I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1822 - White Crane Patriarch

The technique known as Space-Time Purgatory drew its destructive power from the very fabric of space and time, augmented by other fundamental rules, resulting in a force of immense magnitude.

At this precise moment, the Leviathan embodied this state. Its overwhelming power surged directly towards the heavens, circling and hovering relentlessly around Xu Zimo.

Slowly, the spatial-temporal power began to condense, transforming into furious spatial currents that howled through the air like a tempest.

Thick layers of chaotic currents converged from all sides, enveloping Xu Zimo completely.

The monstrous entity, a fusion created by the Many-Treasure Elder's Five Beast Guardians, instantly released its hold and vanished into the void.

Then, the Heavenly-Treasure Elder's deep command echoed.

"Grind."

The vast expanse of the void where Xu Zimo was positioned instantly imploded, ceasing to exist.

The sheer might of this grinding force was colossal. Even a powerhouse of the Infinite Dao realm would be utterly annihilated within it.

"Is it over?" a multitude of disciples whispered amongst themselves.

"He must be dead. The Three Treasure Elders have acted; if he still doesn't perish, wouldn't that be an immense embarrassment for them?" another disciple ventured, uncertainly.

However, his words had barely left his lips before it seemed fate itself would mock his assumption.

BOOM.

A deafening explosion erupted from the edge of the collapsed void.

The stunned crowd whirled around, their eyes falling upon Xu Zimo, who was raising his blade and charging towards the Many-Treasure Elder's monstrous creation.

"He's alive!" someone shrieked.

"How is this possible? The Leviathan's Space-Time Purgatory is unparalleled; how could he possibly survive? Did he employ some forbidden sorcery?" a disciple questioned, a tone of utter disbelief in his voice.

Yet, there he stood, undeniably real and visible to all. At some point, Xu Zimo had reappeared, completely unscathed, and his blade was already descending upon the monster.

This time, there was no trace of hesitation.

He unleashed his full might.

The blade intent resonated through the heavens; the blade's light surged forward like the ceaseless ebb and flow of an boundless ocean, wave after wave, eternally renewed.

Crash, crash, crash.

As the devastating slash descended, the monster instinctively raised both its arms to intercept.

These limbs were formed from the Demon Dragon, accompanied by echoing dragon roars and a surge of demonic Qi.

But Xu Zimo's blade was even more formidable.

What if it's a dragon? In this life, I've vanquished countless dragons.

BOOM.

Both of the Demon Dragon's arms were cleanly severed.

The monster let out a piercing howl of agony.

Xu Zimo showed no mercy. Another slash followed immediately, aimed at the monster's legs.

Its legs were fashioned from the Blood Qilin, with veins resembling a flowing river of blood.

One leg lashed out at Xu Zimo in a powerful kick, and the torrent of gore that surged towards him was akin to a great river breaking its dam.

BOOM.

My blade pierces the gates of heaven, cleaves through the Nine Underworlds, slays ten thousand immortals, and extinguishes the blazing sun.

Slash after slash tears through the firmament; nothing can withstand its might.

The blow landed, obliterating all in its path. The dam broke, and the Blood Qilin's legs were severed.

Xu Zimo pivoted, delivering a backhand slash.

The White Tiger's head, comprising the monster's skull, let out a furious roar.

But its fury was in vain; the slash decapitated it instantly.

A final slash was aimed at the torso, formed from the Netherworld Tortoise.

The Netherworld Tortoise possessed the strongest defense; even under Xu Zimo's relentless blade, it held firm for a fleeting moment.

However, as blade-light erupted skyward and a shower of sparks rained down, a single slash tore through it from apex to base, splitting the Netherworld Tortoise in two.

Standing amidst a pile of shattered fragments and ruin, Xu Zimo turned, his blade still in hand, and faced the assembled crowd.

In that instant, the entire Peach Garden fell into profound silence.

Only the Many-Treasure Elder remained, his outstretched right hand trembling uncontrollably.

The Five Beast Guardians had represented an immense expenditure of his effort to create, and their destruction felt like a visceral tearing of his own heart.

"Despicable cur!" he roared, his voice thick with rage.

"Many-Treasure Elder, our Casting Crane Lineage arrives to offer assistance," a voice called out from nearby.

