I am Villain Cultivator
Chapter 50: Charles Kilvish Last Stand (part-2)

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Charles Kilvish Last Stand (part-2)

The sky above the Kilvish Clan was drenched in crimson light, the heavens quivering under the weight of colliding Daos. Amidst the chaos of ruptured formations and shattered spirit beasts, one figure strode forward like a dying star, his aura flaring with borrowed time.

Charles Kilvish.

His eyes glowed with a furious resolve, and behind him, the celestial projection of the Sword Maiden stood once more in her divine form, pulsing with sword intent, radiant and terrible.

High above, the jade-masked figure of Mirror Immortal slowly turned his gaze toward the battlefield. His robes of starlight shimmered as he hovered in place, untouched by the destruction below. His voice echoed across the crumbling plains, cold and divine.

"Kilvish Patriarch lad... surrender yourself and bring me the Divine Elixir your founder, the Shadow Immortal, has hidden."

Charles didn’t flinch. Instead, he met the Divine Realm cultivator’s voice with one of unshakable steel.

"So, that’s your aim... The Divine Elixir Amrit."

As if in answer to his words, the Sword Maiden behind him shimmered brighter. Her radiance spilt across the battlefield like moonlight on a blood-soaked lake. At the same time, the Eclipse Veil Formation, once on the brink of collapse, suddenly surged with new life, its ancient runes glowing anew as they intertwined seamlessly with the Void Lock Domain.

Two ancient, advanced formations now stood superimposed upon one another, an impossible feat. And Charles was their core.

He raised his hand.

Snap.

Reality twisted.

A battleship from the Spirit Beast Hall, mid-air and brimming with spiritual cannons, suddenly vanished from its place and reappeared directly in the path of a compressed space fissure caused by the collapsing formation’s recoil.

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion ripped through the battlefield. Screams rang out as the ship was torn apart by the spatial backlash. Flames and shattered wood rained down, along with the dying cries of dozens of Spirit Beast Hall disciples.

Standing atop a majestic Seven-Colored Peacock, a Primordial Beast of the Sea Realm, was Dalmen, the blue-haired Vice Sect Leader of the Spirit Beast Hall. His eyes widened in horror, his voice sharp and filled with fury.

"Careful! He’s gained control over the formations. Anyone within his spiritual sense can be forcibly teleported!"

His warning came too late.

Charles lifted his gaze to the skies. His eyes found Mirror Immortal, who now shimmered with divine light, his body resisting the pull of the Void Lock Domain.

"So... even this doesn’t work on Divine Realm cultivators," Charles muttered, then turned sharply. His attention shifted to the Jeral Clan’s battleship, looming in the distance.

The formations pulsed again.

The Mirror Immortal’s divine aura expanded like a sea of stars. Space itself bent to his will, stabilising around him. The trap Charles had prepared failed to take hold of the Immortal, but the rest of the battlefield remained vulnerable.

Dalmen’s voice rose again, frantic now.

"Everyone retreat! Get behind the Mirror Immortal!"

The massive Seven-Colored Peacock, sensing its master’s alarm, shrieked and spread its wings wide. From its dazzling feathers rained down seven streams of elemental Qi—fire, water, wind, light, earth, darkness, and wood. Each feather shimmered with deadly force, turning the skies above Charles into a kaleidoscope of destruction.

But Charles didn’t move.

He simply smiled.

Snap.

His figure blurred and vanished, only to reappear atop another Thunder Spear Sect battleship. In that instant, he exchanged places with the vessel through the formation’s command node.

The peacock’s deadly feather storm fell upon the ship instead.

The explosion was cataclysmic.

Once again, allies turned to ash in the blink of an eye.

Cries of alarm broke out across the allied forces. The remaining commanders, battle-hardened though they were, now understood the scope of Charles’s final stand. It wasn’t desperation—it was execution.

And they were the ones being hunted.

Scrambling, the remaining ships and cultivators drew back, retreating behind the protective divine field of Mirror Immortal, who watched the battlefield with narrowed eyes.

"This isn’t just a warrior’s last stand," he murmured under his breath. "This is a lesson in vengeance."

Charles stood amidst the falling ash, his skin pale, the lines of his face weathered by the burning of his life force. The Sword Maiden hovered behind him like a celestial executioner, blade humming with unfinished wrath.

His time was running out.

But before death could take him, he intended to burn every inch of the sky in the name of his clan.

"Your mistake..." he whispered, locking eyes with the Mirror Immortal. "Thinking that I would die quietly," said Charles, snapping another finger.

A piercing shriek echoed a cry of agony from the Crimson Flamingo, a Primordial Beast equal to a Sea Realm cultivator. Her massive, burning wings trembled as her abdomen was pierced clean through.

Standing atop her was the Sword Maiden, having teleported in the blink of an eye. The majestic beast shrieked one final time and, in desperation, activated her ancient bloodline ability Crimson Flame.

