Do You Want Me To Be The Villain Like That?? Open Your Eyes And See

Chapter 90: The War Begins

( Tian Lin change to Tian Lian )

The thunderous sound of explosions echoed across the battlefield, with fragments of bodies scattered in the aftermath of the terrifying bursts of light. Countless people were thrown to the ground by the immense shockwaves and tremors. Before anyone could react, the somber and powerful sound of music filled the battlefield. This was no ordinary melody—it carried spiritual energy so intense that it crushed the hearts of the Immortal Emperors and others present, causing many to collapse. Even the strongest among them could barely stand.

Wen Jie, the 112th patriarch of the Wen Immortal Emperor Clan, immediately sought out the source of the music. Clenching his teeth, he shot toward the origin of the sound, determined to kill whoever was responsible. But before he could advance, a massive jade wave blocked his path.

"Get out of my way, or don't blame me for forgetting the past and being ruthless!" Wen Jie roared, his face filled with fury.

Mu Ling, the elder of Jade Peak, appeared with a mocking smile. "So arrogant... When you were still second to me, you never spoke like this," she said coldly.

Wen Jie chuckled lightly before retorting, "But now I've surpassed you. Don't you know that?"

As soon as Wen Jie finished speaking, the two clashed instantly. Wen Jie's Wind Law collided with Mu Ling's Jade Law, sending massive waves of power rippling across the battlefield. Wen Jie's wind conjured a gigantic cyclone, spinning toward Mu Ling with ferocious speed, like wolves hunting prey.

But Mu Ling remained unflustered. She smiled faintly before unleashing her jade power, forming a colossal figure of a mounted warrior clad in armor and wielding a sharp spear. The energy of the jade made the surrounding area tremble. Wen Jie froze in shock, shouting, "What... Where did you get this technique? I've never seen you use anything like this before!"

Mu Ling didn't respond. Instead, she launched her attack. The massive jade cavalryman swung its spear at Wen Jie with precision and speed. Wen Jie regained his composure in an instant, using his wind power to create razor-sharp blades to counter the strike. The collision between the Wind and Jade Laws caused the battlefield to quake with violent, overwhelming force.

Both sides were relentless. Mu Ling attacked with icy calm, while Wen Jie responded with brutal and precise strikes. They clashed over and over, wind blades and jade spears flying toward each other like storms. But Mu Ling, with her superior strength and skill, managed to narrowly evade Wen Jie's final blow before conjuring millions of jade swords, sending Wen Jie flying backward.

Regaining his balance, Wen Jie launched another attack, summoning a massive whirlwind that spiraled toward Mu Ling with immense speed. "Do you really think you can defeat me with your fragile jade, Mu Ling?" he shouted as his cyclone surged forward at full force.

Mu Ling calmly watched the whirlwind hurtling toward her. She raised her hand, summoning more jade. Ten giant jade warriors materialized, each mounted on armored horses, wielding sharp swords. The energy of the jade was solid and unyielding, like a towering mountain.

Boom!

Wen Jie's whirlwind collided with the jade warriors, the sound of the impact reverberating across the battlefield. The jade warriors thrust their swords into the heart of the cyclone with tremendous force, shattering it before Wen Jie's eyes.

"I've always been above you," Mu Ling stated coldly, not even bothering to smile.

Wen Jie gritted his teeth and gathered his wind power once more, forming a colossal tornado. Thousands of wind blades spun violently within the cyclone, all aimed at breaking through the jade warriors' sturdy defenses.

"How long do you think your jade can protect you, Mu Ling?" Wen Jie shouted as he charged forward alongside his wind blades.

But Mu Ling remained unshaken. She waved her hand, and the jade warriors raised a massive shield, blocking the incoming wind blades. Each blade that touched the jade shield shattered instantly, but the continuous onslaught of wind power caused the jade warriors to stagger slightly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of the relentless clash echoed across the battlefield. Neither side was willing to back down. Though Wen Jie had the advantage of speed, the strength of Mu Ling's jade proved difficult to overcome.

"After tens of thousands of years, you've made no progress. In fact, you've grown weaker," Mu Ling remarked coldly before activating another technique. Her jade warriors raised their swords high, swinging them down with full force. The sound of the blades slicing through the air was deafening, creating a powerful shockwave that obliterated all of Wen Jie's wind blades in an instant.

Sensing the impending danger, Wen Jie quickly summoned another massive cyclone to shield himself. But the jade swords easily pierced through the cyclone, shattering the once-powerful winds before Wen Jie's eyes.

"This is impossible!" Wen Jie cried out in disbelief.

Before the jade swords could strike Wen Jie directly, he leaped backward, trying to avoid the full impact. However, he wasn't fast enough—one of the jade swords sliced through his arm, severing it completely. Blood gushed from the wound immediately.

"You've won... But I have one final request: Please take care of my son," Wen Jie said bitterly. Despite his severe injury, he remained calm.

Mu Ling sighed softly before dispersing her jade power. The jade warriors vanished. "I never wanted to kill you," she said quietly as a jade sword swiftly decapitated Wen Jie.

His headless body collapsed to the ground. He had lost once again, but this time it was for the last time. Mu Ling stood in the midst of the chaotic battlefield before charging into the fray, ready to take down her next opponent.

