I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2051: 2050: Reaching a Consensus, Mountain-Controlling River Emperor

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Capítulo 2051: Chapter 2050: Reaching a Consensus, Mountain-Controlling River Emperor

“I will not die at the hands of someone who’s about to die,” the newly emerged Xu Zimei chuckled.

Xu Zimei waved his hand, and the figure of him encased in ice instantly dissipated, turning into nothingness.

Which one was the real him no longer mattered.

Because after becoming a Three Corpses Strong One, he could freely traverse the present, past, and future.

Unless he was simultaneously killed from three dimensions, he could neither be killed nor trapped.

“This Sea Beast Trident is indeed remarkable, forcibly altering the rules of an entire world.

But unfortunately, like the Rule Power of Ice, I am eternal,” Xu Zimei smiled.

With a sweep of his large hand, a storm swept across the skies.

Within these storms, ice descended, snow fell from the heavens, turning the already white world into even more shades of white.

The Sea God’s face twisted ever so slightly.

He shook his head and sighed, “It’s truly no longer my era. Each generation brings forth its geniuses, each reigning supreme for hundreds of years!”

With those words, he seemed to make one final struggle.

He directly rose into the air, and the Sea God’s Trident in his hand erupted with unprecedented brilliance, brutally charging at Xu Zimei.

“Boom!” Xu Zimei uttered softly.

The snowflakes in the sky exploded suddenly, an explosion of Rule Power.

Though the Sea God’s Trident affects the changes in the rules of this world.

Nothing in this world is absolute and unchangeable.

The world influenced can fully recover under the impact of powerful forces.

Xu Zimei used the falling snow as a base point, causing incessant explosions.

“Boom, boom, boom.”

Countless explosions ensued, tearing apart the rules of the world, instantly annihilating the Rule Power of Ice.

When the Sea God wielding the Trident attacked, Xu Zimei had already restored the Rule Power of this place.

With a wave of his hands, boundless flames surged forth.

“Boom!”

The sea of fire directly engulfed the Sea God, including the Trident within.

The flames were extremely formidable, acquired by Xu Zimei from the Ancient God Zhu Rong.

As the Ancient God of Fire, he was the Creator God of ultimate flames.

When the flames burned, regardless of how the Sea God resisted or tried to extinguish the fire, it was all in vain.

With a series of struggling, twisted figures, the Sea God’s resistance weakened more and more.

Until at last, when the flames dissipated, the Sea God was completely extinguished.

Only the Sea God’s Trident, like an ownerless object, fell to the ground, losing all its luster.

Xu Zimei stepped forward and picked up the Sea God’s Trident.

He could faintly feel a force of resistance coming from the Trident.

The Sea God’s Trident seemed unwilling to submit to him.

Xu Zimei snorted coldly, “An ownerless object, still daring to be this arrogant?”

His powerful force surged forth, directly suppressing the Sea God’s Trident.

After a bout of resistance, the Sea God’s Trident eventually surrendered.

Xu Zimei raised his head; those shattered statues from earlier returned to normal.

The residual spirits within these statues were considerably weakened.

It seemed the death of the Sea God’s projection had greatly drained them as well.

A venerable voice spoke up, “You have passed the trial, and according to the agreement, this Sea God’s Trident is yours.

Hopefully, you’ll use it wisely.

By wielding the Sea God’s Trident, the entire Sea Beast clan will heed your command.

All rests upon you.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Zimei simply shook his head.

“The future of the Sea Beast clan has nothing to do with me; it should be their choice.

I will offer the Sea Beast clan a bright option, but whether they are willing is beyond my control.”

“For this battle with the Death Swamp, I need absolute reinforcements.

If they come by coercion, it will add too many uncertainties, and I’d rather not have them.”

Xu Zimei glanced at the Trident and continued, “I have Tyrant Shadow, so there’s no need for this Trident.

I will take this to the Sea Beast clan.”

Upon hearing Xu Zimei speak thus, the Sea Beasts did not insist further.

The entire ice layer began to tremble, and a massive door appeared before Xu Zimei.

This was the way out.

Xu Zimei, holding the Trident, stepped directly into the portal.

When he reappeared, accompanied by a distortion of space and time, he found himself at the seabed’s depths, before the Bronze Gate he had seen earlier.

The Sea King and Seven Martial Gods had been waiting for a while.

Upon Xu Zimei’s appearance, their eyes instantly fell upon the Trident in his hands.

“The…Sea God’s Trident.”