A torrent of crimson fire erupted, consuming one of the Sword Maiden’s ethereal arms. At the same moment, Charles connected to her essence through his burning life force and felt the searing pain himself. His arm caught fire, skin peeling as smoke rose from his robes. Yet he gritted his teeth, eyes blazing with undying resolve.

"Shadow Infinite First Form: Genesis," he whispered.

The Sword Maiden moved, her remaining arm slicing through space with flawless precision.

In a single, breathtaking arc, the Crimson Flamingo was cleaved in half. Her flaming feathers scattered like falling meteors, and her beast core drifted midair, caught swiftly by the Sword Maiden before being teleported to Charles’s side.

Above them, Mirror Immortal narrowed his eyes. He could feel the shifting morale among the alliance: fear, confusion, and hesitation.

"Lad, you truly deserve the title of Kilvish Patriarch," the Immortal said, his voice echoing like a god’s. "But that’s enough game of cat and mouse."

Suddenly, the sky trembled.

A resonating Dao filled the air, as if the heavens themselves had awakened in wrath. A massive celestial mirror formed in the sky, embedded with radiant gems that pulsed with immense divine energy.

"Solar Qi," Mirror Immortal declared.

A blinding ray burst from the mirror, moving at the speed of light. Charles reacted instantly.

Both formations, the Eclipse Veil and the Void Lock Domain, flared as he poured the last remnants of his life force into their cores.

The Sword Maiden raised her blade to intercept.

The beam struck.

A cosmic blast lit the heavens. The Sword Maiden’s face was charred, her features scorched in the radiant onslaught. Charles’s body convulsed as his skin peeled, internal organs burning. He staggered, coughing blood that painted the ground red.

"Cough... To think... one day I would block an attack from a Divine Realm cultivator," he rasped with a grim smile.

With the last flicker of his control over the formation, he redirected the Solar Qi beam, teleporting it away from himself.

Directly in front of Dalmen, the Vice Sect Leader of the Spirit Beast Hall.

Dalmen, riding atop the noble Seven-Colored Peacock, realised it too late. His eyes widened in horror.

"Nooo!" he screamed.

The Peacock sensed the incoming destruction and spread its radiant wings to flee. But the power of the Solar Qi, even redirected, was still devastating.

Dalmen tried activating every defensive formation available.

Snap.

They shattered like glass.

The Peacock, in a desperate bid to survive, burned its essence blood, sacrificing its future cultivation for a fleeting hope of escape.

"Dalmen! What are you doing!? Burn your life?" it asked in a desperate human voice.

But it was too late.

The divine ray struck them both.

In a flash of blinding light and unimaginable heat, they were reduced to ash.

Only the core of the Seven-Colored Peacock remained.

It shimmered and then vanished—teleported to Charles.

Blood streaming from his lips, Charles looked toward the fading ruins of the Kilvish Clan. His voice cracked as he issued his final command.

"Elder George... burn the libraries. Destroy the spiritual stones. Set the medicine gardens ablaze. Let the only thing our enemies take... be ash."

From the central formation hall, Elder George clenched his jaw and nodded.

"Burn them all," he commanded the clan members.

Then, Charles turned to the last remaining alliance forces.

His body trembled. Time was short, two minutes at most.

And so, he did the unthinkable.

He opened his palm.

In it, the beast cores of both the Crimson Flamingo and the Seven-Colored Peacock glowed.

With no hesitation, he devoured them.

Raw, volatile energy surged through him. Qi exploded within his veins, violent, impure, and utterly overwhelming. A cultivator who consumed cores without refinement usually invited death.

But Charles had already made peace with death.

Instead, he directed all of the chaotic energy to break through.

The blockage within his Sea Realm cultivation shattered.

With a final roar, Charles ascended to the Sixth Stage of the Sea Realm.

His body cracked under the force, but his aura burned brighter than ever.

{Flashback}

"Father, what is your greatest treasure?" a young Charles once asked.

His father looked around the bustling courtyard, then knelt beside his son.

"It’s you... And this clan, my child."

"I’ll protect them when I grow up!" Charles said, clenching his tiny fists.

His father chuckled. "Haha! Sure, sure. My little warrior."

{Flashback End}

Tears mixed with blood in Charles’s eyes.

He raised his head one final time.

Then, with his burning body and the Sword Maiden at his side, he teleported into the heart of the alliance army.

And together—

They self-destructed.

A star bloomed upon the battlefield. And with it, the name Charles Kilvish was etched into legend.

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{Author here :- Charles’ death wasn’t originally part of my plan, but my brother convinced me it was necessary. My protagonist lacked emotional strength, gained power too quickly, and even defeated Kevin Haze a once-in-a-century genius . After reconsidering, I realized he was right. If the clan was attacked, it wouldn’t make sense for the Patriarch to survive unscathed. That’s why I scrapped my previous draft and rewrote this Chapter entirely.

I hope you enjoy Charles Last Stand a turning point that reshapes the story. If you like it, please leave a review and support me with Power Stones and Golden Tickets! Your feedback keeps me motivated.}