In the midst of a battlefield filled with the sounds of intense combat and clashing energies, one duel stood out above all others: the clash between two swordmasters, Tian Lian, the 10th Patriarch of the Sacred Immortal Sword Emperor Land, and Chang Ming, the Lord of the Sword Peak from the Fallen Blood Heaven Sect.

Amidst the ruins and the cries of the fallen, the blades of the two warriors sliced through the air at speeds far beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals. Chang Ming wielded the Law of the Sword with a combination of overwhelming power, speed, and precision, while Tian Lian, a seasoned warrior with millions of years of experience, fought with calm yet deadly strikes. Every move Tian Lian made was infused with a serene deadliness, each sword stroke sharp and deliberate.

The two clashed in tens of thousands of exchanges, their swordplay creating blinding flashes of light that illuminated the battlefield. Each strike echoed with a thunderous sound, and the energy from their Sword Laws summoned whirlwinds that spiraled into the sky, darkening the heavens and causing black clouds to swirl overhead.

The continuous clash of their swords reverberated throughout the field. Both the forces of the Fallen Blood Heaven Sect and the opposing armies halted in awe, mesmerized by the beauty and mastery of the duel.

Chang Ming increased the speed of his attacks, each swing of his sword fast and precise, aiming to cleave Tian Lian in two. Yet Tian Lian deftly evaded every strike, countering with unmatched grace, using his profound and unique Sword Law.

"Do you really think you can kill me so easily, little kid?" Tian Lian spoke calmly, his blade grazing Chang Ming's face by mere inches, yet carrying the power to end his life in an instant.

Chang Ming said nothing, focusing instead on increasing both the strength and speed of his strikes. His sword grew heavier, more ferocious with every blow. But Tian Lian remained composed, blocking each strike effortlessly and retaliating with superior speed.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of swords clashing echoed across the battlefield as the two fighters leaped apart, both panting from the intensity of their duel. Neither showed any sign of retreat. Chang Ming allowed a faint smile to creep onto his face. "You are indeed a worthy opponent," he said, though a hint of fatigue showed in his eyes.

Tian Lian smiled in return but said nothing, merely raising his sword in a defensive stance, knowing that the fight was far from over.

Suddenly, Chang Ming charged forward at blinding speed, slashing down with all the strength he could muster. Tian Lian parried the blow and gracefully twisted his sword in a counterattack, seeking an opening. But in a split second, Chang Ming adjusted his stance and slashed at Tian Lian's side.

Slash!

Tian Lian felt the sharp edge of Chang Ming's blade slice into his skin, but he managed to dodge just in time, suffering only a minor cut. He smiled. "That was close."

Chang Ming exhaled with relief. The two warriors exchanged a glance, slowly stepping back from one another. They both knew there would be no clear victor in this battle, but suddenly, their spiritual auras surged violently.

In the tense atmosphere, Tian Lian gazed at Chang Ming with cold determination, while Chang Ming, far from intimidated, smirked mockingly. Amidst the chaotic sounds of the battlefield, the two laughed aloud as though reveling in the duel.

"Let's end this, little kid!" Tian Lian declared in a commanding voice, tightening his grip on his sword.

Chang Ming grinned with confidence. "I'll chop those grey hairs right off your head!!"

Tian Lian laughed heartily. "Then I'll knock out your baby teeth!"

The two faced each other with deadly seriousness, the pressure of their sword auras spreading across the battlefield. Without wasting another moment, they charged at each other again, faster than ever before.

"One Sword for All Things!" Tian Lian's voice boomed as he unleashed a lightning-fast, precise strike, a blow that seemed capable of cleaving through anything in its path.

"Heaven-Splitting Sword!" Chang Ming shouted in response, sending out a devastating sword wave that sliced through the sky like a ray of destruction. The two attacks collided in midair.

Boom! The clash of their sword techniques created a massive shockwave, sending debris flying in all directions. The power released from their strikes caused a storm of dust and stone to erupt, turning the battlefield into a chaotic whirlwind.

Both fighters recognized that their attacks had ended in a stalemate, with neither gaining the upper hand. Undeterred, they charged at each other again, this time aiming to end the fight with a single, decisive strike.

Chang Ming and Tian Lian raised their swords simultaneously, each aiming to deliver a fatal blow. They shouted in unison, "This sword will decide everything!"

Suddenly, the sharp sound of metal slicing through flesh rang out. The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as both warriors stood still.

The scene that unfolded was shocking: Tian Lian had lost one of his arms to Chang Ming's attack, but Chang Ming's condition was far worse. His body had been brutally severed in half, his upper and lower halves slowly separating, with blood spurting out in all directions. The battlefield bore witness to the brutal yet awe-inspiring clash between these two swordmasters.

Tian Lian stood in silence, staring at his severed arm before turning his gaze to the lifeless body of Chang Ming, which was crumpling to the ground.

"Amazing, truly amazing, boy..." he muttered softly, his eyes filled with respect and a tinge of regret. But suddenly, an ominous aura surged from behind him. Spinning around, Tian Lian swung his sword to strike, but his remaining arm was severed instantly before he could retaliate.

At that moment, Zi Hao, the Holy Son of the Sacred Immortal Sword Emperor Land, appeared, stepping in to save Tian Lian. He spoke confidently, "I'll be your opponent now, little girl."