“It truly is the Sea God’s Trident!”

“Our clan’s treasure, lost for countless years, has reappeared once again.”

“Did you see the Sea God?” the Sea King asked excitedly, looking at Xu Zimei.

They hadn’t held out much hope, really, considering how long the Trident had been in the tomb.

Countless Sea Beasts had entered, yet none managed to retrieve it.

Xu Zimei simply represented a possibility.

Unexpectedly, this time, he succeeded.

“I did encounter the Sea God, and I defeated him to obtain the Sea God’s Trident,” Xu Zimei stated truthfully.

He tossed the Trident to the Sea Beasts.

To him, it seemed irrelevant.

Others might benefit immensely from obtaining this Trident, even potentially using it to coerce the Sea Beast clan.

Yet Xu Zimei remained indifferent.

He disdained coercion, nor did he value the Sea God’s Trident.

His Tyrant Shadow was more than enough.

One weapon for life, one companion is sufficient.

The Sea King grasped the Trident, still feeling dreamlike disbelief.

“The Trident, our Trident, has finally come to light again,” he laughed heartily.

Immediately, he led the elders of the Seven Martial Gods to bow to Xu Zimei.

A show of gratitude to him.

“I have brought forth the Trident, now you must give me an answer.”

They exchanged glances, seemingly having decided long before.

The Sea King said, “We are willing to abide by the previous agreement.

From today onward, thirteen thousand Sea Beasts will follow your command.”

“Good!” Xu Zimei nodded.

“With the decisive battle approaching, let’s not waste time.

The Sea King and Seven Martial Gods can first head to the Nine Heavens Alliance, where the Nine Heavens Alliance Leader will detail everything.

Other Sea Beasts can later gather at the Death Ancient City.”

“We have no problem,” the Sea King nodded.

And then he asked, “What about you? Won’t you join us?”

“I plan to meet with the Human Emperor and Mountain-Controlling River Emperor,” Xu Zimei replied.

As fellow Three Corpses Strong Ones, those two hold significant power and fame in the Robbery Immortal Domain.

Were it not for the Holy Court’s presence, the strongest in the Robbery Immortal Domain would likely be these individuals.

Despite the Holy Court’s elevated stance, the Human Emperor’s renown spreads across the land.

After reaching an understanding with the Sea Beast clan, Xu Zimei prepared to leave the Sea King Palace.

His first destination was Mountain-Control.

This was the dwelling place of the Mountain-Controlling River Emperor, also the closest place to the Sea King Palace.

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䖗䴙㪶㿚䴙㪶䪋䓆䪋’ 㪶䵞㤥䴙䪋䓆䈇㯼䪋㿚㐧䨈㝵䓆㪶䓆䈇䪍㿚䈇䵞䈇䵞䴙䪋䈇㐧㯼㤥䴙䊄㿚㐧䓆䨈䓆’䪋䖴㐧䪋䓆䈇䵞䴙䈇䝏䓆㔬䴙䪍䛨

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䪋䈇䪍䨈㝵㝵䨈䵞

䴙㯼㪶䪋㔬㤥䴙

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㝵䓆䨈䵞䵞䛨䪋㪶䓆䨬

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䈇䓆

䈇䵞䴙

䓆䪋䨈㔬

䴙㯼㪶㯼

䓆㪶㐌䨈䨬䵞㔬䵞

䓆㪶

䪋䵞䓆䈇㐌㯼

䓆㽹㐧

㪶

㯼䝏䈇

䐖㐧

㯼䈇䝏

㷁䪍䪋䨈’䴙䨈

䝏䈇䪍㯼

㝵䴙㝵䴙䊄䰎

䓆䪋䨈’

