God-Tier Villain

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

The Cold Moon Empress was left utterly speechless by his retort, only able to continuously tighten her grip on the sword.

Soren looked up, sweeping his gaze across the vast army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators. "If I said I haven’t killed anyone, you wouldn’t believe me either, would you?"

The White Dragon Sect Master broke into a wide grin. "What? Did I hear that right? The demon says he’s never killed anyone? This is truly the best joke I’ve heard all year!"

The Mountain Moon Cult Master sneered from the side. "Demon, stop acting crazy and playing dumb! Over nine thousand of my disciples died by the demonic techniques of your Endless Demonic Domain. That is ironclad proof!"

The crowd roared, "Kill the demon! Kill the demon!"

Soren stood with his hands behind his back, killing intent surging.

"You always pick the softest persimmon to squeeze."

"Good. Very good. Whoever doesn’t believe me, I’ll kill."

"Since none of you believe me, then I’ll just have to slaughter every last one of you, leaving no one alive."

"Kill us all?"

A wave of commotion swept through the crowd, but in the next second they processed what he had said. They slapped each other on the shoulders, doubling over in uncontrollable laughter.

Lysara also shook her head, mocking Soren for overestimating his own strength.

Boisterous voices rose from the crowd.

"Is this demon still dreaming?"

"Of the seventy-two Demon Venerables in the Endless Demonic Domain, you are the weakest."

"You’re a long way from being a Demon Emperor, the Cold Moon Empress could take your pathetic life with a single slap."

Bang!

The moment that cultivator’s voice faded, Soren clenched his hand across the void, detonating the man into a mist of blood.

Everyone’s scalps went numb on the spot. Terrified, they scrambled back, clearing a small empty space.

The pungent stench of blood assaulted their noses, leaving many cultivators dumbfounded.

Arnold and Bruce’s jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

They were Soren’s confidants, they knew very well that he had never killed anyone and was utterly terrified of blood. Just seeing it would normally turn his face pale and render him speechless.

This casual crushing of a human cultivator made them suspect for a split second that they were dreaming.

The White Dragon Sect Master’s eyes turned bloodshot, as the dead cultivator was one of his own disciples.

"Demon, you actually dare to slaughter the innocent and mount a senseless resistance! I think you’re—"

Bang!

Before he could finish, the White Dragon Sect Master was blasted apart by Soren’s punch.

Blood mist flew everywhere.

A rain of gore fell from above.

The terrifying intent behind the punch didn’t just obliterate the Sect Master. It shocked a massive swath of cultivators to death as well, roughly seven or eight thousand of them.

His speed was too fast, like a bolt of lightning. In the entire venue, only the Cold Moon Empress could clearly see his trajectory.

Even Arnold and Bruce were left staring blankly, unable to catch his shadow.

"It’s the Emperor Realm! Our master is a Lower-Tier Demon Emperor!?" Bruce sensed it multiple times to ensure he wasn’t mistaken, then began screaming like a madman.

How could he not go mad?

A Demon Emperor stood above a Demon Venerable, both divided into Upper, Middle, and Lower tiers.

Soren had always presented himself with the strength of a Lower-Tier Demon Venerable.

Who could have imagined that this coward, who didn’t even dare kill a chicken, was actually a Lower-Tier Demon Emperor!

Boom!

Soren blossomed across the sky like a demonic flower.

One punch per sect master, the shockwaves of his punches and palm strikes killed swathes of cultivators, their corpses raining down from the sky.

No flashy movements, no terrifying demonic techniques, relying solely on fists and feet, he slaughtered the leaders of the twelve major sects until only the Cold Moon Empress and the Mountain Moon Cult Master remained.

"He really is a demon! He’s gone mad!"

"He’s already killed over two hundred thousand of us!"

Panic seized everyone in an instant.

The Mountain Moon Cult Master felt his scalp tingle to the extreme.

It was as if lightning had struck the top of his head, paralyzing his organs and bones, causing his entire body to tremble violently.

He turned to run, but Soren grabbed the back of his neck and snapped it clean off.

He tossed the corpse into the mountain of dead bodies.

Arnold’s eyes were slightly red as he reminded Bruce. "The young master gave an order to kill them all. Activate the Heaven and Earth Demonic Formation immediately. Don’t let a single one escape alive!"

The Heaven and Earth Demonic Formation was a prison formation that Arnold, in order to protect Soren, had instructed Bruce to secretly set up three days prior. It could lock down any cultivator below the Emperor Realm.

Bruce swung his massive hammer, purple lightning intertwined as eerie demonic runes and formations appeared simultaneously in the sky and on the ground, sealing the space.

Many cultivators, terrified by the slaughter, were fleeing in all directions.

When their bodies crashed into the formation, purple lightning arcs instantly ignited, tearing them into pieces no larger than fingernails.

Bruce let out a massive roar and charged in with his iron hammer, a single swing sent a thousand people spouting blood.

Arnold, completely unhurried, held his old waist with one hand and raised his cane with the other, aiming the tip at a cluster of cultivators, he unleashed a torrent of roaring flames, burning a vast number of them to a crisp.

With master and servants united in slaughter, the hundreds of thousands of human cultivators were quickly reduced by seventy to eighty percent.

Meanwhile, Soren was already clashing with Lysara.

The aura and shockwaves from their clash wiped out large groups of cultivators, blood mist churned, dyeing the Ten Directions Mountain red.

Soren swallowed energy like a dragon. With a single punch, he snapped the sword the Cold Moon Empress had thrust toward his throat, he then backhanded the broken blade, driving it right into the Empress’s heart.

Blood spurted from the Cold Moon Empress’s chest, her beautiful face turned ghastly pale, completely terrified and mentally broken by his sheer imposing aura.

Although they were both in the Lower-Tier Emperor Realm, she had only recently advanced and was far inferior to Soren!