I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1812 - One After Another Takes The Stage

In the midst of the onlookers, Demon Peak's power stood out as truly formidable.

Serving as the Saint Son of the Giant Mountain Lineage, every technique Demon Peak practiced came straight from that Lineage's ultimate arts. Especially when members of this Lineage swelled to massive sizes, their defensive and offensive might turned utterly terrifying.

Yet even then, one lightning bolt had battered him into a wretched state.

Without his exceptional healing powers, he'd likely be nothing but a mangled heap of flesh and blood right now.

All those watching wore grave looks on their faces.

“Everyone, let’s join forces,” Shen Hongrong declared. “First suppress this peach tree, then each of us can rely on our own abilities to compete for the peaches.”

Black-purple wings beat furiously behind her. A dark storm swirled into being, whipping up sand and stones while the sky turned ominous.

The rest nodded their assent.

Zhao Jinwu flicked his hand, unleashing a raging flood of flames. He had mastered the Golden Crow Flame.

This skill formed the core reason behind his status as Saint Son of the Fire Crow Lineage.

Flames that pierced the heavens morphed into a colossal fire column, swallowing the peach tree whole.

Meanwhile, Saintess Qing swiftly pinched seals with her fingers. Surging spiritual energy in the air condensed into a pair of celestial luan—a male and a female—that hurtled ahead.

Zhao Qiuyi gripped the Innate Absolute Zero Sword tight.

Dazzling white radiance poured from her form. Though brilliant, the light froze all it touched. She fused seamlessly with her blade.

The Innate Absolute Zero Sword served as the heirloom weapon of the Ice Lineage's founding ancestors across generations. Wielding it meant earning their approval and tapping into the lingering might they bestowed.

All five unleashed nearly their full power.

The sixth figure, Wang Qianjun from the Sun-Moon Lineage, held back for now. Sun and moon marks on his brow shone together, as though he prepared some mighty technique.

Right then, the barrage of assaults hit the peach tree, but proved far from enough.

The enormous trunk quivered faintly.

A handful of purple leaves floated down from the canopy.

One leaf erupted into a lightning flood, smashing apart Saintess Qing's celestial luan.

Another morphed into a lightning lance that roared like a dragon, slicing Zhao Jinwu’s Golden Crow Flame in two.

Yet another, blending thunder and blaze, collided head-on with the Innate Absolute Zero Sword.

One leaf became a lightning stele. Wherever it landed, suppression reigned, instantly shattering the Witch Crow storm.

Another shifted into a colossal palm that seized Demon Peak, trapping him utterly.

One leaf, one marvel. Every marvel birthed a divine wonder.

Merely five leaves had neutralized the entire group.

“This is just too...” Demon Peak muttered bitterly, words failing him.

“Everyone, don’t hold back anymore, or there won’t be another chance,” someone called out.

“I did hold back,” Shen Hongrong replied darkly, “but from the looks of it, even going all out, we probably can't touch the Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree.”

Saintess Qing stayed calm, flashing a smile. “I used to feel unconvinced when Ye Qingcheng became Jade Court’s Saintess, thinking I was no worse than her. But she managed to pluck a peach from this tree. Now, I’m convinced.”

Zhao Jinwu stayed silent, though his face twisted unpleasantly. Always brimming with arrogance, this marked his first true crushing defeat.

“Everyone, let’s go all out one more time,” Shen Hongrong urged. “If it still doesn’t work, we’ll stop. How about that?”

After all, countless disciples observed from afar.

Endlessly getting repelled would tarnish their prestige.

Even prodigies craved dignity.

“I’ll go first,” Demon Peak growled coldly.

His muscles tensed across his frame, veins and tendons swelling fiercely.

He threw back his head, eyes blazing crimson like a furious beast.

“Giant Mountain Charge,” he bellowed, barreling straight at the peach tree.

No force seemed able to halt that impact.

“Just brute force,” Zhao Jinwu sneered.

Golden Crow Flame roared around him, sheathing his body entirely.

A sudden Golden Crow's shriek rent the skies. Zhao Jinwu shifted into Golden Crow form.

Ferocious beastly aura flooded out like an endless ocean as he surged ahead, his shape a scorching sun lighting up the ages.

Shen Hongrong too cloaked herself in shadowy power, becoming a crow.

She held the title of Saintess from the Witch Crow Lineage.

This wasn't some common crow.

Their Lineage bore human-crow hybrid blood, classifying them as half-demons.

Their path revolved around the fabled witchcraft.

This Lineage's legacy delved profoundly deep.

For billions of years, Jade Court has persisted all the way to the modern day.

Even in the primordial ancient epochs, they were already present.

Seventeen Queen Mothers of the West had emerged from Jade Court.

An incredible achievement this was.

Over that immense stretch of history, merely seventeen Queen Mothers had arisen.

The reason lay in the extraordinarily extended lifespans of each Queen Mother generation.

Not just from their cultivation methods, but also thanks to the peaches' life-prolonging properties.

Such was the defying-heaven essence of those peaches.

Thirty million years of reign over Jade Court belonged to the present Queen Mother.

In Jade Court, supreme power rested with the Queen Mother alone. She alone savored the peaches exclusively.

One among those seventeen Queen Mothers had founded the Witch Crow Lineage.

In those days, the Witch Crow Lineage outshone even the current Immortal Lineage in glory. It stood as the paramount Lineage.

Though somewhat diminished now, its might remained formidable.

Right then, dark energy gradually enveloped Shen Hongrong.

“Witchcraft: Heavenly Demon Sovereign Chaos!”

With a gentle cry, her hair whipped fiercely in the air, while purple radiance burst from her eyes.

Myriads of black crow swarms erupted from her back.

Differing from the Golden Crow, these Witch Crows measured only palm-sized, appearing utterly minuscule.

However, these minuscule Witch Crows amassed into tens of millions, blanketing the heavens densely and eclipsing all sight.

Their assault style proved bizarre. Clustering as one, they generated a voracious suction.

Devouring the heavens and the earth.

Zhao Qiuyi, meanwhile, stayed utterly quiet throughout.

The chill from her Innate Absolute Zero Sword intensified sharply as she uttered four words: “Absolute Zero.”

Every syllable bore the essence of the Dao of Ice.

In Saintess Qing of the Heavenly Luan Lineage's eyes, twin rays of light spun rapidly.

Those piercing rays lanced into the emptiness, churning winds and clouds, slashing the firmament, and warping the cosmos.

“Heavenly Luan Void Seal,” Saintess Qing called out, her hand sweeping forth.

She commandeered this force, sending ripples through the void while sealing all in stasis.

Wang Qianjun, from the start, refrained from any move, steadily accumulating power.

Suddenly, his eyes flew wide open.

Sometime earlier, a scorching sun and a luminous moon had manifested overhead.

Fusing as one, sun and moon ascended gradually, shining brilliantly upon each other.

“Sun-Moon Dharma Seal!” Wang Qianjun murmured.

Among them all, his aura surged the most dominantly.