I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1814 - One Blade Defeats The Peach Tree, One Fist Shatters The Heavenly Palace

The Heavenly Palace hurtled down with overwhelming pressure, completely overshadowing the sky.

All faces twisted in sheer horror.

A voice bellowed, “Wang Qianjun, quickly recall the Sun and Moon Scripture.”

Wang Qianjun seemed ready to burst into tears, his calm mask shattered as he responded, “The Heavenly Palace is beyond my control now. I can’t retrieve it.”

Boom.

The colossal Heavenly Palace crashed from the heavens, forcing the terrified crowd to scatter wildly like ants on a sizzling pan.

Even by itself, the Heavenly Palace was fearsome enough. Boosted by the peach tree’s momentum, its descent turned utterly devastating.

“Brother Xu, we need to flee,” Wang Ya cried, clutching Xu Zimo’s arm.

“No need to panic,” Xu Zimo replied with a grin, shaking his head. “Does this mean they’ve failed? So the Peach Banquet spots are mine now.”

“You’re still worried about spots at a moment like this?” Wang Ya screamed.

Purple light erupted fiercely in Xu Zimo’s eyes. Demonic energy swirled around him wildly as he strode ahead, frightening Wang Ya out of her wits.

Without waiting for her words, Xu Zimo charged forward against the flow, racing directly at the Heavenly Palace.

This bold move stunned everyone nearby.

“Has this fellow lost his mind?”

“He’s actually confronting the Heavenly Palace straight on?”

“That person,” the Saint Sons and Saintesses finally spotted Xu Zimo too.

As the Heavenly Palace plummeted, Xu Zimo unleashed a punch.

Dark demonic energy coiled around his fist, brimming with power to rend the heavens. His feet slammed into the earth, sending violent tremors through the ground.

Boom.

In that moment, Xu Zimo looked utterly tiny against the gigantic Heavenly Palace.

But that one punch seized the focus of the whole world despite his stature.

What sort of punch was that?

Demonic energy on his fist howled fiercely, morphing into myriad worlds that shredded every void.

It wasn’t huge in appearance, but it cleaved the sky apart.

Boom.

Beneath the crowd’s disbelieving stares, Xu Zimo’s fist smashed right into the Heavenly Palace.

Rumble, rumble.

The whole Peach Orchard quaked fiercely, leaving many struggling to keep their footing.

Cracks snaked across the ground like twisting dragons.

“Such horrifying power,” someone murmured solemnly.

“So, what’s the outcome?”

“What else? It’s like a mantis blocking a carriage—he must be pulverized,” a disciple sneered gleefully.

“Wait, no—the dust is settling,” another disciple yelled in astonishment.

Through the fading clouds of dust and fog, Xu Zimo stood poised with hands clasped behind him. His robe billowed in the wind, hair whipping unbound.

In front of him, the enormous Heavenly Palace lay shattered into pieces, with only vanishing edicts lingering.

“This…” the onlookers gaped in stunned silence.

“What an unbreakable fist,” someone uttered at last after a heavy pause, at a loss for more.

“Who is he? Since when did Jade Court have a disciple like this, completely unknown?”

Suddenly, endless curiosity surged about Xu Zimo’s background.

Now, Xu Zimo spun around, smiling at the assembly. “Since none of you succeeded, the peaches are mine.”

As the proverb says, when one song ends, another begins.

This stage belonged to him.

The Saint Sons and Saintesses exchanged glances. Shen Hongrong gave a light smile and offered, “If Junior Brother can harvest the peaches, I’ll gladly yield my slot.”

“Excellent,” Xu Zimo boomed with laughter.

He gradually unsheathed Shadow Tyrant from behind his back, eyes locked on the majestic Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree.

“Think he’ll pull it off?” Shen Hongrong inquired curiously.

“What, has Senior Sister fallen for him?” Wang Qianjun squinted.

His Heavenly Palace’s destruction had soured Wang Qianjun’s temper badly.

“If he grabs the peaches, isn’t it natural to feel intrigued?” Shen Hongrong retorted.

Demon Peak rubbed his head awkwardly and admitted, “Not sure about him, but that punch was mighty.”

The quiet Zhao Qiuyi gazed at Xu Zimo’s figure and noted, “His blade holds great power.”

She remembered how, during the chase of the Spacetime Peach Tree, Xu Zimo’s lone slash had halted its escape.

That was her verdict.

“Fascinating. As the Peach Banquet nears, Jade Court buzzes with excitement,” Shen Hongrong chuckled.

“You can still smile? Our slots for the Peach Banquet are slipping away,” Saintess Qing countered.

“Mere peaches. Whether he claims them is up in the air,” Shen Hongrong replied evenly.

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“Nine Hells Descent,” Xu Zimo declared, lifting Shadow Tyrant deliberately.

The blade felt yanked from the Nine Hells’ abyss. Ominous black energy twisted along its edge, evoking infinite realms and the underworld.

The sword embodied a single law: death.

Xu Zimo embodied death in the flesh.

As the blade descended, everyone's vision turned hazy.

It was as if not just a blade was falling, but the underworld crashing down.

Feeling the looming threat, the peach tree's trunk thrashed wildly. Endless lightning bolts thundered while whips of lightning lashed out at Xu Zimo’s blade.

Bang, bang, bang.

However, the blade's edge proved razor-sharp beyond compare. Branches or lightning alike—all were split perfectly in half.

The peach tree appeared utterly furious.

All three peaches on its crown exploded with dazzling radiance at once. The purple lightning shifted, turning pitch black.

This black lightning exuded a destructive aura that chilled hearts to the core.

“That’s the Thunder of Death,” someone declared.

No mere power, this thunder was rumored to obliterate all upon release.

Legends told that the Thunder of Death arose solely from a world's total collapse.

The instant it showed, onlookers pulled back instinctively, dreading the fallout.

The churning Thunder of Death coalesced, forging into a divine spear's form.

Blade met spear in clash.

Awesome might roared forth like a tempestuous ocean.

Rumble, rumble.

Opposing forces pressed tight, then erupted in savage collision.

Deafening booms shattered the air amid blinding flashes of blade and lightning.

That instant, countless spectators averted their eyes.

As blade light swallowed everything whole, the celestial spear crumbled unable to hold.

Faces twisted in the watching throng.

“Even that couldn't halt him?” a voice muttered.

“How does he measure up to the Saintess?”

Now, some dared liken Xu Zimo to Ye Qingcheng.

Most, though, held their tongues.

In the end, with blade glow waning and thunder fading away, Xu Zimo’s blow got parried.

Still, the peach tree bore heavy damage. Its lightning neared depletion, branches drooping withered as if struck by dire catastrophe.

Xu Zimo sheathed his blade, gazing steadily at the peach tree.

With a smile, he remarked, “Blocking one of my strikes is no mean accomplishment. A rare being like you defies heaven's mandate in existing. I have no wish to annihilate you.”

“Let the peaches drop.”

“Or else, my next slash won't merely claim branches—it will take your life.”

His words barely landed when the peach tree shook with fierce tremors.