I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1820 - Elder Powerhouses of Every Lineage Emerge

This crafting technique breathed life into dead matter, yet it flawlessly retained the essence of an inanimate object.

Even though the Coiling Dragon was sundered into two halves, its formidable jaws continued their lunge towards Xu Zimo, while its remaining appendages, two dragon claws, swept forward with ferocity.

Raising his head, Xu Zimo brought the Shadow Tyrant to bear in front of him.

BOOM.

The twin dragon claws descended upon the Shadow Tyrant, and the violent clash between those adamantine claws and the blade produced a dazzling shower of sparks.

Crash, crash, crash, the impacts resounded unceasingly.

The dragon claws pinned the Shadow Tyrant down, even as the dragon's head drove relentlessly towards Xu Zimo.

Within Xu Zimo's eyes, a glint of demonic light ignited.

He unleashed a thunderous roar. "Begone!"

Golden blade-light erupted from the Shadow Tyrant, akin to the blinding flash of a supernova, obliterating the Coiling Dragon into scattered fragments.

This time, the Coiling Dragon was utterly silenced. The Coiling Dragon Lock reverted to its original form, clattering down onto the ground.

Qin Guan's eyes narrowed perceptibly.

"That was merely a Coiling Dragon Lock. Such items, I don't possess ten thousand, but I certainly have eight thousand."

"Unleash whatever power you command. Otherwise, my next strike will sever your insignificant head," Xu Zimo stated calmly.

"Just you wait," Qin Guan retorted through clenched teeth.

He reached within his robes, retrieving a sphere of profound darkness.

The sphere was approximately the size of a palm, and tendrils of dark, malevolent energy writhed around its surface.

A palpable darkness enveloped the surroundings, imbuing the atmosphere with a chilling, bone-deep dread.

"The Dark Orb, a manifestation of the Dark Cage technique," a disciple exclaimed.

"That is one of Senior Brother Qin's most treasured possessions."

"The Dark Cage possesses the ability to defy all laws and directly seal off an entire region of space. Regardless of how the target struggles, they will remain ensnared, utterly immobile."

As the whispers of the onlookers reached him, a faint smile played on Qin Guan's lips.

In truth, the refinement of the Dark Orb was not solely his accomplishment; it had required the aid of his master at the Treasure Lineage to bring it to fruition.

This artifact, forget a Saint Sovereign; even a powerhouse at the Infinite Dao level, should their comprehension of the rules fall short of his master's, would find themselves unable to break free from the Dark Cage.

Qin Guan flung the Dark Orb outward. In a flash, the orb expanded to immense proportions, its power surging like a tempestuous ocean tide.

The dark essence of the rules coalesced into a flowing river of authority, completely engulfing the space surrounding Xu Zimo.

"A fusion of the Dark Edict and the Space-Time Edict," Xu Zimo commented, entirely unfazed, instead observing the phenomenon with quiet contemplation.

The Dark Edict acted as a treacherous mire, drawing everything downwards into inescapable depths. The Space-Time Edict meticulously defined the boundaries of existence.

Together, they forged an inescapable prison.

This was the pinnacle of rule fusion.

Indeed, at the Infinite Dao echelon, a firm grasp of a single rule was but the most basic prerequisite. Those who had attained mastery over multiple rules could then endeavor to meld them in combat, thereby exponentially amplifying their destructive potential.

To achieve such a sophisticated fusion through mere artifact creation was a feat of considerable magnitude.

Sensing the encroaching embrace of the Dark Edict, Xu Zimo offered a slight smile and declared, "Your cage might ensnare a novice Infinite Dao powerhouse, but against me, it is utterly futile."

"For I am... the King of Edicts."

Instantly, an even more overwhelming force of rules surged forth from Xu Zimo's very being.

Power surged upward like a breached dam, a torrent unleashed.

The formidable cage, which had seemed impervious to all, fractured and shattered, swept away by a tide composed not of mere water, but of countless rules intricately interwoven and compressed.

Within this cataclysmic surge were, naturally, the Dark Edict and Space-Time Edict, alongside an immeasurable multitude of others.

Precisely as Xu Zimo had proclaimed. At this very juncture, he stood as the undisputed King of Edicts.

Ten thousand edicts swirled around him.

"What manner of power is this..." Qin Guan, facing this onslaught, was utterly aghast.

He felt the Dark Orb escape his grasp, the artifact disintegrating into nothingness with alarming speed.

His eyes widened in sheer astonishment.

