The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Su Xiaobai's brows twitched.

Now what?

Above him, a pale figure floated, his sunken eyes blazing with a hatred so raw it could peel flesh. His green robes fluttered in the wind, his aura shaking like a teacup in an earthquake.

Su Xiaobai's lips curled into a slow, lazy smile. "Another idiot who thinks he matters."

Before he could utter another word, two more figures descended from the heavens.

One was a slab of meat shaped like a man, his veins bulging with golden qi like he'd been binge-lifting celestial weights. The other was slim and sharp, a swordsman whose very presence screamed, 'My sword is longer than yours!' His predatory eyes drifted to Yu Feng, gleaming with the kind of hunger that earned restraining orders.

The pale man screeched, his voice as shrill as a banshee's. "Kill him for me, Brother!"

"Consider it done." The brute's fist glowed with golden light, trembling with so much power it looked like he'd stuffed the sun in his hand.

The swordsman's cold gaze slid to Yu Feng. "Step aside, woman, or die with him. A noble swordsman doesn't sully his blade with weaklings."

"Humph!" Yu Feng sneered, "Big words for a man compensating with his sword. What happens when it goes limp under pressure?"

Hiss~!

The silence that followed wasn't just awkward—it was pure regret. The pale man shuffled his feet. Even the muscle-bound brute scratched his head, unsure whether to laugh or feel secondhand embarrassment.

The swordsman's face twisted like he'd bitten into sour plum, his grip on his hilt tightening. "You dare—!"

"Now, now," Su Xiaobai interjected, waving a hand lazily. "Let's not get into sword-measuring contests. We're already rated R as it is."

He turned to the sky, raising his voice in mock frustration. "Seriously, is this the best you've got? A muscle-head, a swordsman compensating for his lack of personality, and a pale ghost with family issues?" He sighed, shaking his head theatrically. "Where's the originality? Don't tell me the celestial scriptwriters are on strike again."

With a slow, deliberate shrug, he added, "I mean, I just finished last night's missionary work, and now these weeds pop out of nowhere? Tch, Talk about bad pacing!"

The pale man—Li Xianfei—roared, "QUIET! Enough of your nonsense! You killed my sons, you vile monster! I'll annihilate your filthy bloodline and erase your name from this world!"

Su Xiaobai tilted his head thoughtfully. "Killed your sons, huh? Refresh my memory. Did they cry? Beg? Or did they die so pathetically that even I forgot about it?"

Li Xianfei's face flushed, but before he could choke on his fury—

"BUDDHA'S PALM!"

The brute roared, his golden fist swelling to monstrous proportions, blotting out the sun. The sheer force of his descending strike cracked the air itself, sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.

Su Xiaobai yawned, patting imaginary dust off his sleeve. "Ah, yes. Another heaven-shaking attack doomed to fail spectacularly. I wonder what's next—dramatic dust clouds? Crater-sized ego?"

He sighed, letting his qi surge as his body hardened like polished jade — [Invincible body]

BOOM!

The golden palm smashed into the earth with divine force, leaving behind a crater so vast it looked like heaven itself had thrown a tantrum.

Dust shot into the air, blotting out the battlefield.

From the sidelines, the brute, Tang Zhen turned to Li Xianfei, his laughter loud and obnoxious. "Brother Li, did you see that? He's gone! We didn't even need to try!"

Then—

"Ah?"

The brute froze mid-laugh, his eyes bulging as he craned his neck downward. Behind him floated Yu Feng, her spear buried deep in his back. Her gaze was as cold and merciless as winter's breath.

"Fools like you are all the same—loud, stupid, and easily killed," she muttered, twisting the spear without ceremony.

Puchi!

Blood sprayed in an arc, painting the battlefield crimson. Tang Zhen's heart exploded like an overripe melon under a hammer.

Thud!

The hulking brute crashed to the ground, his golden aura flickering out like a dying candle.

"Su Xiaobai!" Yu Feng ignored the dead Tang Zhen, focusing on the dust cloud, her voice tinged with panic. "You better not be dead!"

Cough!—

A shadow emerged from the dust cloud.

Su Xiaobai stepped out, completely unharmed, brushing his robes as though he'd just escaped a mildly annoying rainstorm.

"—Sup," he said nonchalantly, as if the crater behind him wasn't even worth mentioning. "Did someone call for me? Oh, and good job with the big guy. Very stabby. Love the execution."

Yu Feng's eye twitched before she broke into soft laughter—melodic yet genuine. "You're… you're fine? How? What are you made of, cockroaches and bad luck~?"

