I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: The powerful and overwhelming Gu Xian’er, kill him

Jiang Chen couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but in the presence of this remarkably beautiful girl, he always felt an overwhelming sense of dread. Despite her indifferent expression, Jiang Chen couldn’t shake the feeling of a lurking danger, a hint of murderous intent lingering in the air.

Yet, despite the tension, Jiang Chen had to summon his courage. “Um, that… that lavender inscription…” He gestured nervously towards the broken piece in Gu Xian’er’s hand, the implication clear.

“Is this yours?” Gu Xian’er’s inquiry was delivered with a chilly demeanor, her voice cutting through the silence like ice. She peered down at the fractured relic, its ancient features emanating an enigmatic energy, shrouded in mystery. The intricate divine inscriptions etched upon it seemed to hold secrets untold.

Surprised by the revelation, Jiang Chen found himself momentarily at a loss for words. He shook his head, realizing that despite his earlier discovery and relentless pursuit, the artifact now rested in the possession of the girl before him. There was no need for him to ask.

And Jiang Chen could feel it, the girl standing before him was inscrutable, leagues beyond his own capabilities. Any inadvertent provocation could potentially lead to his demise.

“I spotted a glimmer of light darting over there just moments ago. I thought it might lead to something valuable, so I followed it. Little did I know, it was just a broken inscription,” Jiang Chen explained with a wry smile, a tinge of regret coloring his tone. He hoped that the girl before him had merely picked up the artifact out of curiosity, unaware of its true worth. If that were the case, perhaps she’d discard it casually, providing him with an opportunity to claim it rightfully.

“Indeed? I examined this inscription, and it seemed anything but ordinary,” Gu Xian’er remarked, casting a fleeting glance at Jiang Chen, as if she could discern his thoughts effortlessly.

“Da Hong, what do you make of this?” She held the inscription out to the large red bird perched on her shoulder, seeking its opinion.

The Big Red Bird nodded eagerly, a hint of human-like surprise flickering in its eyes. When it turned its gaze towards Jiang Chen, its expression grew even more hostile. It seemed to sense that the man standing before them harbored intentions of seizing their newfound treasure.

Observing Jiang Chen’s reaction, Gu Xian’er let out a disdainful snort, a hint of mockery playing across her delicate features. “Still attempting to deceive me? Do you truly believe I’m oblivious to your schemes?”

Caught off guard by Gu Xian’er’s astuteness, Jiang Chen inwardly cursed his oversight. He had clearly underestimated the girl’s perceptiveness. His mind raced, scrambling to concoct an excuse to justify his actions.

“Jiang Chen, flee! This girl harbors murderous intent towards you. She may be planning to rob you…” The urgent voice of the Immortal Boat Spirit echoed in Jiang Chen’s mind, flooding him with alarm.

Before Jiang Chen could fully comprehend the warning, instinct kicked in, propelling him into action. Without a moment’s hesitation, he summoned his strength and bolted, a tattered divine weapon materializing from his sleeve, transforming into a streak of divine light in a desperate attempt to impede Gu Xian’er’s pursuit.

“You dare to assail me? After plotting to rob me?” Gu Xian’er’s initial contemplation of whether to strike was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected assault. Astonished by Jiang Chen’s audacity, her expression twisted into a blend of anger and disdain, her eyes flashing with a murderous glint.

Caught off guard by Jiang Chen’s reaction, Gu Xian’er let out a disdainful snort, a hint of mockery playing across her delicate features. “Still attempting to deceive me? Do you truly believe I’m oblivious to your schemes?”

Caught off guard by Gu Xian’er’s astuteness, Jiang Chen inwardly cursed his oversight. He had clearly underestimated the girl’s perceptiveness. His mind raced, scrambling to concoct an excuse to justify his actions.

“Jiang Chen, flee! This girl harbors murderous intent towards you. She may be planning to rob you…” The urgent voice of the Immortal Boat Spirit echoed in Jiang Chen’s mind, flooding him with alarm.

Before Jiang Chen could fully comprehend the warning, instinct kicked in, propelling him into action. Without a moment’s hesitation, he summoned his strength and bolted, a tattered divine weapon materializing from his sleeve, transforming into a streak of divine light in a desperate attempt to impede Gu Xian’er’s pursuit.