Perceiving the sheer might radiating from Xu Zimo, his complexion turned ashen. "You possess... Infinite Dao? The Infinite Dao realm?"

His reaction was understandable. Xu Zimo's prowess had consistently outstripped that of his peers.

The Saint Sons and Saintesses from the various Lineages, including Qin Guan himself, had, at most, attained the Saint Sovereign stage.

Throughout the entirety of the Jade Court, only Ye Qingcheng had recently ascended to the Infinite Dao realm.

And Ye Qingcheng, as the Saintess of the entire Jade Court, had benefited from the concentrated resources of nearly its entire might.

Xu Zimo, contrastingly, had treaded this solitary path, carving his ascent through sheer personal endeavor.

"Slay," Xu Zimo commanded his ten thousand edicts, and with a languid sweep of his hand, unleashed an unending torrent of divine pronouncements downwards.

The sound of destruction echoed, a cacophony of shattering forces advancing relentlessly.

Qin Guan's expression twisted in alarm. Casting aside all restraint, he unleashed every single treasure in his possession.

A water barrier, fluid and graceful, formed into a vast ocean that surged across the heavens.

A seed from an ancient tree was cast down, greedily absorbing spirit energy until a colossal, ancient tree burst forth from the earth.

Flying swords unfurled myriad techniques, their essence returning to the source, with a singular blade poised to pierce the very gates of heaven.

Then, an ancient suit of armor materialized, its form as immense as a titan. Swirling black smoke enveloped it as it stood sentinel between the sky and the earth.

A breathtaking panorama of treasures saturated the air, a spectacle almost too brilliant to behold.

Indeed, Qin Guan, as the Saint Son of the Treasure Lineage, was not undeserving of his title; the sheer quantity of his hidden treasures was truly astounding.

"Insufficient. It's still not enough," even with this array of artifacts, Qin Guan felt a gnawing insecurity, muttering the words under his breath.

Xu Zimo let loose a frigid scoff.

As his formidable tide of rules descended, all that stood before it appeared minuscule, utterly incapable of mounting any resistance.

The cascading water was devoured, the ancient tree was sundered, the ten-thousand-sword formation was utterly annihilated.

Everything, without exception, proved to be insubstantially fragile.

"Help me! Someone, please save me!" Qin Guan's cry was that of a man teetering on the brink of madness.

The crowd of onlookers exchanged uncertain glances.

One by one, they averted their gaze from each other and began to retreat, not a single soul daring to intervene.

Even Elder Wuxu, from the Casting Crane Lineage, took several hasty steps back.

He could keenly sense that Xu Zimo was no ordinary Infinite Dao cultivator; his command and grasp over the edicts far exceeded his own.

"This is becoming quite a precarious situation," Elder Wuxu murmured to himself.

The overwhelming force continued its descent. Amidst Qin Guan's shrieks of terror, he was consumed entirely.

The Five-Element Qilin Robe he wore managed to endure for a few fleeting moments before it too disintegrated.

"Who dares to lay a hand upon my disciple?"

Simultaneously, a voice, laced with potent fury, roared from the northwest.

That direction marked the territory of the Treasure Lineage.

The very instant Qin Guan perished and his soul lamp was extinguished, the formidable figures of the Treasure Lineage had detected the disturbance.

Towering columns of flame ascended towards the heavens.

Far in the northwest, the very earth trembled. A phoenix of pure, incandescent crimson, ablaze from plume to tail, soared into view from the distance.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that three elder figures were seated majestically upon the back of this fiery avian creature.

"It's the Three Treasure Elders of the Treasure Lineage!" a disciple exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe.

The most senior among the Three Treasure Elders was, in fact, the current patriarch of the Treasure Lineage, the one who wielded ultimate authority within its domain.

With their own Saint Son meeting his demise within the Jade Court, the Treasure Lineage's powerhouses had been alerted instantaneously.

Meanwhile, Elder Wuxu, assessing the grave turn of events, discreetly dispatched a message to the powerhouses of the Casting Crane Lineage, fearing he alone would be insufficient to manage the impending conflict.

"This situation has truly escalated," another disciple whispered, the gravity of the moment weighing on him.

This was no longer a mere skirmish between the younger generation. With the emergence of the various Lineages' key figures and the death of a Saint Son, a peaceful resolution seemed increasingly improbable.

Wang Ya and her younger brother were so utterly terrified that their minds had gone completely blank.

Xu Zimo, however, remained remarkably composed. He stood motionless, his gaze fixed upon the approaching fire phoenix from the northwest.