[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-really-am-a-villain":3,"chapter-i-really-am-a-villain-i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1299":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Really Am A Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1434124,1885,"Chapter 1299 - Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign, Shattering The Heavens In All Directions","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1299",1299,"\u003Cp>A mighty wind arose, and the clouds rolled across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the raging gale, an aged figure slowly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll let you strike three times first,” the old man said calmly. “Lest others say I bully the young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo lifted his gaze toward the speaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s hair was tied in a single braid atop his head, like ancient scholars used to wear, giving him an air of refinement. He wore a cyan scholar’s robe embroidered with mysterious patterns, his eyes deep and composed. His nose was slightly sunken, his lips dry and cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he approached, the power of a Saint Sovereign surged from him without restraint. The overwhelming pressure rolled forward like a tidal wave, crashing toward Xu Zimo to assert his dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boy, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance,” the old man said again. “Three moves. I won’t strike first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And who might you be?” Xu Zimo asked bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s one of Vast Heaven God Realm’s three Saint Sovereigns, the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign,” Wu Zhaodi quickly explained from the side. “Among Vast Heaven’s strongest, there are three: Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign, War Heaven Saint Sovereign, and the Primordial Sword Saint Sovereign, Qi Haoran.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The first stage of the Saint Sovereign realm, Supreme Giant,” Xu Zimo murmured after sensing the old man’s aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered what Paimon had once told him, the five stages of the Saint Sovereign. This old man seemed to be at the first stage, a Supreme Giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the first step of a Saint Sovereign was far beyond what a Grand Emperor could match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of Vast Heaven’s three ancestors,” Wu Zhaodi added, “both Martial Spirit and War Heaven are said to be Supreme Giants. As for Qi Haoran, his realm is a mystery. He was already an Eternal Overlord over a hundred thousand years ago, no one knows how far he’s gone now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter,” Xu Zimo said with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign. “Are you certain you’ll give me three strikes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When have I ever gone back on my word?” the old man replied. “I’ll make it simple, if you lose, leave the inheritance token and depart on your own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t lose,” Xu Zimo said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his hand, and Shadow Tyrant flew from its sheath, radiating boundless blade intent. Without any further motion, he stepped forward, the power of his blade surging like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised Shadow Tyrant high and struck fiercely toward the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fine blade, and your intent is decent,” the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign said, evaluating him as one might a junior. “But it’s not enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands remained clasped behind his back, showing no sign of concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the blade intent came crashing down from above, he merely raised his right hand, where the Primal Dao of Wind gathered. Wisps of breeze swirled around his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo noticed that many in Vast Heaven God Realm cultivated wind-based laws, it was clearly the sect’s foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the old man lifted his hand, the force of wind met the descending blade. The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign’s expression remained unchanged. “One move,” he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes but did not withdraw his sword. Instead, the power of all living beings, the Power of Faith, erupted from within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s strength lay in his mastery of deflection, using the nature of wind to dissolve his opponent’s attacks. That was why he stood unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Xu Zimo’s Power of Faith burst forth, Shadow Tyrant flared brighter, its intent multiplying a thousandfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unleashed all Nineteen Forms of Dao-Seeking, his blade suppressing the heavens, reversing reincarnation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks spiderwebbed through the very fabric of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign still appeared unhurried, the Primal Dao of Wind swirling in his palm as he moved to catch the strike again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that instant, Xu Zimo’s own Primal Dao of Wind erupted around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The power of a Primal Dao?” the old man exclaimed in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught off guard, he tried to evade, but Shadow Tyrant was already upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flash of silver light, his right hand was severed cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign’s body staggered backward, retreating rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s that strike?” Xu Zimo asked, resting his blade on his shoulder with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I underestimated you,” the old man admitted. “But how can a mere Grand Emperor wield the power of Primal Dao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is cultivating Primal Dao so difficult?” Xu Zimo asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s nearly impossible,” the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign replied firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What you can’t do doesn’t make it impossible,” Xu Zimo smiled. “It just means you have skill issues.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. Then I’ll capture you and question you myself,” the old man said darkly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If earlier he had only aimed for the inheritance token, now his greed had doubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Grand Emperor who could grasp a Primal Dao, that was a power that could overturn the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tiger-Crane Twin Form!” the old man roared, charging forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he didn’t hold back. His stance was as graceful as a crane, yet his momentum as fierce as a tiger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved with uncanny precision, not mere imitation, but true embodiment, his aura fusing completely with the essence of the beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful,” Wu Zhaodi warned. “The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign entered the Path of Dao through martial forms. He observed all living creatures and merged them into his own path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo focused his gaze. The old man’s speed was astonishing, wind cultivators were naturally swift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp cry like a crane’s, he appeared instantly beside Xu Zimo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a thunderous tiger’s roar. Behind the old man, a spectral tiger materialized, lunging at Xu Zimo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo raised Shadow Tyrant to block. The clash exploded with a deafening boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade quivered violently; even Xu Zimo’s arms went numb from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dragon-Seizing Hand!” the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign shouted next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dragon’s roar resounded, striking Xu Zimo’s mind like a psychic blast. His head buzzed with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s hands, shaped like dragon claws, seized Xu Zimo’s shoulders and flung him outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eightfold Heaven-Splitting!” Xu Zimo roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless blade intent burst forth from within him. The small blades formed by Lu Sheng’s transformation trembled violently inside his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign instantly leapt back, glancing at his palms, now covered in countless fine, even blade marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a domineering technique,” he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light of blades filled the air around Xu Zimo, dazzling and blinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every direction, Heaven-Splitting Blade Intent surged forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next moment, the blades stormed toward the Martial Spirit Saint Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I admit, you are exceptional, even among Grand Emperors, you’re extraordinary,” the old man said gravely. “But this is where it ends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the shadow of a colossal beast slowly took form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it inhaled, the very heavens and earth seemed to collapse inward, drawn toward its maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hurricanes roared as the winds converged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast had no fixed shape, its form constantly shifting, ethereal and formless, but its eyes glowed with tangible azure light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one exhalation, the creature unleashed a tornado that engulfed the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo’s figure was swept up by the cyclone, his body spinning violently within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As expected,” Xu Zimo murmured to himself. “Facing a Saint Sovereign, even if only a Supreme Giant, head-on while still in the Life-Death Stage… my strength is still lacking.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1250,"2026-06-06T01:07:13.278Z",1,"novelbin.me","7109a54629c3a8d1349452e460c9dcb80b1d8bbadca54efed7ef72aa1d5de5fd","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1300","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1298",1822,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-really-am-a-villain-cover.jpg"]