“You dare to assail me? After plotting to rob me?” Gu Xian’er’s initial contemplation of whether to strike was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected assault. Astonished by Jiang Chen’s audacity, her expression twisted into a blend of anger and disdain, her eyes flashing with a murderous glint.

A sudden buzz reverberated through the void, causing it to quiver with intensity. From Gu Xian’er’s sleeve emerged a crystal-clear jade sword, its surface adorned with intricate patterns of interwoven rules, its edge gleaming with a mesmerizing brilliance as it cleaved through the very fabric of space, hurtling towards Jiang Chen who raced ahead.

Despite Jiang Chen’s desperate sprint, he remained no match for Gu Xian’er’s prowess. In a matter of moments, the jade sword closed in, slicing through the void with unparalleled force. A chilling aura engulfed Jiang Chen, freezing him to his core as the imminent threat loomed over him.

In an instant, Jiang Chen’s complexion paled, a sense of impending doom washing over him like a tidal wave. The specter of death whispered in his ear, enveloping him in a suffocating shroud of fear.

“Why is she so formidable…” Despair etched across his features, Jiang Chen grappled with the stark reality of his predicament. At this critical juncture, he found himself utterly defenseless against Gu Xian’er’s overwhelming strength.

Boom!

With a resounding boom, a golden spear descended from the heavens, towering as high as ten thousand feet, wielding immense power as it intercepted the sword aimed at Jiang Chen.

“What a waste. Letting your spoils slip through your fingers like this,” remarked the blond youth from the Supreme God Clan as he descended from the sky. His eyes gleamed with a golden hue, his hair shimmering with radiance. Casting a disdainful glance at Jiang Chen, he exuded an air of arrogance.

Only after acknowledging Jiang Chen did he turn his attention to Gu Xian’er, who had launched the surprise attack from behind.

Covered in a cold sweat, Jiang Chen staggered to his feet before the gates of oblivion, his body trembling with exhaustion. He hadn’t anticipated the ruthless determination of the girl with the immortal spirit, who seemed intent on snuffing out his life. Had Jiang Ming arrived even a moment later, Jiang Chen would have met a tragic end.

Unfazed by Jiang Ming’s derisive remarks, Jiang Chen felt a chill run down his spine as he gazed at Gu Xian’er, her aura exuding an ominous sense of calm. He understood the might of the Supreme God Clan all too well. If the enigmatic girl before them possessed any semblance of reason, she wouldn’t dare to persist in her assault.

“Did you steal this fellow’s treasure?” Jiang Ming scrutinized Gu Xian’er intently, surprise flickering in his eyes.

Despite the Supreme God Clan’s reputation for harboring an abundance of handsome men and beautiful women, Jiang Ming found himself captivated by the unprecedented beauty and elegance exuded by Gu Xian’er. Her allure seemed to transcend mere mortal charm, possessing an aura of both breathtaking beauty and ominous allure.

Yet, Jiang Ming’s demeanor remained unaffected, his words retaining their characteristic nonchalance. As Gu Xian’er approached from behind, her ethereal presence accentuated by the fluttering of her dress and the cascade of her blue silk-like hair, she regarded him with an icy gaze, her silence speaking volumes.

The blond youth’s formidable strength did not escape Gu Xian’er’s notice; in her estimation, he had already surpassed the semi-sacred realm, standing on the precipice of sacred attainment. Nevertheless, she remained undeterred. Should he dare to impede her, she harbored no qualms about unleashing her lethal prowess.

Observing Gu Xian’er’s indifference, Jiang Ming’s expression darkened, a tinge of resentment clouding his features. Despite his status as the esteemed prodigy of the Supreme God Clan, boasting an illustrious lineage and formidable strength, he found himself subject to such blatant disregard. When had he ever been so thoroughly dismissed?

“If you possess any semblance of wisdom, surrender your belongings, and perhaps I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, no one can save you today,” Jiang Ming declared coldly, the golden runes adorning his spear shimmering with a menacing brilliance, radiating a palpable aura of terror and awe.

In Jiang Ming’s estimation, Gu Xian’er appeared to be a solitary figure, devoid of any companions even within the perilous confines of the tomb. Such a lack of allies hinted at a less-than-illustrious background in his eyes.

