I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1815 - God of Slaughter

The peach tree started trembling violently. Its three peaches swung precariously, seeming ready to drop any second.

The onlookers watched in shock at this sight.

“Impossible. Did he actually intimidate the peach tree?”

“Unbelievable. This ancient tree has endured in the Peach Orchard for countless years. Even previous Jade Court disciples failed to shake it, much less harvest its peaches.”

While the crowd buzzed with whispers, three muffled thuds echoed one after another.

Detaching from the branches, the three peaches unleashed myriad edicts as they drifted down through the air.

The tree had yielded the fruits to protect itself.

Greed ignited in some disciples, prompting them to exploit the chaos. One yelled, “The peaches are dropping! No tree guarding them now—let’s snatch them all.”

His shout made numerous disciples stir with excitement.

They had no shot at the authentic Peach Banquet peaches regardless. Just one spot existed among the Eighteen Lineages, far beyond their reach.

Yet snagging these three nearby peaches promised massive gains.

The instigator, overcome by desire, charged ahead first to claim them.

Such actions screamed shamelessness.

Xu Zimo had compelled the peaches to fall, after all.

For power’s sake, though, a touch of shamelessness meant little.

Most shared that mindset.

Saint Sons and Saintesses stayed put, viewing it as undignified and repugnant.

“Jade Court’s decline makes sense,” Xu Zimo scoffed. “Disciples like these— is this truly Jade Court’s tomorrow?”

“Snatching right before my eyes isn’t tiger’s mouth robbery. It’s pure suicide.”

The Shadow Tyrant gripped in his hand quivered. Fearsome blade intent raged through the heavens.

“Young master, show some restraint,” Zhao Qiuyi urged from nearby, unable to watch, begging softly.

“What, you mean to halt me?” Xu Zimo eyed her coolly and replied.

“Qiuyi can’t rival you,” Zhao Qiuyi replied. “These disciples just succumbed to fleeting greed. Punishment fits, but not execution.”

Kindness defined her core.

Jade Court disciples bore fault here, undeniably.

Xu Zimo dismissed debating her. Flatly, he stated, “Their punishment belongs to Jade Court. Their deaths are my call. Don’t dictate my methods.”

His words unleashed a torrent of blade intent.

Blades rained down like a heavenly shroud.

Instantly, the lead rush of Jade Court disciples met slaughter.

Blade intent detonated, shredding all in its path.

Resistance eluded them as bodies tore asunder, blood rivers spraying over the earth.

Trailing disciples paled, halting abruptly.

Chill sweat soaked them while icy dread surged from soles to scalps. That moment mirrored a brush with hell’s threshold.

Gazing at fallen comrades’ remains, relief washed over some.

A tad quicker, and bloodied corpses would be theirs.

“Senior Brother, calm down. We yield to you—no contest. Pure misunderstanding, nothing more,” certain disciples hastily retreated.

Others, gripped by deeper fear, knelt outright.

“Senior Brother, show mercy. Greed clouded our judgment. Forgive us just this time.”

“Generosity defines me,” Xu Zimo grinned. “Craving peaches? Let skill decide.”

His grin sent shivers racing down spines.

Earlier boldness stemmed from numbers’ illusion, despite knowing Xu Zimo’s superiority.

They figured he wouldn’t slaughter them en masse—Jade Court backlash loomed huge, Lineage aside.

Yet Xu Zimo acted deranged, one slash claiming half.

Faster steps would’ve doomed them all.

He killed without hesitation.

Whatever Jade Court’s later reckoning, living now mattered most.

Disciples still mistook Xu Zimo for one of their own. Jade Court teemed with unknowns.

Step by step, Xu Zimo approached the tree’s roots and gathered the trio of peaches.

He pursued Celestial Blossom’s awakening for Three Blossoms’ complete bloom.

These peaches fell short by miles.

Three Blossoms’ unveiling resembled a lavish banquet; these peaches mere starters.

Hardly worth noting.

'Who is this guy exactly?'

'From which Lineage does he hail? Why hasn't any of us laid eyes on him before?'

'Might he belong to one of those extinct lineages?'

Speculation rippled through the crowd.

Right then, rapid footsteps echoing from beyond the Peach Orchard captured everyone's focus.

Disciples clad in white-and-cyan robes stormed in, their faces etched with severity.

'That's the Forging Crane Lineage,' a voice noted.

'The Forging Crane Lineage has arrived as well?'

'They seem furious. Has someone provoked them?'

Murmurs swept across the onlookers.

Upon reaching the spot, a member of the group jabbed a finger toward Xu Zimo and bellowed, 'There he is. He's the murderer of Junior Brother Tian Xingzi.'

The revelation left the crowd in shock.

'So he's a true slayer. Seems he's taken down numerous Jade Court disciples.'

'Things are about to heat up. The Forging Crane Lineage surely won't back down.'

All eyes glued to the scene with anticipation.

Xu Zimo's kills in the Peach Orchard stemmed from the Jade Court disciples' attempt to rob the peaches. They had it coming, and justice stood with Xu Zimo.

Yet the Forging Crane Lineage presented a whole different challenge.

Layering fresh conflicts atop old enmities promised an explosive showdown.

Spotting Xu Zimo, the Forging Crane Lineage disciples charged ahead, encircling him tightly.

At their forefront stood a man in a cyan jade robe, his long hair cascading over his shoulders.

A dark, ominous aura enveloped him.

His features included a elongated face, piercing sinister eyes, and a sharp hooked nose.

'It's Wang Xie, Saint Son of the Forging Crane Lineage,' somebody recognized.

'The Saint Son himself? Peace is off the table now.'

'Did you slay the disciples of my Forging Crane Lineage?' Wang Xie fixed his gaze on Xu Zimo, inquiring with eerie calm.

'Indeed,' Xu Zimo replied, nodding cheerfully.

'Certain events led to it,' Wang Ya and her brother rushed up to clarify. 'Your Forging Crane Lineage disciples started the trouble.'

'Regardless of their faults, murder isn't excused,' Wang Xie sneered icily.

'Save your breath on excuses. Come quietly and follow me to the Law Enforcement Hall for your trial.'

Wang Ya's complexion drained of color at his demand.

The Law Enforcement Hall was under the thumb of Forging Crane Lineage elders.

Taken there, Xu Zimo's survival odds plummeted to zero.

'No way,' she blurted hastily. 'He mustn't set foot in the Law Enforcement Hall.'

'You don't call the shots on that,' Wang Xie replied coolly, flicking his hand.

A fearsome force erupted without warning.