"High-grade villain material," he replied with a wink. "Also, I ducked. Works every time."

Inwardly, Su Xiaobai's thoughts churned. 'So, she's not Core Formation... She's Nascent Soul, and at least mid-stage, too. No wonder she crushed that muscle-head like he was a paper doll.'

His gaze flicked to the battlefield, masking his relief. If she hadn't revealed her strength, he might've been forced to run. Three Nascent Souls, two at peak? Forget heroics—he'd have bolted faster than Tang's Buddha Palm. But this woman?

He suppressed a smirk. She's been hiding an entire card deck. And to think, he faked getting struck by that palm just to see her reaction. What else is she hiding?

"Quick! Restrain her!" shouted the pale man—Li Xianfei—as he gestured toward Yu Feng like a flustered old nanny.

Li Xianfei's aura blasted, his early Nascent Soul energy rippling wildly. His face twisted in rage, barely holding back the humiliation of seeing Tang Zhen flattened like a bug.

Fang Yuecheng, the sword cultivator, snorted, his peak Nascent Soul aura surging as he charged forward, his sword glowing with ominous light.

Clink!

Yu Feng's dark spear intercepted his strike, the clash of weapons sending sparks flying.

"Girl," Fang Yuecheng sneered, "Give up now, and maybe I'll let you die with your face intact. Your death will atone for killing Brother Tang!"

Yu Feng's spear spun in a deadly arc as she blocked his next strike, her eyes glinting with icy amusement. "Keep dreaming."

Su Xiaobai leaned against a nearby rock, yawning theatrically. "You've got this, Yu Feng. Looks like you two have some unresolved beef anyway. Don't let me get in the way."

Yu Feng shot him a sharp glare but didn't respond, her attention snapping back to Fang Yuecheng as his blade descended.

"Focus, sweetheart," Fang Yuecheng growled, his voice dripping with venom.

Before Yu Feng could retort, a dagger zipped through the air, nicking her cheek.

Fang Yuecheng smirked, the dagger's hilt gripped between his teeth like some deranged circus act.

"You're all filth," Yu Feng spat, her grip tightening on her spear.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai's lazy grin widened as he turned his gaze to Li Xianfei. "Hey, grandpa, you look like you're about to pop a vein. Relax! I'll send you to meet your sons soon enough. Family reunion, yay!"

Li Xianfei's face darkened, his early Nascent Soul aura surging as he roared, "I'll kill you!"

He launched himself at Su Xiaobai like a deranged rocket, his hand glowing with deadly qi.

"Ah, great. Another fool in a hurry to die." Su Xiaobai unsheathed his new weapon—a crimson blade that roared to life, fire crackling along its edge like an angry beast.

WHOOSH!

With one slash, a wave of flames surged forth, engulfing the entire area in a fiery inferno.

Li Xianfei stumbled back, his robes singed, his dignity even more so. "You little—"

"Oh, don't cry," Su Xiaobai taunted. "Did I burn your favorite pajamas, old man?"

"Enough!" Li Xianfei charged again.

Su Xiaobai sighed, shaking his head. "For all that screaming, I thought you'd be peak-Nascent Soul like your two dead buddies. But early stage? Really? Did you chug expired pills or what?"

Li Xianfei's next strike fizzled as Su Xiaobai's sword flared again, forcing him back.

Meanwhile, Yu Feng's battle reached its peak. She drove Fang Yuecheng back with a brutal spear thrust, her movements fluid and lethal. Despite her focus, she couldn't help noticing Su Xiaobai smirking at her. Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

"She's terrifying. Better not nudge her too much in the future—what if she decides to skewer me like that golden idiot?" Su Xiaobai muttered, watching as her aura shifted. It was darker now, seething with an ominous energy.

"Yup, definitely not aligned with the righteous path," he muttered, realization dawning. No wonder she hid her cultivation. The Xiantian Sect would never accept a heretic cultivator like her.

His thoughts were interrupted by the city behind him erupting in flames. Screams echoed as buildings crumbled under stray attacks.

"Fool! Don't burn down the whole city!" Yu Feng yelled, glaring at him.

Su Xiaobai glanced at his sword, which was spitting flames like a starving beast. "Ah, crap."

He watched the fire spread, leveling a whole block in seconds. "Guess that's on me."

Behind him, Yunnan City spiraled into a glorious shitstorm. A'Jin, the long-legged vixen with a knack for "negotiating" city protection, was nowhere to be found—probably off shaking her assets somewhere else, thanks to Su Xiaobai's hard work.

Without her, Yunnan City was left to burn—like a drunken gambler's last paycheck in a rigged game.