“You’re brash beyond belief, ignorant of the consequences,” Jiang Ming scoffed, his disdain for Gu Xian’er evident in his tone. The audacity with which she carried herself irked him, her mere presence unsettling.

However, Gu Xian’er’s patience wore thin in the face of Jiang Ming’s arrogance. His gaze, filled with disdain, grated on her nerves, prompting her to take action and grant his fervent wish for a swift demise.

Without a word, Gu Xian’er launched into a ferocious assault, her form exuding a formidable aura. Her petite, jade-like fist, though delicate in appearance, carried the weight of an immortal’s wrath. Brilliant beams of light erupted forth, accompanied by devastating shockwaves that laid waste to the surrounding landscape, shattering mountains and reducing ancient trees to ash, alerting nearby cultivators engaged in their own pursuits for treasures.

Jiang Ming, caught off guard by Gu Xian’er’s sudden aggression, seethed with fury at her brazen attack. His countenance contorted with rage as a suffocating aura enveloped him, his anger palpable in the air.

Boom! As Jiang Ming unleashed his attack, the golden divine light within him coalesced into a formidable golden dharma, towering ominously in the heavens. With a mighty sweep, his spear, radiating a surge of golden light, descended upon Gu Xian’er with the force of a thousand bulls.

Undeterred, Gu Xian’er’s icy countenance remained unchanged as she met Jiang Ming’s onslaught head-on, her jade-like fist colliding with the spear in a clash of titans. Despite her slender frame, her strength was nothing short of astounding.

A shockwave rippled through the air as their powers clashed, the sheer force of their confrontation causing the sky to darken. A serpentine dragon of spiritual energy coiled around Gu Xian’er, its majestic form traversing the heavens, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.

In the distance, the expressions of many cultivators shifted, sensing the palpable aura of battle emanating from the scene. A sense of trepidation gripped their souls as they bore witness to the clash of these formidable adversaries. Even the venerable masters of great sects cast their gaze downward, their brows furrowed in concern.

Boom! The clash between Gu Xian’er and Jiang Ming seemed to rupture the very fabric of reality, as if the earth itself were being torn asunder in the throes of cosmic combat. A symphony of endless rules intertwined and converged, culminating in a cataclysmic crescendo.

In the aftermath, a figure was sent hurtling through the air, hair disheveled and a trickle of blood staining the corner of his mouth.

“Is this the extent of your abilities? I must say, I’m rather disappointed,” Gu Xian’er remarked casually as she approached, her dress billowing around her like ethereal wisps. Despite her graceful demeanor, the power she displayed left many nearby cultivators awestruck.

“This… this can’t be happening…” Jiang Ming’s complexion paled, his form recoiling in retreat as he found himself outmatched with a single blow. The sensation of tingling in his arm baffled him; how could his weapon, forged from steel and willpower, falter against the brute force of his opponent?

An air of disbelief and frustration engulfed Jiang Ming as he grappled with the reality of his predicament. Despite the apparent youthfulness of his adversary, her unparalleled strength defied all expectations.

“I refuse to accept defeat,” Jiang Ming gritted his teeth, determination burning within him as he braced himself for another round of combat.

Amidst the ranks of the Supreme God Clan, Jiang Ming stood as a formidable leader, unmatched by his peers. Yet, he found himself bewildered by the overwhelming power wielded by a girl he had encountered so casually within this tomb.

A fearsome golden divine flame erupted from Jiang Ming’s form, transforming him into a celestial deity descending upon the mortal realm. His divine aura radiated a heat so intense it seemed to scorch the very fabric of reality, causing even the void to waver as if succumbing to the flames.

This was a talent unique to the Supreme God Clan: the Supreme Divine Flame. Among the plethora of divine fires that existed in the upper realms, it reigned supreme, unrivaled in its potency.

“Now, let’s see how you fare against this,” Jiang Ming declared, his voice resolute as he brandished his long spear and charged forth. The void ruptured, resembling a starburst as dazzling light erupted, hurtling towards Gu Xian’er once more.

