged with vitality.

From the shrouded sky, an aura interwoven with bright divine light erupted, piercing through the heavens and capturing the attention of all present.

Every cell in his body stirred to life.

“Gu Changge, what are you planning?”

This abrupt turn of events startled Jin Chan, locked in combat with the inheritor of demonic arts before him.

Although he found himself at a disadvantage and remained vigilant against the four great sacred realm cultivators, Jin Chan appeared to have some reserve energy.

He noticed that the inheritor of demonic arts before him was expending considerable strength, indicating that the situation wasn’t as straightforward as it appeared.

In reality, the inheritor had sustained serious injuries during his confrontation with Gu Changge earlier but persevered.

The other four great sacred realm cultivators were preoccupied with maintaining the grand Dao treasure bottle in the void, unable to free themselves for combat.

Jin Chan surmised that the treasure bottle was likely suppressing Prince Sheng’s body-protecting soul weapon, similar to the golden ancient bell wielded by Ying Shuang, the inheritor of demonic arts.

Prince Sheng’s status warranted a Supreme Weapon for protection; thus, the Supreme Artifact may have been subdued by the treasure bottle in the sky.

Given a bit more time, they would have the opportunity today to defeat the inheritor of demonic arts before them and avenge the fallen prince.

Jin Chan found himself puzzled as to why Gu Changge suddenly unleashed the golden decree to attack him. Judging by its condition, it seemed to be a forbidden technique.

“Young Master Changge, is this truly necessary?”

He shook his head, reciting the Buddha’s chant.

“You possess formidable means, Gu Changge, but your endurance seems to be waning…”

As Jin Chan Buddha sighed, the inheritor of demonic arts before him suddenly sneered, his aura shifting, the demonic energy growing increasingly formidable.

Observing this, Jin Chan’s expression shifted, sensing that something was amiss, prompting him to step back.

Puff!

However, a knife completely condensed with pitch-black runes and engulfed in black magic flames emerged from the void, catching Jin Chan off guard as it suddenly pierced through him.

The knife’s aura cleaved through the sky, hurtling past and leaving behind a dreadfully ominous crack in the void.

His complexion paled, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, hastily invoking his Buddha Dharma to shatter the magic sword.

Then, he withdrew, retreating hastily. To his surprise, the inheritor of demonic arts still concealed his abilities at this juncture.

They and Gu Changge hadn’t fully revealed their capabilities until the very end.

I can endure it!

This resemblance prompted Jin Chan to curse inwardly; he had to utilize the Buddha’s light to dispel the black mist. Such injuries were difficult to heal and required ample time for recovery.

Fortunately, it was only a minor injury, not a fatal blow.

This brought him some measure of relief.

Boom!

“Don’t you still have tricks up your sleeve?”

Gu Changge’s visage was pallid as he materialized in the sky, his expression remaining impassive.

As the golden decree descended, its presence was vast and potent.

Charged with a lethal mandate, the golden inscriptions swept forth with relentless killing intent, descending upon the scene.

In an instant, the land quaked, the very fabric of the sky and earth shifted, horror reaching its zenith.

This surge of sword energy obliterated all the ploys employed by the inheritor of demonic arts. His eyes widened in disbelief as blood sprayed forth, an incredulous sight.

“This isn’t good.”

“This fellow is mad. He intends to unleash his blood essence. Today’s events are my fault.”

“Retreat!”

With a resounding cry, he led the four great sacred realm cultivators, intending to flee the scene. A blurred void opened before them, into which they hastened without hesitation.

Above the sky behind them, the gray fog parted, revealing numerous divine lights, each emanating formidable power.

Witnessing the astonishing spectacle moments ago, the onlookers were filled with trembling and soul-deep fear. They had nearly knelt in reverence.

Yet, some reacted swiftly, their horror palpable as they anxiously cried out, “Young Master Changge!”