I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1184 - 1183: A Move, Lai Canyin

A dozen or so people scattered apart, each drawing the blades and swords from their waists.

They surrounded Xuan Min in the center.

Someone approached with iron fists, carrying a crushing pressure that seemed capable of shattering the void, and smashed toward Xuan Min heavily.

Another stood poised with a longsword, surrounding the area with the unyielding aura of Sword Intent and the domineering essence of the blade.

All the attacks descended in an instant.

"What do you think their chances of winning are?" Jiang Mozi looked at Xu Zimei and asked.

"Even though you’ve lost your cultivation, I believe your judgment hasn’t completely failed you," Xu Zimei replied.

"Zero."

Jiang Mozi sighed. He could see clearly that these Heavenly Saint Academy students were not on the same level as the Nine Ghosts Academy ones.

Moreover, Xuan Min should be one of the most outstanding talents in Nine Ghosts Academy.

Jiang Mozi only asked Xu Zimei in search of some psychological comfort.

...

On the side of the Arena Stage, as all the attacks landed, Xuan Min remained calm and composed.

The aura of the Black Tortoise surged around him, and a massive phantom of the Black Tortoise enveloped him.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Several sounds rang out as the attacks landed on the Black Tortoise. Aside from the noises, Xuan Min remained entirely unharmed.

The turtle shell on the Black Tortoise’s back shone with a faint blue light, resembling the sea.

"How is this possible?" On the side of Heavenly Saint Academy, disbelief filled the faces of the crowd.

"Truly lacking in quality," Xuan Min remarked dismissively, shaking his head.

With a wave of his hand, the Black Tortoise spat out several streams of water.

These water streams carried the power of freezing, sealing everything in their path as they shot toward the Heavenly Saint Academy crowd.

"Quick, dodge!" someone shouted loudly in alarm.

The crowd frantically scrambled to evade, but as the streams landed, even the Arena Stage beneath their feet froze.

Moreover, the Black Tortoise’s water streams seemed endless.

One after another, they continued to fire, and within a short time, the entire Arena Stage was encased in ice.

The crowd had nowhere left to hide.

One by one, they raised their weapons and charged toward Xuan Min, attempting a final, desperate attack.

From the corner of his mouth, Xuan Min let a faint, mocking smile curl upward. He extended his hands, slowly clenched them tightly in the air.

With a deafening "boom," countless shards of ice beneath their feet exploded.

It was as if frost descended and a storm raged.

Snowflakes scattered across the Arena Stage, shards of ice flying wildly, and jagged shards several meters long drove into the bodies of the Heavenly Saint Academy students.

Amid the white frost, streaks of blood flowed out.

It was like vibrant plum blossoms standing proudly amid the heavy snow.

Striking and vivid.

Above, Jiang Mozi shouted anxiously, but it was all in vain.

When the storm settled, the figures of the Heavenly Saint Academy students gradually emerged.

Everyone was severely injured, stained in blood, lying on the ground—it was evident Xuan Min hadn’t held back.

He stood in front of everyone, legs apart, arrogantly declaring, "Admit that you’re all trash, crawl out from between my legs, and leave Nine Ghosts Academy.

I might consider sparing you."

"Dream on," a Heavenly Saint Academy student coughed blood and shouted defiantly.

"We’re all born the same. If we had grown up within Nine Ghosts Academy, we wouldn’t necessarily have lost to you."

...

Above the Arena Stage, Xu Zimei curiously asked, "Does Xuan Min have a prejudice against every newcomer at Nine Ghosts Academy?

So confrontational."

"When he first entered the academy, he went through tremendous hardship and effort.

Due to his lowly status, he was often ridiculed. That left his psyche somewhat twisted."

As Xu Zimei finished speaking, a soft voice suddenly responded beside him.

"To Xuan Min, Nine Ghosts Academy is the epitome of nobility.

Anyone who hasn’t struggled as he did has no right to enter."

Xu Zimei slowly raised his head, only to find a woman who had appeared at an unknown time.

She was dressed in a white robe, her graceful figure concealed beneath its folds.

The white robe radiated like moonlight, emanating an air of purity.

Wisps of dark hair framed her temples, her skin as flawless as snow, lips red and teeth pure. Her eyes were like luminous moons.

Standing around 1.78 meters tall, she exuded a sense of ethereal spirit.

"He’s a classic case of psychological imbalance," Xu Zimei remarked.

The woman ignored Xu Zimei and turned to look below the Arena Stage, saying softly, "Xuan Min, let’s end this.

There’s no animosity as deep as a sea of blood; why seek a fight to the death?"

Hearing the woman’s words, Fei Lin, the referee beside her, chuckled and quipped, "Oh my, isn’t this Senior Sister Lai? How do you have the time today?

What kind of wind brought you here?"

The woman cast a glance at Fei Lin but couldn’t be bothered with him, her gaze fixed intently on Xuan Min below.

Xuan Min chuckled lightly and replied, "Since Senior Sister Lai has spoken, I’ll naturally spare them."

"Senior Sister Lai’s face is not one to be ignored."

After finishing his statement, Xuan Min shifted his gaze to Xu Zimei and called out, "They’ve all lost. What about you? Not planning to come down and give it a try?"

After speaking, Xuan Min turned to the woman again, smiled, and said, "Senior Sister Lai, I trust you won’t shield him as well?

Earlier, he clashed with Lord Ye Mi—if not deserving of death, a lesson at least seems warranted."

The woman in the white robe said nothing, merely shook her head slightly at Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei smiled and casually asked, "Are you really planning on fighting me?"

"What? Are you afraid?" Xuan Min sneered.

Xu Zimei shook his head, chuckling faintly, then stepped through the air, descending onto the Arena Stage.

He said, "A tortoise is a tortoise. Wouldn’t you be better off staying hidden in your shell?

Why keep provoking others?"

"The Black Tortoise is a Divine Beast," Xuan Min retorted grimly, enunciating each word.

"Divine Beast or not, it doesn’t erase the fact that it’s still a tortoise," Xu Zimei replied with a smirk.

"Kid, I only intended to teach you a lesson, but now you’re courting death," Xuan Min spat coldly.

"I heard Nine Ghosts Academy is the pinnacle institution of the Ghost God Realm. If its students are all like you,

then it’s quite underwhelming, honestly disappointing," Xu Zimei remarked indifferently.

"Courting death!" Xuan Min roared furiously.

The Black Tortoise surged to life, icy arrows swirling like a snowstorm around its body.

The surrounding temperature plummeted.

Suddenly, Xuan Min raised his hand, and thousands upon thousands of ice arrows rained down.

All of them aimed to strike Xu Zimei like a torrential downpour.

"How dare a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon?" Xu Zimei chuckled.

With a casual sweep of his hand, Heaven-Piercing Blade Aura exploded forth.

The Blade Qi enveloped the entire Arena Stage, annihilating the snowstorm within.

Xuan Min saw only the dazzling flash of blade light erupt before him.

Moments later, the Black Tortoise was sliced cleanly in two.

The edges of the cut were smooth and precise.

Xuan Min coughed out blood, his connection to the Black Tortoise severed, and was sent flying backward.

"One move," Fei Lin immediately stood up above, his gaze tightening.

The crowd of Nine Ghosts Academy disciples who had been watching noisily suddenly fell silent.