Simultaneously, the golden light emanating from Jiang Ming’s eyes illuminated the surroundings, as the Supreme Divine Fire transformed into a golden dragon, descending from the heavens with a fervor to incinerate all in its path. The nearby cultivators trembled and quaked with palpable fear in the face of such overwhelming power.

“Their strength is beyond comprehension. The mere aftermath of their clash could annihilate me countless times over,” Jiang Chen muttered in horror, his instinct driving him to flee, desperate to avoid being caught in the crossfire of their battle.

Yet, despite the overwhelming might displayed by Jiang Ming, Gu Xian’er’s demeanor remained unfazed. With a graceful gesture, she conjured thousands of swords, each akin to a blossoming flower in the world’s garden.

Boing boing… The swords resonated harmoniously, their crystalline blades gleaming with an ethereal jade-like hue. Each petal carried a potent aura of murderous intent, weaving through the void with such precision that it seemed capable of effortlessly rending the fabric of space itself.

This divine technique was a testament to Gu Xian’er’s formidable prowess. Its beauty belied the deadly intent lurking within, a manifestation of her unparalleled skill and mastery over the art of combat.

Boom! Monstrous fluctuations reverberated through the air, causing mountains to crumble and ancient trees to splinter. Terrified cultivators and creatures scattered in all directions, seeking refuge from the epicenter of the battle.

Amidst the chaos, many young prodigies watched in awe, unable to tear their eyes away from the dazzling display of power. However, the brilliance emanating from the battleground obscured their view, leaving them unable to discern the true nature of the confrontation.

Meanwhile, esteemed leaders of great sects observed with keen interest, recognizing the unmistakable aura of the Supreme Divine Flame—the hallmark of the Supreme God Clan. This revelation hinted at the involvement of a genius from the prestigious clan in the ongoing skirmish.

Among those onlookers stood the young talents of the True Immortal Academy, their gazes alight with curiosity and admiration.

“The prowess of the Supreme God Clan’s genius is truly remarkable. But who could be their opponent?” pondered a quasi-sequence disciple, their eyes ablaze with curiosity.

Meanwhile, Yue Mingkong raised a skeptical eyebrow, sensing subtle fluctuations in the ether.

“Could that be Xian’er?” she mused, her confidence in Gu Xian’er unwavering even from a distance.

On the other hand, Jiang Luoshen’s gaze remained fixed on the ancient palace, her concern palpable.

“What is Jiang Ming thinking? I entrusted him with protecting Jiang Chen, yet here he is, embroiled in battle,” she muttered, her brow furrowed in consternation.

Noticing the distant turmoil, a faint furrow creased Yue Mingkong’s otherwise indifferent brow, a chill passing through her usually composed visage. Yet, her primary focus remained fixed on the ancient palace and the radiant crack emitting beams of light. She harbored a sense of reassurance regarding Jiang Ming’s strength, confident that he could handle himself in the midst of battle.

However, her tranquility was shattered by a shrill scream that pierced the air. The attention of numerous onlookers, including many esteemed geniuses and seasoned cultivators, shifted abruptly towards the unfolding spectacle.

As the dazzling golden light dissipated, Jiang Ming emerged clutching his injured arm, his countenance twisted with resentment and disbelief. His divine powers had been shattered, and his weapon lay in ruins, shattered into countless fragments that danced in the sky. To him, the turn of events seemed utterly inconceivable.

“This… this can’t be happening. How could your cultivation be on par with mine?” Jiang Ming’s voice quivered with incredulity, his complexion drained of color.

The onlookers watched in stunned silence, their expressions mirroring the shock and disbelief that permeated the atmosphere.

In a grave state of injury, Jiang Ming’s body teetered on the brink of collapse, drenched in blood as he struggled to maintain his composure. Across from him, Gu Xian’er remained stoic, her pristine complexion marred by a smattering of blood that clearly did not belong to her.

“Nothing is beyond possibility. You dare to challenge fate,” Gu Xian’er’s voice rang out, resolute and unwavering, as she surged forward once more. With a swift motion, her palm descended upon Jiang Ming, causing him to cough up another gout of blood as his body convulsed, wracked with agony.

Witnessing the ferocity of the battle unfolding before him, Jiang Chen’s eyes widened in shock, a shiver running down his spine. Were it not for Jiang Ming’s timely intervention, he would have surely met his demise at the hands of this enigmatic girl.

