I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1816 - Forced To Act

Wang Xie’s eyes resembled those of a ferocious crane locked straight ahead, seemingly able to pierce right through anyone.

As the holy son from the Casting Crane Lineage, nobody could doubt his formidable power.

“Wang Xie is going to suffer this time,” the nearby holy sons and holy maidens from other lineages remarked, evidently relishing the drama.

Saintess Qing chuckled and commented, “This Wang Xie has always been arrogant. It’s good for him to take a loss.”

Though they hadn’t battled Xu Zimo in person, the prowess he’d shown moments ago already outstripped their own.

One single slash had compelled the Peach Tree to forsake its peaches.

Not one of them could achieve that feat, at the very least.

“Come to think of it, this guy shouldn’t be a disciple of our Jade Court,” someone noted.

“Probably not. With the Peach Banquet drawing near, things are turning increasingly exciting,” another replied with a grin.

…

Meanwhile, as Wang Xie’s mighty aura burst forth, flashes of lightning sparked within his eyes.

He gave a sharp yell. “Wang Ya, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you dare interfere, you will bear the consequences yourself.”

Wang Xie pressed his palms together before parting them slowly. A narrow ray of blinding light appeared between his hands.

A closer look revealed that the light was in fact a lengthy spear.

Forged as if from archaic bronze, the spear exuded an primal energy.

Upon the spear’s shaft, a verdant crane broke free from swirling mists, shifting through countless poses.

“It’s the Tyrant Crane Spear, the treasured guardian weapon of the Casting Crane branch,” a spectator recognized.

“I didn’t expect the Casting Crane Lineage to entrust this spear to Wang Xie this soon.”

“That’s normal. After all, Wang Xie stands as the top disciple of this generation,” Zhao Qiuyi responded steadily.

The Innate Zero Sword she held was equally awe-inspiring.

Since they were the holy sons and holy maidens of their respective Lineages, they embodied those Lineages’ prospects.

Their influence was tremendous.

Without such stature, they wouldn’t qualify to wager their Lineage’s Peach Banquet slots.

…

Wang Ya was on the verge of speaking again.

Yet Xu Zimo tapped her shoulder.

“Enough. What’s there to say to him? He’s just another soul fated to perish beneath my blade.”

“Arrogant,” Wang Xie scoffed loudly at Xu Zimo’s bold declaration.

Saying nothing more, he drove the spear directly ahead.

A fierce wave of power exploded from the spear’s shaft, tearing through the nearby void.

Even a simple jab unleashed such immense power.

Xu Zimo merely extended one hand, seizing the spear’s tip within his grasp.

A horrifying energy exploded outward, obliterating all in its path.

Wang Xie’s face shifted faintly. The spear felt trapped in thick mud once gripped.

Despite his utmost efforts, he couldn’t wrench it loose.

“You’ve got some ability after all. No surprise you act so haughty,” Wang Xie uttered icily.

His surrounding aura intensified relentlessly, while the green crane on the spear appeared ready to rouse.

But right as he strained to escape, Xu Zimo abruptly let go.

The sudden backlash hurled Wang Xie rearward.

A onlooker nearby burst into laughter.

For Wang Xie, when thrown back, crashed face-down in an embarrassing dog-eating-dirt pose, his head jammed awkwardly between his thighs.

The accompanying Casting Crane disciples rushed over to assist him.

“Get lost, all of you, get lost,” Wang Xie bellowed, shoving them aside as he glared at Xu Zimo with humiliated fury.

His eyes blazed like roaring infernos.

“You deserve to die,” he ground out between gritted teeth, every syllable strained.

In that instant, colossal green radiance burst from his form, rocketing upward into the heavens.

This disgrace before the crowd demanded vengeance by pulverizing Xu Zimo into powder.

From the roiling glow, a green crane took flight.

The crane parted its beak, devouring heaven and earth’s spiritual energy as a whale gulps the ocean.

Next, the green crane morphed into a streak of emerald light, fusing into the Tyrant Crane Spear Wang Xie wielded.

Instantly, the Tyrant Crane Spear’s might swelled enormously, endless and oceanic in scope.

Emerald light enveloped Wang Xie too, forming a layer of armor around him.

“Kill!” he thundered, hoisting the spear aloft. Resembling a divine spear deity descending upon the mortal realm, crushing pressure bore down from every side.

Boom, boom, boom.

Wang Xie stabbed forth with the spear, shredding the void. As it advanced, the tip shifted into a green crane.

Wings unfurled, the crane bore savage spear intent, barreling ahead with ruinous momentum.

Xu Zimo slashed with the Shadow Tyrant saber. A dreadful saber intent erupted from its edge, dominating all in sight.

As the saber clashed against the spear, the green crane lunged its claw at Shadow Tyrant, attempting to swallow it whole.

Yet the saber intent of Shadow Tyrant carried world-shattering power, obliterating the green crane in an instant.

A deafening explosion rang out, leaving the spear intact but hurled away by one fierce slash.

Wang Xie’s figure was thrown back immediately afterward.

Although he quickly let go of the spear, the immense impact still crashed him brutally onto the ground.

Wang Xie gazed upward, shock flooding his eyes.

His hands shook violently without control, as though a colossal power had almost crushed both his arms completely.

That was far from the end. Glancing at the Tyrant Crane Spear, he noticed the green crane phantom upon it had been scattered by that lone attack.

“You… who exactly are you?” Wang Xie demanded in haste.

By now, even if he desired to continue battling, he realized something was gravely amiss.

“The one who will kill you,” Xu Zimo answered, gripping Shadow Tyrant while advancing one step at a time.

Every footstep echoed like the tread of doom approaching.

“You… don’t come any closer,” Wang Xie yelled in terror while scrambling to rise.

He scanned the surrounding people and bellowed, “What are you all watching for? Hurry up and save me!”

The onlookers traded looks among themselves.

A few yearned to rescue Wang Xie, yet cowed by Xu Zimo’s dominating aura, no one dared to move.

“If I die, and you fellow disciples stand by and do nothing, do you really think you’ll escape responsibility?” Wang Xie roared once more.

Nearby holy sons and holy maidens shook their heads.

“It seems we can’t just ignore this,” Shen Hongrong remarked with a wry smile.

In the end, despite hailing from varied lineages, they remained disciples of Jade Court.

Should they simply watch him perish without action, justification would prove difficult.

Particularly because the Casting Crane Lineage elder served as an enforcement elder, this issue couldn’t be dismissed lightly.

“If we’re going to interfere, we also need the strength to do so,” Saintess Qing commented with a smile.

Even uniting the power of their group, they likely couldn’t rival Xu Zimo.

The Peach Tree event had already revealed a glimpse of Xu Zimo’s formidable might to all.

“If we don’t have the strength, then there’s nothing we can do,” Shen Hongrong responded.

Evidently, the Casting Crane Lineage held little favor in Jade Court.

Shen Hongrong’s statement made it clear to everyone.

Their pretended involvement was just for show, an account to offer the Casting Crane Lineage.

No one intended to charge ahead to their death against an unbeatable foe.

“Perfect. I also want to spar with him,” Zhao Jinwu declared from nearby.

He viewed himself as one of Jade Court’s top powerhouses, yet knew stronger existed elsewhere.

He sought to measure the divide between him and those from beyond.

While they conversed, a few had already stepped forward to face Xu Zimo.

Saintess Qing smiled and said, “Young master, we have no intention of offending you. We are simply forced to act. We ask for your understanding.”