I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2272 - 2271: The Lord of the Dead Spirits' Power—Beyond Words

The surrounding dark mist churned violently upon hearing Xu Zimei's words.

It seemed as though it sought to completely suppress his voice.

"Do not speak, do not utter," the Lord of the Dead Spirits stated placidly.

He harbored his own intricate plans.

Even the Four Elders of Annihilation, positioned nearest to him, were unaware, so how could he possibly reveal his intentions to Xu Zimei?

Furthermore, recognizing that Xu Zimei was fated to challenge the Heavens one day, the Lord of the Dead Spirits intended for him to witness the realm of the underworld.

Had anyone else dared to act with such audacious disregard in the Netherworld Realm, he would have intervened immediately.

Only those who stand on equal footing possess the right to engage in such balanced discourse.

This clearly indicates that Xu Zimei has now ascended to a realm equivalent to that of the Lord of the Dead Spirits.

Indeed, while the Hundred Million Daos remain incomplete, the Ten Million Great Dao have already attained the pinnacle.

Surpassing this is the domain of the incomplete Hundred Million Daos.

However, to this day, neither the Brahma Demon Great Emperor of the Mortal Domain nor the Candle Dragon has managed to reach such a state.

"Even if you choose not to speak, I am determined to see," Xu Zimei retorted.

"Certain truths are imperative for me to know, regardless of whether they are voiced aloud."

The Lord of the Dead Spirits hesitated momentarily in response to Xu Zimei's declaration.

He then inquired, "It appears your purpose in coming here is to engage me in battle."

"I would not refuse a battle," Xu Zimei responded with a chuckle.

"My intention was to traverse the Nine Domains."

"Having already journeyed through the Mortal Domain, the Blazing Flame Realm, and the Heaven Extreme Realm, it is naturally your turn now."

"It seems you have forged your own distinct path," the Lord of the Dead Spirits observed serenely.

A surge of potent energy began to envelop him.

Countless streams of dark mist coalesced and intertwined.

This formidable power could only be mastered by him, as it constituted the most unique and novel force within existence.

It was a power meticulously crafted by the Lord of the Dead Spirits himself.

"Does this particular power possess a name?" Xu Zimei inquired, his interest piqued.

"I have christened it Annihilation," declared the Lord of the Dead Spirits.

When a realm is utterly destroyed, the essence of Annihilation manifests.

The emergence of Annihilation serves as an undeniable omen that a world stands on the precipice of collapse and utter ruin.

"An fitting name, indeed," Xu Zimei laughed heartily.

Despite their divergent paths, their ultimate aspirations aligned perfectly.

Both harbored a fervent desire to break free from their current confines and explore the world beyond.

To shatter all existing limitations and chains.

"Exercise caution then, for this time, I shall not hold back my strength."

The Lord of the Dead Spirits initiated his assault.

The formidable power of Annihilation began to churn with intensified fury.

If the dark mist encountered previously merely served to obscure vision and impede perception.

At this juncture, the mist had become imbued with significantly more offensive capabilities.

This potent force possessed the ability to inflict grievous harm upon even the slightest contact.

Even Xu Zimei found himself unable to entirely evade the intrusion of this pervasive energy.

After all, this power permeated all of existence, possessing the capacity to erode not just individuals, but entire worlds.

Xu Zimei, by comparison, was but a single entity.

Even before the true commencement of their battle, Xu Zimei's physical form had already been infiltrated by the power of Annihilation, a stark testament to its devastating potency.

"Rest in Peace Curse..."

Assuming a cross-legged posture above the roiling dark mist, the Lord of the Dead Spirits commenced his incantations.

The surrounding dark mist ascended, forming a shroud that concealed him from view.

He began to utter a series of ancient chants.

One by one, these incantations took tangible form, suspended ethereally in the void.

There were no overt displays of swordsmanship or concealed projectiles, only killing invocations imperceptible to the naked eye.

This represented the Rule Power inherent in the Great Dao.

From the outset, the Lord of the Dead Spirits wielded the most supreme form of combat power.

He eschewed reliance on physical techniques or the deployment of weaponry.