“Who is she…” Monk Pu Du muttered in disbelief, his normally elusive demeanor momentarily forgotten as he stood beside Jiang Chen, his gaze fixed upon the harrowing spectacle.

Seeking answers, Jiang Chen turned to the monk in confusion, only to be met with a tight frown and a pointed glance directed towards Jiang Luoshen.

Caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty, Jiang Chen could only watch in bewilderment as the mysterious girl continued her relentless assault, her true identity shrouded in mystery.

“We’re in deep trouble,” Jiang Chen sighed heavily, a sense of foreboding settling over him. “To think that her opponent would turn out to be the genius of the Supreme God Clan… This situation is more complicated than we imagined.”

The realization dawned upon many of the True Immortal Academy’s brightest minds as they recognized Gu Xian’er, their shock palpable in their expressions.

“How dare you lay hands on me! I hail from the Supreme God Clan!” Jiang Ming’s frantic protests were met with disbelief as he witnessed Gu Xian’er’s relentless assault.

Fear and despair etched themselves onto Jiang Ming’s face as he grappled with the horrifying possibility of his demise in full view of the public. Could she truly be ignorant of his identity?

“So what?” Gu Xian’er’s response was devoid of any hesitation or remorse, her resolve unyielding as she pressed forward with her relentless onslaught, intent on ending Jiang Ming’s life then and there.

“Stop!” Jiang Luoshen’s voice rang out, her expression darkening with displeasure. She had not anticipated Gu Xian’er’s blatant disregard for Jiang Ming’s status upon learning of his affiliation with the Supreme God Race. “He’s a member of the Supreme God Race! How dare you attack him?” Her words carried a chilling tone as she demanded an explanation for Gu Xian’er’s actions.

Boom! As Jiang Luoshen’s words echoed through the air, a resplendent golden figure emerged behind her, radiating an aura of unparalleled power. The pressure of the Great Sacred Realm’s pinnacle spanned tens of thousands of miles, shrouding the surroundings in chaotic mist as a massive palm reached out, poised to rescue Jiang Ming from imminent danger.

“The pinnacle of the Great Sacred Realm… a leader-level figure,” murmured the onlookers in awe, their expressions awash with reverence and fear. The sheer magnitude of the newcomer’s presence compelled even the most stalwart cultivators to quiver, their instincts urging them to kneel and bow before such overwhelming might. Even the most eminent figures among them could not conceal their trepidation.

In the hierarchy of power within the Supreme God Clan, individuals at this level were virtually invincible, rarely encountering adversaries within their own realm.

“Hmph! You dare to shield someone marked for death by my Gu family?” scoffed Gu Xian’er disdainfully, her words slicing through the air like a blade.

Among the Ancient Immortal Gu family, a stern-faced old man stepped forward, emitting a cold snort that reverberated through the air. With a flick of his sleeves, the world seemed to be enveloped in an ethereal shroud, thousands of sleeves imbued with potent Immortal energy.

The tremendous pressure of the peak of the Great Sacred Realm erupted from him as he confronted the powerhouse of the Supreme God Clan head-on.

“Ancient Immortal Gu family…” Jiang Luo’s countenance shifted subtly, his surprise evident. He had not anticipated that the enigmatic girl would be affiliated with such a prestigious lineage. Her disregard for their status now made sense, casting a gloomy shadow over his expression.

In the upper realms, few factions possessed the clout to unsettle the Supreme God Clan, but the Ancient Immortal Gu family was undoubtedly one of them.

“Is she truly of the Ancient Immortal Gu family?” Jiang Chen’s astonishment mirrored that of the crowd as he turned to Monk Pu Du for confirmation.

The monk nodded gravely. “You may not be familiar with her identity, but you’re undoubtedly acquainted with her cousin.”

A chill crept up Jiang Chen’s spine as he uttered the name he both feared and despised: “Gu… Gu Changge?”

Monk Pu Du’s response was barely audible, yet it reached Jiang Luoshen’s ears with crystal clarity, sending a shiver down her spine.

Monk Pu Du spoke with solemnity, his words laden with weight. “The woman you see before you is Gu Xian’er, cousin to Gu Changge. She holds a cherished position within the Ancient Immortal Gu family as their little princess.”

