I am Villain Cultivator
Chapter 32: Blood Queen Bee (Part I: Wings of Blood)

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Blood Queen Bee (Part I: Wings of Blood)

A deafening bzzzzzz tore through the canopy as the Earthcore Blood Queen Bee unfurled its grotesque wings. The air trembled with the sound, low, monstrous, and maddening. A strange wind followed, heavy and warm, laced with the coppery stench of blood.

Then came the blood rain.

With a single flap of its wings, the sky turned red as droplets of crimson surged down like falling knives. The rain wasn’t just liquid, it was dense, thick with spiritual force and lethal intent.

In seconds, an entire portion of the forest was annihilated. Massive trees snapped in half like twigs, torn apart by blood spikes the size of spears that plunged from above. The earth cracked and steamed, and beasts wailed in terror as they were impaled or crushed beneath the assault.

The chaos was unrelenting.

A pack of horned shadow wolves was skewered before they could flee. A three-eyed boar beast tried to charge away, only to be swallowed by a burst of crimson thorns erupting from the ground.

All across the forest, panic spread like wildfire.

Beasts that had roamed their territories for years, territorial, proud, unshakable, were now running. Fleeing. Even the hairy baboons, known for their vicious tribal defense and stubborn refusal to abandon their land, had vanished without resistance.

Far from the carnage, Kaal sat in quiet contemplation, examining his newly healed right hand. His fingers flexed with unnatural precision, and his palm crackled faintly with Azure Qi.

"Not bad," he muttered, a grin tugging at his lips.

The regeneration was nearly complete faster than ever before.

The power granted by the Myriad of Thousand Demons’ Body was proving invaluable. Normally, the backlash from using Imperfect Burst Qi would cripple him for weeks. A month, at the very least.

But now?

Two days.

That was all it took.

He clenched his fist, testing the flow of Qi. No pain. Only strength.

Then, A roar shattered the moment.

A deep, guttural bellow rolled across the treetops, shaking birds from branches and sending chills across the land. It was not the roar of a typical beast. It was deeper. Heavier. More... Beastly.

Kaal’s eyes narrowed.

He rose from his meditative seat, shadows curling around his feet. His body tensed not in fear, but in caution.

"My sixth sense is screaming," he muttered. "This isn’t a normal beast."

His voice was grim.

The Myriad Thousand Demons’ Body had come with more than regeneration. It brought demonic instinctive senses. A kind of intuition that warned him when death drew near.

Right now, it was howling in alarm.

Without hesitation, Kaal activated his Mind Eye. His vision expanded, stretching far beyond human capability.

He scanned the surrounding area, and what he saw unnerved even him.

The forest beasts were evacuated.

Hundreds of beasts had abandoned their territories. From horned bears to thick-shelled lizards, even high-tier magical creatures were gone.

"This isn’t right," Kaal murmured.

These weren’t cowardly creatures. Many, like the hairy baboon tribe he had decimated on the trial’s first day, were territorial predators. They wouldn’t yield ground for just anything.

Unless something greater had entered their domain.

Something they feared. Something not meant to be part of this trial.

Kaal raced through the devastated forest, his figure flickering like a shadow as he moved with incredible speed. Each step melted into the next Shadow Void Movement Art in full flow. The trees around him blurred into indistinct streaks, the scent of scorched bark and blood thick in the air.

Then, he saw it.

A towering beast hovered midair, its wings flapping with unnatural force. The Berserk Blood Queen Bee.

Its form was grotesquely majestic. Blood-red carapace shimmered under the scarlet sky, and its stinger pulsed with killing intent. The mere pressure it exuded cracked the earth around it.

Kaal skidded to a halt, and a cold sweat broke across his back.

"Th-That’s an Earthcore Beast..." he whispered, voice barely audible.

His pupils shrank.

"How can a creature this powerful be allowed in a trial?"

He clenched his fists, trying to steady his breath.

Most participants in this trial were Warrior Rank cultivators, barely touching the threshold of real power. Few had even reached the Foundation Realm. But this... this creature in front of him radiated the aura of a beast equivalent to the Blessing Realm, a force that could flatten half the younger generation with a single attack.

Just then, cries echoed from nearby.

"K-Kaal! Young Master Kaal!"

A group of teenage cultivator boys and girls, bloodied and battered, staggered out of the forest, rushing toward him. Relief painted their faces, their eyes glimmering with desperate hope.

A black-haired boy reached him first. "Young Master, please save us!"

They were all Kilvis clan members, hopefuls like him.

But their cries were too loud, too close.

The Blood Queen Bee, enraged by the commotion, snapped its head in their direction. Its wings blurred. In the next moment, razor-like blood slashes shot through the air.

Schlink—!

Thud—!

Blood rained again, this time not from the sky, but from severed limbs and shattered bodies.

A girl was cleaved cleanly at the waist, her eyes wide with disbelief, her beautiful face still turned toward Kaal at her last moments... as if begging for rescue. Others screamed as their legs or arms were cut down like grass before a blade.

"Aaagghhh!"

"No! Please!"

Their pleas were drowned by pain.

Kaal’s jaw tightened. His instincts screamed at him to turn and run.

He didn’t want to die. He wasn’t some hero willing to throw away his life for others.

But he knew.

This was being broadcast to the entire Kilvis clan. Even if he won the trial later, abandoning his fellow clansmen now would destroy his image. No Elder would support a coward, regardless of strength.

With a sharp inhale, Kaal stepped forward.

"Get out of here," he said coldly, eyes locked on the rampaging Blood Queen Bee. "I’ll buy you some time."

The surviving teens, those who could still move, stared at him in shock, then nodded hurriedly. Their eyes shimmered with gratitude.

Kaal didn’t care about their feelings.

He didn’t need to be their savior.

But he had confidence in himself and the monstrous power within.

Deep inside him pulsed the { Origin Core }, the source of the Myriads of Thousand Demon Body. His cultivation might still be at the First Stage of the Foundation Realm, but this demonic body granted him raw strength equal to the Seventh Stage. He could tear steel apart with his bare hands. Regrow skin and flesh in moments. Outlast even the fiercest opponent in attrition.

And with his Mind Eye, he could perceive the flow of Qi and read the enemy’s movements before they happened.

Against a beast of overwhelming brute force, these were not just advantages; they were trump cards.

"I’m not some noble fool," Kaal muttered as he crouched into a combat stance, muscles tightening, eyes glowing with violet light. "But I don’t lose to Beasts."

Above him, the Blood Queen let out a shriek that shook the heavens.

Kaal simply smiled, dark and unflinching.

"Let’s dance."