Elder Wuxu, who had previously retreated, had returned.

This time, he was accompanied by an elderly man.

The old man's hair was white with age, yet his complexion retained a youthful vigor. His beard, pure white as snow, cascaded down a smooth, clear face. He was clad in a simple grey Dao robe, his eyes sharp and luminous, and he held a white jade horsetail whisk.

The instant this elder materialized, all the numerous disciples present simultaneously dropped to their knees in reverence.

"Greetings, White Crane Patriarch."

Even the Three Treasure Elders bowed their heads in solemn respect.

This was a spectacle that rendered all observers utterly speechless.

The Heavenly-Treasure Elder, occupying a position second only to the Queen Mother herself, the supreme ruler of the Jade Court, was the head of the Treasure Lineage. Such a position represented the absolute peak within that Lineage.

Yet, even he displayed deference towards this elder, acting as a junior.

"This is not good," Wang Ya and her brother exchanged a look, their expressions shifting with concern.

She leaned closer to Xu Zimo, whispering with urgency, "Brother Xu, you must run! They've gone too far, even bringing out the old monster from the Casting Crane Lineage."

"Old monster?" Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed.

The man indeed exerted a tangible pressure on him, a significant one.

Above the old man's head, almost imperceptibly, three luminous flowers were coalescing, gathering like clouds, waxing and waning. They possessed an ethereal, transcendent quality, imbued with the aura of a celestial immortal.

Within these three flowers, one could faintly discern a crane, seemingly in slumber.

Though these phenomena were not overtly displayed, they made it clear: the man before him had attained the Three-Flower realm.

It was important to note that despite Xu Zimo having already bloomed two flowers, he remained within the confines of the Infinite Dao realm.

Without reaching the Three Blossoms stage, the God-Soul cannot be cultivated.

In other words, even at the zenith of Infinite Dao, one is still incapable of refining the God-Soul.

This old man's God-Soul had already undergone a complete transformation.

"Who is this individual?"

In response to Xu Zimo's inquiry, Wang Ya lowered her voice, speaking with urgency. "He is the founding patriarch of the Casting Crane Lineage, known by the title Immortal Elder. His legend speaks of him 'sitting serenely as the azure dragon returns to the purple zenith; joyfully riding the white crane down from Kunlun.' This Immortal Elder belongs to the same era as the Myriad Saint Lord from our Plant Lineage. In his time, the Immortal Elder had three disciples, one of whom is the White Crane Patriarch."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zimo gained a general understanding of the situation.

The White Crane Patriarch's age alone spoke volumes. In terms of both strength and seniority, he undoubtedly surpassed the vast majority of individuals within the Jade Court.

The White Crane Patriarch was counted among the most senior figures of the Casting Crane Lineage.

"All of you, rise," the White Crane Patriarch commanded, raising a hand. His gaze then fixed upon Xu Zimo.

He spoke calmly, "Young man. You have spilled far too much blood."

"What, are you here to preach to me?" Xu Zimo responded with a smile.

"I do not intend to harm you. The Jade Court upholds its rules, and matters will be addressed according to protocol," the White Crane Patriarch stated.

"However, should you resist, the situation will change entirely. I believe you are an intelligent person."

"I am intelligent. It is merely a pity that all of you appear to be fools," Xu Zimo retorted.

"Then there is nothing more to discuss," the White Crane Patriarch declared, raising his hand once more.

An immense aura surged forward like a raging tempest, engulfing everyone present.

The countenances of everyone in the crowd shifted dramatically.

The formidable might of a Three-Flower powerhouse was indeed awe-inspiring.

"White Crane Patriarch, this is all a misunderstanding!" Wang Ya exclaimed from his side.

But her words were abruptly silenced.

"You are a disciple of the Jade Court, yet you ally yourself with an outsider. The Jade Court will hold you accountable for this transgression. Now, step aside. Otherwise, do not fault us for showing no mercy."

Wang Ya shook her head resolutely. She advanced and positioned herself firmly in front of Xu Zimo, refusing to yield.

The White Crane Patriarch let out a cold snort, devoid of any compassion, and launched a massive palm strike that hurtled towards her.

At that very instant, originating from the ground where Wang Ya stood, a colossal tree erupted without the slightest warning.