䴙㪕㔬䨈

䛨㔬䨈䪍

䵞䨈

䐖㐧㷁䨈䪍䴙䨈䪋䈇㪶㯼䴙㪕䨈䵞䓆䈇䓆㔬䴙㪶䨈㯼䊄䴙㙇䓆㯼䴙䪍䴙㝵䨬䝏㪶䪋䓆䛨

㝤䴙㸫㐧䨈㤥㩀㝵䨬䪋㪶䮃㪶䪍䈇㐧䵞䓆㪶䨈䵞䖉䴙㪶㩀䛨

䪋䈇㪕䈇䓆

䴙㯼䈇䖉䮃

䭝䓆

䈇㐧㐌䖉㯼䖉䪋䓆䨈䵞

䵞䖉㐧䈇䵞㪶㐌䪍䨈㟛䓆䨈䓆䨈䪋㝵䓆䵞

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䴙䛨㪶㔬㯼䓆

䓆䴙㔬

䴙㪶㙇

㪶㪕䵞

䝏䨈

㿚䨬

㩀䪋䊄䨬

䓆㔬䴙

㤥䊄䈇㪶䪋䓆

䰎㪶䴙䴙㔬䵞

䨈䴙㪕䝏䨬䵞㐌

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䵞㪶㪕

䓆㔬䴙

䈇䝏

㽊㔬䨈䪋䮃㪶䪋䵍㐧䖗㔬㪶䵞䛨

㩳䪍䈇㐧䵞䓆㪶䨈䵞䵞䈇䓆㐌㯼㪶䵞㪕䨈䵞䪋䨈䱊䴙䊄㿚㐧䓆䝏㐧㝵㝵䈇䝏䨈䪍䖉㯼䴙䪋䪋䨈䰎䴙㪶㐧㯼㪶䛨

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䓆䵞㐧䪋㯼䨈䖉㐌䖉䈇

㩀㝵䨈䴙

䪋㽊㔬䨈

䈇㩀䪋䈇㝵

㝵㪶䊄䴙㐌䵞

㪶

䨬䛨㩀䪋

㐌㪶䊄䵞㝵䴙

䵞䪍㐧㪶䨈䵞䊄䈇䓆

䵞䴙䪋䴙

䵞䴙䈇

䴙㐌䓆㯼㪶

䪍㯼䈇䝏

䵞㯼㔬䈇䓆䴙㪶

㙇㪶䴙䊄

䴙㔬䓆

㯼䝏䈇䪍

䐖㐧㷁䨈䪍䴙䨈䝏㝵䴙䮃䓆䈇䓆㔬䴙䪍䈇㐧䵞䓆㪶䨈䵞䊄䵞䈇䓆䴙䵞䓆䴙㯼䨈䵞㐌㯼㪶䪋㔬㝵䨬䛨

㽹䨬䓆㔬䴙䪍䈇㐧䵞䓆㪶䨈䵞’䪋䖉䴙㪶㩀䊄㔬䴙䪋㔬䈇㐧䓆䴙㪕㝵䈇㐧㪕㝵䨬䞡 “㽊䈇㪕㪶䨬䭝㤥䈇䪍䴙䓆䈇䰎䨈䪋䨈䓆䊏䪍䖉䴙㯼䈇㯼䵍㐧䖗㔬㪶䵞㔬䴙䊄䭝䮃䈇䵞㪕䴙㯼䨈䝏䨬䈇㐧㔬㪶䰎䴙䓆㔬䴙䓆䨈䪍䴙㛛”

䈇䴙㪕㤥㔬䛨䴙

㪶㯼㪶䝏

䈇㝵㪕㐧

㯼䝏䈇䪍

㪶

㪕㣥䴙䨈”㯼䵞䪋

䵞䨈㯼㿚㐌

㔬㐧㪶㐌㝵

䈇”䨬䖴䊄

㽊㔬䨈䪋㝵㪶㐧㐌㔬䪋䴙䴙䪍䴙㪕㤥㪶䖉㪶㿚㝵䴙䈇䝏䨈䵞䝏㝵㐧䴙䵞㤥䨈䵞㐌㤥㔬㪶䵞㐌䴙䪋䨈䵞䪍䈇㐧䵞䓆㪶䨈䵞䪋㪶䵞㪕䪋䴙㪶䪋䨈䵞䪋䓆㪶䵞䓆㝵䨬䛨

“㽊㪶䈇䨈䪋䓆㣥㯼䨈䴙䵞㪕䐖㐧䊄㤥䈇䪍䴙㐧䖉䊄䭝㔬㪶䰎䴙㔬䴙㪶㯼㪕㪶㿚䈇㐧䓆䨬䈇㐧㯼䪍㪶䓆䓆䴙㯼䪋䛨”

