I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 1415: 1414: Only Killing, Fighting Black Jiao

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1414: Only Killing, Fighting Black Jiao

“Guess, putting Ghost Saint Heir and Zhang Hengzhi together,

was it just a coincidence?

Or was it deliberate?”

Xu Zii asked.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Xian replied uncertainly, “It should be a coincidence, right.

This is the Chaos Fire Realm tournant, no one would dare to cheat so brazenly.”

“In this world, as long as interests are sufficient,

anything can break the baseline,” Xu Zii shook his head and smiled.

“If Zhang Hengzhi dies, do you think the Ghost Saint Heir should be killed?” Xu Zii asked.

“He should, right?” Shangguan Xian hesitantly responded.

Zhang Hengzhi is a decent person; although our ti together has been short, he’s almost like half a friend.

“Then what about the judge who arranged Zhang Hengzhi with Ghost Saint Heir? Should they be killed?” Xu Zii asked again.

“And what about the person behind the scenes who bribed the judge? Should they be killed?”

Xu Zii asked several questions in succession.

Shangguan Xian didn’t know how to answer.

Killing is not right, not killing doesn’t feel right either.

To kill would contradict the counsel she’s just given Xu Zii.

If not to kill, does Zhang Hengzhi’s death go in vain?

Shangguan Xian was torn.

And on the ring, Zhang Hengzhi was indeed already covered in wounds, gravely injured.

The Ghost Saint Heir practiced a ghost attribute cultivation technique.

Whenever he struck, Yin souls hovered, and death energy lurked.

It was as if thousands of Yin souls surrounded him.

The people standing outside the ring could feel that chilling aura.

Zhang Hengzhi, on the other hand, was filled with sword qi.

He commanded the sword with qi, his qi reaching to the heavens, thus his sword could conquer the heavens.

Unfortunately, his strength was slightly lacking.

Because the Ghost Saint Heir was already at the second realm of the Great Emperor, Refining Void.

While Zhang Hengzhi was still struggling in the Divine Vein Realm.

It could be said, they were entirely not on the sa level.

The Ghost Saint Heir could even kill Zhang Hengzhi with a single strike.

But unfortunately, he was not in a rush to end the battle, only toying with Zhang Hengzhi.

“Sword Approaching the Void,” Zhang Hengzhi shouted.

Again, a sword cleaved forth from the void.

The Ghost Saint Heir reached with his right hand, and the mighty sword intent was crushed in his palm.

“Soone paid a huge price for your life,” the silhouette of the Ghost Saint Heir overlapped with countless ghostly shadows.

In an instant, he appeared before Zhang Hengzhi.

With one hand grabbing his collar, he laughed sinisterly.

“I don’t lack that bit of money, but I enjoy tornting people.

Especially my opponents; that feeling of dying in tornt is exhilarating.”

Zhang Hengzhi was already covered in blood, struggling even to speak.

Only the raucous laughter of the Ghost Saint Heir could be heard.

With one hand he gripped Zhang Hengzhi, the other transford into a fist, repeatedly pounding his chest.

With the sound of pounding,

blood and flesh were a blur.

Even so couldn’t bear to watch, turning their heads away.

Eventually, the Ghost Saint Heir no longer recalled how many punches he had thrown.

Seemingly a bit exhausted.

His right fist surged with Spiritual Energy, a lethal punch sent Zhang Hengzhi flying away.

…

“At this mont, let’s not discuss this.

Let’s go see Sect Master Zhang first,” Shangguan Xian finally replied.

Xu Zii did not insist.

In this world, if there were no constraints, then most of humanity would be inherently evil.

Many people imagine this world to be too beautiful.

The two ca to Zhang Hengzhi.

At this ti, Zhang Hengzhi lay in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.

Even his last breaths seed to fade.

Liu Huohuo stood dumbfounded.

The disciples of the Heavenly Being Immortal Sect surrounded his body, weeping bitterly.

“If you want your Sect Master to live, step aside,” Xu Zii waved his hand and said.

Pulling aside several sobbing young boys and girls.

Shangguan Xian first checked Zhang Hengzhi’s injuries.

Finally, there was only one conclusion.

“Unless there are defying the heavens pills, he cannot be saved.”

“You see, compared to your kindness,

your abilities are pitiably lacking,” Xu Zii replied.

He grasped Zhang Hengzhi’s wrist, healing him with Life Energy.

Xu Zii himself owned the Tree of Life.

Moreover, he had inherited from the Wood God Ju Mang.

In the healing domain, as long as the person hasn’t truly died, and their Yin Soul hasn’t entered the Netherworld Realm,

he can save them.

As Life Energy surged in, Zhang Hengzhi slowly gained consciousness.

“Take care of the Heavenly Being Immortal Sect for ,” Zhang Hengzhi muttered in his comatose state.

On the brink of death, his main concern was still his sect.

And those disciples who had yet to mature.

Several disciples cried until their voices failed.

“It’s still better if you take care of it yourself,” Xu Zii said.

Gradually, Zhang Hengzhi’s breathing steadied.

Xu Zii stood up and said, “Let him rest quietly for a while, don’t disturb him.”

After Xu Zii spoke, his gaze turned toward the Ghost Saint Heir on the ring.

The opponent was walking down from the platform with a look of enjoynt.

“Sect Master Zhang, will he be okay?” Shangguan Xian asked.

“Rest and he will be fine, the wounds will not heal quickly.

But his life is saved,” Xu Zii said.

He appeared very calm, as if doing a trivial task.

“Thank you,” Shangguan Xian said.

“I’m thanking you on behalf of those Heavenly Being Immortal Sect disciples.”

Xu Zii nodded slightly.

“How about we discuss sothing?” Shangguan Xian asked.

“What?”

“In the upcoming matches, no matter which of us encounters the Ghost Saint Heir first,

he must be killed,” Shangguan Xian said earnestly.

“Why, have you beco so bloodthirsty?”

Xu Zii laughed, “Caught it from ?”

“You are right, so things can only be resolved by killing,” Shangguan Xian replied.

Her gaze deep, her tone’s killing intent rivaling Xu Zii’s.

…

After waiting a while,

Xu Zii’s opponent appeared, a young man nad Black Jiao.

The robes on Black Jiao were made of crocodile skin, his long slanted bangs,

covered half of his face.

The exposed eye seed to gather substantial killing intent.

In each hand, he held a throwing knife.

He deftly manipulated them, the speed at which the knives spun in his hands was too fast to see.

“It’s Black Jiao,” soone recognized him.

But there were those who didn’t know him.

So they asked, “Who is this?”

“In fact, before the competition started, I hadn’t heard his na either.

But I heard in the match yesterday,

his opponent was a talented disciple ranked fiftieth on the Ten Thousand Fire List.

Didn’t last even one move against him,

ended up being chopped into pieces.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd knew he was another formidable character.

With each knife draw ca death, never an extra move.

…

With the referee’s sentence, “Match begins,” Black Jiao’s figure had vanished into the void.

His speed was astonishing.

Even the spectators below couldn’t catch sight of him, he was already behind Xu Zii.

The knife was directly slashing towards the neck.

With a “bang”, Xu Zii extended two fingers, directly pinching the small knife.

Black Jiao’s originally sharp eyes beca even more fierce and glaring.