He continued, expressing his surprise at Jiang Ming’s ill-fated confrontation with Gu Xian’er, emphasizing the gravity of offending her. However, what truly instilled fear was the formidable figure looming behind her: Gu Changge.

As the conversation unfolded, Jiang Luoshen felt a headache coming on. She hadn’t anticipated the complications that would arise from Jiang Ming’s clash with Gu Xian’er.

Jiang Chen’s demeanor turned cold, his understanding deepening upon learning of Gu Xian’er’s lineage. The revelation shed light on her ruthlessness and cruelty.

Meanwhile, numerous onlookers, including both geniuses and prominent figures, observed the spectacle with keen interest. High above, the clash between the Great Sacred Realm powerhouses of the Supreme God Clan and the Ancient Immortal Gu Family sent shockwaves rippling through all present.

Both factions, steeped in profound heritage and influence within the Upper Realm, commanded reverence and fear. The Ancient Immortal Gu Family, in particular, stood as an enigmatic and formidable force, their power requiring no explanation.

As the conflict escalated between the two formidable forces, it became evident that the ensuing chaos would draw the attention of numerous factions.

Jiang Luoshen, recognizing the potential ramifications of the unfolding situation, wore a subtle expression of unease on her normally impassive visage. It was clear that she found herself in a precarious position, caught in a dilemma she could scarcely navigate.

“Your Majesty, please intervene,” Jiang Ming pleaded, his shock palpable. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Gu Xian’er, seemingly without any backing, would turn out to be the esteemed little princess of the Ancient Immortal Gu family. The revelation left him reeling with disbelief.

Questions swirled in his mind. Why had she acted alone before, without the support of her family? The thought gnawed at him, fueling his frustration and confusion. Yet, in the face of imminent danger, survival remained his paramount concern.

Jiang Luoshen, acutely aware of the precariousness of Jiang Ming’s situation, felt a pang of concern. If he were to meet his end here, explaining the circumstances to her uncle upon their return would prove exceedingly difficult. Softening her tone, she appealed for reason in a bid to salvage the situation.

“Release Jiang Ming. Let us discuss this matter calmly,” she implored, her voice devoid of its earlier assertiveness.

Gu Xian’er regarded Jiang Ming with a cold gaze, her initial inclination to keep her family out of the fray waning in the heat of the moment. While she preferred solitude, the prospect of Jiang Ming’s demise offered temporary respite from her simmering anger.

The looming conflict between the Ancient Immortal Gu family and the Supreme God Clan threatened to embroil the entire Dao Lineage, presenting an opportunity for opportunistic factions to exploit the chaos for their own gain. After deliberation, albeit reluctantly, Gu Xian’er ultimately decided to release Jiang Ming.

Surveying the aftermath with a cold gaze, Jiang Luoshen’s suspicions fell upon Jiang Chen, holding him responsible for the unfolding debacle.

“So that’s how it is…” Jiang Chen admitted, unable to conceal the truth any longer. He recounted the sequence of events, clarifying that Jiang Ming’s actions stemmed from his desire to obtain the lavender inscription, a matter unrelated to him. Had Gu Xian’er not acquired the inscription first, Jiang Ming would have inevitably seized it from him.

Jiang Luoshen’s brows furrowed in response, acknowledging Jiang Chen’s misjudgment in the matter. She recognized that the conflict had arisen solely due to Jiang Ming’s actions and held him accountable.

Determined to rectify the situation, Jiang Luoshen resolved to extend an olive branch to Gu Xian’er, offering compensation as a gesture of apology. However, she stipulated that Gu Xian’er must first release Jiang Ming from her grasp before negotiations could commence.

“We erred in this matter, and to make amends, we offer compensation,” Jiang Luoshen began, her voice gentler than before, a rare departure from her usual demeanor.

Gu Xian’er furrowed her brow at the offer, initially intending to release Jiang Ming. However, the notion of accepting compensation gave her pause. Did she truly require their restitution? Furthermore, acquiescing might be perceived as weakness, a notion she found unsettling. Was she still apprehensive about the Supreme God Clan’s retaliation?

As Gu Xian’er grappled with her decision, a faint voice resonated from the distant skies.

“Kill him.”