Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 164 - 121: Drinking Paraquat as if It Were Water【5K】_3

Chapter 164: Chapter 121: Drinking Paraquat as if It Were Water【5K】_3

Boom——

A shrug of the shoulders, a twitch of the eyelids.

He saw, with that punch, Cen Zhuangzhuang—no, Young Master Cen actually drove his entire forearm into the opponent, causing it to sink in.

Another punch.

The creature’s back was beaten into an arch.

Pure aesthetics of violence.

Swallowing, Jiang Feng realized he was somewhat fearless of the unknown; where did he muster the courage to step into that dilapidated temple before, sword in hand?

"Didn’t you notice that those villagers from before were all missing?"

Cen Yueyue’s vibrant voice rang out.

"Zhuangzhuang’s personality is different from mine, he looks impulsive but is actually very meticulous. The missing villagers earlier must have been him worrying about innocent bystanders getting caught in our fight."

"He hasn’t been seen for so long because he must have taken those villagers to a safe place first. I bet he even saw off those Qi Refinement cultivators."

"Hmph, my cousin is impressive, isn’t he? A normal Lower Grade Core Formation expert wouldn’t be able to take him down without at least three or four of them."

She recalled all her Magic Treasures.

At first glance, this little ancestor seemed to be wearing six Magic Treasures—two bracelets on her hands and three hairpins plus a crown on her head—a true little rich girl.

"Come and fight!"

With a fierce bellow.

Radically different from the shy and honest image before, once Cen Zhuangzhuang entered his battle state, he was like a berserker, to put it in Jiang Feng’s words.

A proper martial arts fanatic.

He simply raised his brawny arm and caught the beak aiming for his head.

With a flex, the veins on his arm bulged, muscles twisted like old tree roots, intricate and complex, and despite the frantic writhing, the creature couldn’t break free. His other hand clenched into a fist and rose high.

No one would doubt the power of this punch.

"Wow, wow——"

Throaty roars tried to escape but to no avail; caught by the beak, its cries got stuck in its throat. Thus, it desperately swung its claws, scratching towards the youth’s body.

"Be careful!"

The Longsword, already sheathed, was immediately drawn out, about to be flung in an attempt to stop it, but Cen Yueyue beside him was calm and composed, simply tapping the scabbard, signaling for restraint.

Zzzt—

The claws mercilessly struck the youth, but unlike expected, there was no flesh and blood flying, nor screams.

Instead, there was a heavy voice.

"You’re courting death."

The three words rang solid and powerful, and for the first time, Jiang Feng saw a hint of fear in the creature’s eyes that were crazily rolling.

Because with that strike, other than tearing apart the youth’s shirt, it only left some white marks on his dark skin.

Not even the skin was broken.

"I told you, Zhuangzhuang is into Body Cultivation."

"With Zhuangzhuang’s level of physical cultivation, even if cultivators below the Core Formation Stage stood and let themselves be chopped, they’d have to hack away for the duration of two incense sticks before they could kill him."

"This creature might be powerful, but after all, it’s just a newborn; its claws can’t possibly be sharper than a Magic Treasure, how could it injure Zhuangzhuang."

"Even that last time your sect sister’s musical melody was withstand by Zhuangzhuang."

Jiang Feng wasn’t paying attention to Cen Yueyue’s words, his gaze fixed on the fight unfolding in the distance, his throat dry with excitement.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Right now, Young Master Cen’s left arm was like a pile driver, punch after consistent punch.

Each punch made Jiang Feng, who was watching the fight from behind, twitch; although the creature looked unscathed from the outside, judging from its loose belly and frantic struggling limbs, its insides must have been mashed by now.

Boom!

Another hook punch.

The creature’s neck, coated in Snake Scale, bulged with effort, from the abdomen all the way to the head, and then a clump of shattered flesh sprayed straight out of its mouth, rendering it silent without even a scream.

With one step, he stomped down, crushing the creature’s head underfoot, ignoring its wildly scratching claws, and followed along the neck all the way to where it joined the body.

Seeing the woman, whose head had been half torn off, separating her jaws, Cen Zhuangzhuang could no longer contain his anger. He had been nurtured from an early age within the Cen Family, believing that as a member, one must have righteousness and a moral baseline.

At home, within the clan, in the Cen Family’s territory, he had never witnessed such filth, but he hadn’t expected his first trip far from home would reveal such a hell on earth to him.

And this tragically deceased woman was even with child, using an unborn fetus as a catalyst to breed such despicable creatures—intolerable by the heavens.

"Roar!"

With a roar akin to that of a lion, his upper body’s sturdy muscles swelled with veins, looking like it could burst with terror; a forceful yank, and he simply pulled the neck embedded in the body out!

Skin and Snake Scale were torn apart alive, and those fiery-red Xu Huoyao were frantically crawling over the wound on the neck, trying to mend it. But their regeneration was no match for Cen Zhuangzhuang’s speed.

As the whole head was about to be pulled out of the body, these creatures started to climb up the young master’s arm; his entire body turned crimson, even emitting crackling burns.

Some even made their way into his mouth.

A shift in his thigh, ready to go forward and help, yet Jiang Feng saw Cen Yueyue crouching down calmly nearby, fiddling with the broken flesh on the ground with a twig, atomically procured at some point.

These were the remains left behind when Cen Yueyue had previously skewered the creature’s head with three hairpins. It was clear she had spared her opponent during the fight, despite the wickedness of breeding the creatures with human flesh, she still felt it necessary to study the method somewhat.

"Don’t panic."

"The last time Zhuangzhuang went to help plow the fields, he went for a meal at someone’s house afterwards, accidentally drinking the herbal medicine intended for pest control as tea."

"That family was hugely startled, yet Zhuangzhuang just had a bit of diarrhea that day."

"I remember the name of that pest repellent herbal medicine is..."

"Paraquat."