This Is What a Villain Is Like

Chapter 186: Chapter 96: This Guy is Truly Terrifying, You Are No Match For Him, Immortal Embryo Creation Dew Obtained (Part 2)

’Damn it...!’

His thoughts raced. Ye Ming took a deep breath, knowing it was hopeless to explain, and let out a furious roar.

He stood firm above Bihu Lake like a Son of God. As he swung his fist, the astral winds raged, colliding with Ling Zhuyun’s sword strike and producing a terrifying sound that threatened to shatter eardrums.

Ling Zhuyun’s gaze was icy, and she remained silent.

’If Ye Ming really has nothing to do with the Blood Immortal Sect, why would someone come to his aid at a time like this? Could the people of the Blood Immortal Sect really be framing him on purpose?’

’She now only regretted not discovering Ye Ming’s ambitions sooner. If she had just believed Jiang Lan earlier, perhaps things wouldn’t have become so disastrous, so irreversible.’

BOOM!

A Moon Wheel materialized behind her, casting a cold, brilliant glow. Its killing intent was chilling, as if it had transformed into a supreme Divine Weapon.

Every ray of Moonlight hummed like a Divine Sword, causing the Void to tremble. The overwhelming might surged toward the heavens before slashing down in unison at Ye Ming.

Ye Ming threw punch after punch, his figure simultaneously retreating with haste.

Ling Zhuyun had abandoned the bloody figure and was now charging straight for him. Such power and killing intent made his heart sink with despair, even as he trembled in alarm.

WHOOSH...

Just then, a sinister, cold aura shot from the distant sky, rushing toward Ye Ming’s position.

Accompanied by a bloodcurdling wail that made one’s eardrums ache, the illusion of a Blood Infant suddenly lunged at Ye Ming, attempting to coil around him.

Caught off guard, Ye Ming had no time to react and could only summon a shield-shaped Magical Artifact in an attempt to block it.

But the Blood Infant illusion passed straight through the shield, pounced onto Ye Ming, and instantly vanished.

"Not good! This is the Blood Infant Skill..." the Old Ghost seemed to realize something and couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice.

But Ye Ming had no time to ask him for an explanation.

"Little thief Ye, I’ve finally found you..."

Enveloped in rosy light, a Divine Rainbow descended. A purple-robed Daoist, his face contorted with rage, appeared, striding through the air. His eyes were locked on Ye Ming, who was still battling Ling Zhuyun.

He gave Ye Ming no chance to speak, intending to seize this opportunity to kill him on the spot and reclaim the Pill Furnace.

From within his wide robes, a streak of purple divine light shot out, transforming into a simple, Ancient Mirror.

The mirror’s surface erupted with brilliant light, blanketing Ye Ming like a great net, intending to trap him.

’How did this old Daoist find me?’

Ye Ming was horrified, his expression growing uglier as he recognized the man as the Zixia Daoist who had been hunting him all this time.

’I clearly changed my appearance and concealed my aura. How could he still recognize me?’

The Zixia Daoist was different from the young Celestial Prides gathered here.

He was a genuine, veteran powerhouse. Even with his cultivation suppressed, he was by no means an opponent the young Celestial Prides could contend with.

Purple mist billowed from his sleeves, forming the divine shape of a purple Flood Dragon in the air. It opened its cavernous maw, unleashing gusts of foul, reeking wind as it lunged to bite Ye Ming.

At the same time, his Ancient Mirror tumbled through the air. Beams of light shot from its blurry surface, carrying a terrifying, searing aura that made the Void sizzle audibly. It was an astonishing sight.

Ye Ming’s face was a mask of alarm and fury as he rapidly retreated.

Ling Zhuyun seized the opportunity. A cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes as the Daoist Sword flew from her fair hand. She cast it forth, its brilliant light illuminating half the sky.

RUMBLE!

The Void convulsed. It was as if a great earthquake had struck the Ancient Medicine Garden, and everyone present trembled from the shock.

PFFT...

In the next moment, blood sprayed through the air. Ye Ming coughed up blood and was sent flying backward, his face instantly turning as white as a sheet.

The Zixia Daoist’s eyes glinted with sharp killing intent. Unforgiving now that he had the upper hand, he continued his pursuit.

In that instant, however, a bloody light suddenly appeared, blocking his path. The surging glow boiled as if about to transform into a sea of blood to hold him back.

Elder Purple Mist’s expression was grim. He roared, "You people from the Blood Immortal Sect are truly this brazen! Aren’t you afraid of inciting public outrage?"

"Not only did you deliberately spread the news of the Purple Mist True Monarch’s Cave Mansion to lure everyone here, but you also used the Array in this place to trap and kill so many people. This man even stole my Pill Furnace right in front of me! This is outrageous!"

"Heh, when has our Holy Sect ever needed to explain its actions to the likes of you? What does your anger matter?"

Several figures shrouded in bloody light appeared. They worked together to activate a Secret Treasure, which transformed into a surging sea of blood that temporarily trapped him.

One of them stepped forward, helped up the staggering Ye Ming, and stuffed some Elixir Pills into his hand.

"The Holy Sect is indestructible, its flame passed down for eternity. Might I ask if you are Senior Brother Ye Ming?"

"We were entrusted by a senior to come here and help you seize the opportunities of this place."

The figure spoke quickly, explaining their purpose to avoid any misunderstanding from Ye Ming.

They hadn’t acted before, only hidden in the shadows. But hearing the Zixia Daoist call out "little thief Ye," they immediately thought of the mysterious senior from the Holy Sect they had met outside the Secret Realm.

That senior had told them to assist a man named Ye Ming when the time came.

It now seemed that the Ye Ming the senior spoke of was the man right before them.

They were thrilled. After all, they had personally witnessed the earlier scene. This was a man whom even the Four Saints Illusion had verbally condemned and rejected, declaring his sins to be grievous.

To the people of the Blood Immortal Sect, who slaughtered their way across the world and used blood for their own sacrifices, this so-called "sin" was not a sin at all. To them, it was a form of recognition and glory.

"Who are you?"

Ye Ming’s body ached with excruciating pain. He stood up with the person’s support, his voice filled with shock and confusion.

’How do they know my name? And who is this senior he’s talking about?’