Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate - Chapter 477

Chapter 477: Nothing Left but Rage

“How can I trust you?” Lu Yi studied the old man, his eyes flickering between suspicion and curiosity.

“Then kill me,” Ju Jingyan said simply. His face was calm, almost empty, but the sorrow in his eyes ran deep. “Take my things, take my life. As long as you destroy the Yang Clan, I’ll die content.”

Lu Yi hesitated. The man’s calm acceptance of death caught him off guard—it almost stirred something in him.

“Take them.” Ju Jingyan held out the jade slips and ring with both hands. “Wipe out the Yang Clan and let me rest.”

After a moment, he added, “I think I know who you are—the half-demon Lu Yi, right? But I also know you’re more righteous than most so-called humans.” His clouded eyes flickered with faint light.

Lu Yi froze. “You… you know who I am?” His body tensed, but looking at the frail man before him, he finally nodded. “Alright. I’ll take your things—and I’ll see the Yang Clan destroyed.”

He reached out to take the items from Ju Jingyan.

But before his fingers could touch them—hiss! A crack split the air, black lightning tearing through space right between them.

“What—? A spatial technique?!” Lu Yi jerked back as if struck, his instincts screaming danger.

He shot backward, retreating thousands of feet before daring to stop. Only then did he glance toward the source of the attack.

When he saw who it was, his expression twisted in disbelief. His eyes burned, veins standing out on his forehead.

The newcomer was someone he knew all too well—one of the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace’s so-called heavenly prodigies.

“Ju Jingyan of Roaring River Martial City—colluding with the half-demon Lu Yi. A traitor deserves only death.”

Disguised as the cold, handsome genius from the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace, Jiang Chen’s words cut through the air like frost.

Before anyone could react, Ju Jingyan’s body crumbled apart, scattering into countless motes of light that vanished into the wind.

The jade slips and storage ring slipped neatly into Jiang Chen’s grasp.

[Ding! Plot alteration detected! You have taken one of Protagonist Lu Yi’s chances. Lu Yi’s Heavenly Fate Value has dropped by 3,000!]

[Ding! You have gained 6,000 Villain Value points!]

The system’s messages echoed through Jiang Chen’s mind.

Meanwhile, Lu Yi stood frozen, rage and disbelief twisting inside him. How can it be him?! Has the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace already sent reinforcements?

No… that’s impossible! I chased this bastard to the edge of death not long ago—how could he show up here, alone?

How many came this time? Could there be Nirvana Cleansing realm powerhouses among them?

The thought sent a chill down Lu Yi’s spine. He quickly spread out his divine sense, scanning every corner around him.

But deep down, he didn’t trust what he sensed anymore. Ever since he’d transmigrated into this world, his divine sense seemed useless—stronger cultivators slipped past it like ghosts. The thought alone made him want to tear his hair out.

Then—whoosh!

Five figures shot into the sky from somewhere nearby. Each one carried the powerful aura of a Nirvana Peering realm cultivator. Members of the Yang and Qiu Clans, drawn by the surge of power that had shaken the city moments earlier.

“Wait… isn’t that the prodigy from the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace?” one of the Yang Clan’s experts said, eyes wide with awe.

Yang Ying, the patriarch, squinted at the figure in midair, then nodded slowly. “Judging by that presence, it has to be him.” He frowned a moment later. “But… why have I never seen him before?”

“This must be someone the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace trained in secret,” a Yang Clan cultivator said. “They probably kept him hidden to protect him. Now that he’s strong enough, he’s come down the mountain to temper himself.”

“But if he’s really that important, why didn’t we hear anything about it?” Yang Ying muttered, frowning. “The Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace should’ve at least sent word… something doesn’t add up. I’d better confirm it.”

He pulled out a jade transmission token and quickly sent a message to their contacts in the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace.

Jiang Chen noticed, but didn’t bother to stop him.

