Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 97 - 93: The Demon Lord Appears, The Sword Immortal Emerges [4K Subscribe, Meow~]

Chapter 97: Chapter 93: The Demon Lord Appears, The Sword Immortal Emerges [4K Subscribe, Meow~]

A voice rang again in his head!

Right after his words echoed, the still surface of the lake finally agitated, bubbles emerging from the depths began to surface and then burst!

"This is..."

There was no time to think further. The substantive Spiritual Energy, as if spotting some kind of food, rushed towards Jiang Feng’s body without hesitation. It even climbed upwards, covering his legs in the blink of an eye.

His body’s survival instinct made him try to shake off the sticky black liquid, although he didn’t understand why he was struggling. Yet, the vaguely conscious him felt an innate resistance against this Spiritual Energy, for merely being enveloped by the black Spiritual Energy.

He seemingly could see countless beings wailing, their twisted bodies desperately clawing at him to pull him down to the depths of the lake.

Anger, jealousy, greed, sadness, fear, negativity... an onslaught of negative emotions battered his psychological defenses, and eventually he ran completely out of strength, allowing the pitch-black sticky Spiritual Energy to envelop him fully.

"Lend it to you, then... kill him, kill him, kill him."

Muttering under his breath, even the old man gazed at the boy in his hands, uncertain whether this boy of unknown life or death still had the strength left.

"Kill him!"

His eyes suddenly opened, emitting a terrifying glow!

"Darn, this is..."

Upon seeing the young man’s eyes devoid of whites, the old man sensed something was wrong and instantly teleported Jiang Feng hundreds of meters away to a deserted place. He continued to exert force through his palm, but it felt like what he was holding was not someone else’s Dantian,

but a solid iron lump.

Boom—

The sound of the air being torn apart resonated through heaven and earth, crushing the entire bamboo forest several tens of meters!

An aged figure leaped out of the bamboo forest and landed on a bamboo stalk, clutching his old waist and cursing. It was apparent that in the midst of urgency, he had carelessly taken a hit.

The most terrifying aspect was there was an invisible sphere of Purple Flames burning fiercely at the old man’s waist side, its color and shape extremely bizarre. A casual slap could not extinguish the flames, but instead, they continued to burn along the old man’s palm.

As if endowed with life, the flames refused to die.

"Tsk, so troublesome even in death. Haven’t seen you for decades, and this is how you greet an old friend?"

With a flick of his hand, the inextinguishable Purple Flames appeared on the ground dozens of meters away, emitting a chill and eerie temperature. Then, with his hands behind his back, he turned to gaze at the young man who stepped out from the depths of the bamboo forest.

Bruises and swellings on his face gradually vanished, and the limping leg returned to normal within ten steps. The wounds piercing through his body healed at a visible rate. His expression was indifferent, those pitch-black eyes merely fixed on the old man.

"I thought you could keep your seat," he said, sizing up the young man, "But it looks like in our last battle you didn’t hold back, you unleashed a flood."

"A remnant soul, half of the cultivation base. If you hadn’t pulled off this cicada shedding its skin, the forces besieging you would have had to sacrifice a hundred more expert lives."

"Lady Yan Yurou is still too young. She thought the remnant soul was always trapped inside her body, so she tried every means to obstruct your rebirth. But I guessed it right away, knowing your character..."

"Probably since the first time you met this young couple, you had already been slowly transferring your soul and cultivation base to a new body, waiting until this current body grows up. You only completely moved the remnant soul over, and probably only half of the cultivation base."

"Let me guess, on the day of the grand wedding, when you were just about to marry this young lady, having her as an excellent cauldron for cultivation, you could retrieve the remaining half of your cultivation base."

"Yan Ruyu, congratulations, you have succeeded in possessing someone else’s body and became an Evil Cultivator despised by thousands!"

The old man’s tone was clearly sarcastic, but from another perspective it was indeed so. Once an Immortal Monarch who guarded the eastern lands, worshipped by countless beings, yet he willingly degenerated to practice Sorcery.

Eventually, he turned into this inhuman and ghostly figure. Especially given the tone, it was clear the old man was an acquaintance of his, even not addressing him as Demon Night True Monarch but Yan Ruyu.

But these words still struck like a bolt from the blue. Even Yan Yurou, with her pale complexion, was tightly gripping the bamboo pole beside her, propping herself up to look at her indifferent fiancé with eyes full of shock.

"Jiang... Feng, cough cough cough!"

She struggled to call out that name, but the young man gave no response, which undoubtedly made Lady Yan’s expression even uglier, even tinged with a hint of urgency.

The young man gazed towards the distant mountain peak. Jiang Feng could not see, but the remnant soul could see a cold, detached figure standing on the edge of a distant cliff, calmly watching from above the young man whose body was seized.

It was both a threat and filled with confidence.

His gaze locked firmly on the old man in front of him, gripping the Longsword in his hand, the corners of his refined mouth curving into an arc.

He was smiling, but it was a ferocious grin!

Whoosh—

The sword’s force howled as he raised his hand, a sword stroke!

Dark purple Sword Qi tore through the sky, rushing towards the old man with a speed difficult to catch with the naked eye. The old man’s expression finally became solemn, not daring to be frivolous as his body disappeared once more.

As if he had anticipated where the old man was about to appear next, Jiang Feng’s body twisted at the moment he wielded Sword Qi, precisely predicting the landing spot.

Clang!

The sound was sharp and grating, as unpleasant as the sound of fingernails scraping a blackboard. The "Cold River" sword, made of low-level Spiritual Energy, actually broke directly under that strike!