Instead, he sought to directly inflict death through the insidious, invisible might of the Great Dao.

As the Rest in Peace Curse incantations reached their full formation, an enigmatic power descended from the heavens.

Its unfathomable influence enveloped Xu Zimei in its entirety.

"Boom, boom."

In that precise moment, Xu Zimei experienced his power being subjected to a formidable sanction.

The power of the Great Dao, which he had previously commanded as an extension of his own being, began to inexplicably dissipate from his physical form.

"Intriguing," Xu Zimei remarked with a slight smile.

Neither combatant was holding back; they had unleashed their full might from the very beginning of the engagement.

Witnessing the imminent dispersal of the Great Dao's power.

He swiftly channeled the Ten Million Great Dao, bringing his hands together in a decisive gesture to forcibly unify with the Supreme Power of the Great Dao.

With a resounding "boom,"

Upon the confluence of all the Daos, they surged forth like tempestuous oceanic waves, an unstoppable force.

"Be gone," Xu Zimei commanded, extending his right hand.

An innumerable array of the Great Dao's powers launched themselves towards the encroaching dark mist.

These manifestations of power resembled the sharpest of spears.

Conversely, the dark mist appeared as an impenetrable shield of immense durability.

In that critical instant, spear met shield in a cataclysmic clash of two ultimate forces.

However, at this precise moment, the Lord of the Dead Spirits resumed his chanting.

"Rebirth Mantra..."

As the mantra took shape, Xu Zimei detected the emergence of yet another potent wave of energy.

A force specifically intent on severing his Divine Soul.

And moreover, executing this extraction with brutal force.

"Rebirth arises, hoping for a next life, where you cannot escape my grasp."

The magnificent voice of the Lord of the Dead Spirits boomed, resonating from all directions like a grand Great Dao.

At this critical juncture, Xu Zimei found himself utterly incapable of resistance.

He watched as his Divine Soul was forcibly ripped away from his physical body.

Shortly thereafter, the voice of the Lord of the Dead Spirits resounded once more.

"Since the Rest in Peace Curse failed to sever your Great Dao, let us try this."

"Requiem..."

Within the void, dark mist coalesced, forming a black flute.

This instrument was no ordinary object; it was an embodiment of the sonic essence of an entire world of ghostly energy.

The Lord of the Dead Spirits shaped human vocalizations using this ghostly energy, gathering every sound imaginable across existence and condensing them into this flute.

The moment the flute emitted its sound.

Xu Zimei felt an immediate, agonizing sensation, as if his eardrums were being torn asunder.

"Boom, boom."

A cacophony of sounds erupted, echoing between the heavens and the earth.

This overwhelming barrage threatened to shatter a person's mind, pushing it to its absolute limit.

Regardless of one's fortitude or mental acuity, the sheer volume of sound from an entire world forced into one's consciousness would, at the very least, lead to madness, and at worst, cause the brain to explode.

Severed from his physical form, Xu Zimei stood immobile amidst this sonic assault.

The multitude of sounds appeared poised to completely overwhelm him.

Moments later, two chains materialized from the swirling black mist.

One chain pulsed with extreme Yin energy, while the other radiated extreme Yang energy.

This represented the pinnacle of the Lord of the Dead Spirits' power.

In essence, the Netherworld Realm is the domain of the departed, where all things are intrinsically linked to Yin energy.

Generating extreme Yin energy was a simple feat.

However, Yang energy within this realm was fundamentally antagonistic, akin to fire and water, locked in perpetual conflict where one must extinguish the other.

While water and fire can readily blend, the harmonious union of Yin and Yang is a far greater challenge.

The Lord of the Dead Spirits' astonishing power stemmed from his ability to manifest life from death itself; from the extreme of Yin, he inexplicably birthed the extreme of Yang.

It was, in principle, a single force bifurcated into Yin and Yang.

The fusion of Yin and Yang gave rise to Chaos.

These intertwined chains of Yin and Yang ensnared Xu Zimei, binding him completely.

His upper body was encased in extreme Yang, while his lower body was bound by extreme Yin, effectively reversing his Yin-Yang balance and isolating him from the Great Dao.