Sooner or later, this fake identity would fall apart anyway—because the truth was simple. No such prodigy existed in the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace.

The lower ranks of the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace might be fooled by rumors, but the higher-ups definitely wouldn’t be.

Jiang Chen, of course, had already planned for the moment his fake identity got exposed.

Meanwhile, Lu Yi caught every word from Yang Ying and the others.

He didn’t question the identity Jiang Chen was using. Like the Yang Clan cultivators, he also thought this was a hidden prodigy—someone secretly trained by the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace and only now stepping into the world.

He spread his divine sense again, searching the area, but found nothing. Not a single other powerhouse from the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace.

Could it really be just him? he thought, uneasy. Or is my divine sense still too weak to find the others?

No matter. If he dares to show up, his allies can’t be far. I’ll kill him here and now!

Lu Yi’s killing intent burst out as he shot toward Jiang Chen like a streak of lightning.

“Do you think I’m still the same as before?” Jiang Chen said, his cold disguise unshaken.

A faint smirk crossed his lips. “Thanks to you, I’ve learned a lot—and broken through.”

A surge of power exploded from him, the aura of an Early-stage Nirvana Cleansing realm cultivator spreading across the sky.

Lu Yi’s eyes burned. “Breakthrough or not, you’re dying today!”

He clenched his teeth and swung his immortal blade down with all his strength.

The strike split the air with a deafening roar, a slash so powerful it seemed ready to tear the heavens apart.

The air exploded with power, swallowing the city in darkness. The sun and moon vanished behind the swirling chaos, as if the world teetered on the edge of the apocalypse.

A heartbeat later—boom! The shock tore through Roaring River Martial City, shaking mountains and splitting clouds.

Fiery red shockwaves rippled across the sky, tearing it open until the black expanse of the starry void showed through.

In the raging storm of energy, Lu Yi’s eyes burned like fire. His hair whipped wildly as he raised his blade high. “Die!”

Jiang Chen met him head-on. “You’re the one who’s dying, demon!”

With a sharp twist of his wrist, he brought up the disguised Silver Immortal Sword to block.

Clang!

The impact rang out like thunder, the clash so fierce that countless weapons across the city trembled in answer.

At the heart of the battlefield, Jiang Chen and Lu Yi’s weapons collided again and again, their hair whipping wildly in the storm of power.

Each clash sent out rings of energy that rolled across the sky like an endless tsunami, tearing through the city below.

Without the city’s defensive formations to shield them, countless cultivators were blasted away—many gravely injured, the weaker ones dying where they stood.

Jiang Chen let the shockwave hurl him backward, keeping up his flawless act. “Human-demon scum,” he shouted, his face twisted with fury. “You dare fight here without a shred of regard for innocent lives?”

He leveled his sword, eyes cold. “Today, I’ll cut you down myself!”

Lu Yi threw back his head and laughed. “Hahaha! I’m hated by humans and demons alike. The whole world stands against me—so what?”

His grin turned savage. “Even if I have to burn the world and crush the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star beneath my feet, so be it!”

“You…” Jiang Chen’s grip tightened on his sword, his arms trembling. He lowered his head slightly, hair falling over his eyes. “Completely heartless… utterly insane.”

“If the world won’t accept me, then what use is a heart?” Lu Yi snarled, raising his golden blade and striking at Jiang Chen.

“Hmph.” Jiang Chen let out a short breath and shot backward, vanishing from the city in an instant. He reappeared high above a barren mountain range, the air crackling around him.

“Die!” Lu Yi chased after him, his blade flashing down the moment Jiang Chen stopped.

Clang!

Jiang Chen twisted his wrist, his sword catching the blow. The collision sent another deafening shockwave through the air, shaking heaven and earth.

The mountains below were stripped bare, their surface shaved away as rocks and dust were hurled into the sky like drifting ash.

Their clash raged on, wind and energy tearing through the land, sky flashing with wild bursts of power that refused to die down.