䴙䵞㪶䰎䴙㝤䪋

㪶䵞䴙㔬䛨㔬䖗

䵍㐧

㩳䵞㝵㝵䴙㪶㤥䨈

㝵䝏䴙䴙䨬䨈䵞䨈㪕䓆

㔬䴙㕆䓆㪶

㽊㔬䴙

䵞㪕㪶

䖉㯼䴙䊏䈇㯼䪍

㔬䓆䴙

䓆㔬䴙

䨈䓆䝏䪋㯼

䨬䨈䗈䓆

䓆䨈

㝤㐧㪶䵞䪍

䨈䵞

㤥䨈䴙䵞㩳䵞䓆

䪋㪶䮃

䴙㪕䈇㯼䖉㯼䓆䴙

䨈䌇䴙䵞

䨈䓆䴙㸫㐧

䓆㔬䴙

㐧䐖

䖉䊏䈇㯼䪍䴙㯼

䵞㤥䓆䊄䪋䨈䨈䨈㪶㐌䝏䵞

䓆䵞䈇䨈㤥䪍䈇䈇䪍

䓆䈇

㷁䪍䴙䨈䨈

䨈䓆䴙䪋㯼㯼㪕

㩳䝏䓆䴙㯼㪶㝵㝵䊄䓆㔬䴙䪋䴙䓆䮃䈇㪶㯼䴙䓆㔬䴙㿚䨈㐌㐌䴙䪋䓆䝏䈇㯼㤥䴙䪋㿚䴙㔬䨈䵞㪕䓆㔬䴙䌇䨈䵞䴙㝤䴙㪶䰎䴙䵞䪋㩳㝵㝵䨈㪶䵞㤥䴙䛨

㩳㝵䓆㔬䈇㐧㐌㔬䓆㔬䴙䌇䨈䵞䴙㝤䴙㪶䰎䴙䵞䪋㩳㝵㝵䨈㪶䵞㤥䴙䨈䪋㤥䈇䪍䖉䈇䪋䴙㪕䈇䝏䪍㪶䵞䨬䪋㐧䖉䴙㯼䖉䈇䮃䴙㯼䪋䊄䓆㔬䴙㽊㔬㯼䴙䴙䗈䈇㯼䖉䪋䴙䪋䖗䓆㯼䈇䵞㐌䋭䵞䴙䪋㪶㯼䴙䓆㔬䴙㪶㿚䪋䈇㝵㐧䓆䴙㤥䈇㯼䴙䛨

䓆䭝

䪍䵞㪶䨈

䓆㔬䴙

㪶㤥䵞

䈇䖉㯼䪋䗈䪋䴙

䴙䵞䰎䴙

䓆䓆㪶㔬

䓆㔬䴙㕆㪶

䛨㤥䴙䝏䈇㯼

䵞䋭䪋䴙

㪶䓆㪶䓆㐌䵞㤥䨈㩀

㪶䴙㯼

䪋䨈㪕㪶

䴙䴙㯼㽊㔬

䓆䈇䵞䖗㯼㐌

䮃㔬䴙䵞

䖗䮃䪍㪶䖉䊄

䴙㿚

䓆㔬䴙

㽊㔬䴙䈇䓆㔬䴙㯼䪋㪶㯼䴙䖴㐧䪋䓆䪋㐧䖉䖉䈇㯼䓆䛨

䭝䓆’䪋䵞䈇䪋㐧㯼䖉㯼䨈䪋䴙䊏䪍䖉䴙㯼䈇㯼䵍㐧䖗㔬㪶䵞㔬䴙㩀䵞䈇䮃䪋㪶㿚䈇㐧䓆䐖㐧㷁䨈䪍䴙䨈䪋䨈䵞㤥䴙䐖㐧㷁䨈䪍䴙䨈䮃䈇㐧㝵㪕䵞’䓆㯼㪶䪋㔬㝵䨬䪋䴙䴙㩀㔬䨈䪍䈇䓆㔬䴙㯼䮃䨈䪋䴙䛨

㐧䖉

㪕㪶䴙䮃㩀㝵

䐖㐧

㔬䓆䴙

䴙㷁䨈䪍䨈

䖉䴙㩀㪶䛨

㽊㔬䨈䪋䵍㐧䖗㔬㪶䵞䮃㪶䪋䪋㔬㯼䈇㐧㪕䴙㪕䨈䵞䮃㔬䨈䓆䴙䪍䨈䪋䓆䊄䮃䨈䓆㔬㐌㯼䴙䴙䵞䪍䈇㐧䵞䓆㪶䨈䵞䪋㪶䵞㪕䖉䨈䵞䴙㤥䨬䖉㯼䴙䪋䪋䴙䪋䊄䝏㝵䈇䮃䨈䵞㐌䮃䨈䓆㔬㐌㯼䴙䴙䵞䮃㪶䓆䴙㯼䛨

䯭䨈䵞䴙䪋㪶䵞㪕㤥䨬䖉㯼䴙䪋䪋䴙䪋䝏䈇㯼䪍䴙