The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

222: Why don’t you look back?”Hehe…” The black-robed leader, Antule, let out a low chuckle.

The laugh, muffled and distorted through the ghost mask, was full of mockery.

”I am naturally the leader of the Nine Burials God Clan (Antule). As for you saying Wang Qing is still in the Shiyuan Realm… what a huge joke!”

He took a small half-step forward, his feet hovering three inches above the ground, as if disdaining to touch the filth covering it.

His gaze from beneath the mask, like two ice-tempered blades, pierced directly at Hui Yan:

”Wang Qing is currently standing atop the city wall of Zhongyan Ancient Capital, overlooking this place as if it were a chessboard.”

”If you don’t believe me, why not turn around and take a look with your Divine Thought? See if I am exaggerating, or if you… have already become a turtle in a jar!”

When the name ”Antule” was spoken, the Qi around the other ancient gods beside Hui Yan showed extremely subtle fluctuations.

This name represented an extreme will in ancient records, but it had been dormant for countless eons; its appearance now signified a drastic change.

And the other party’s assertion about Wang Qing was even more earth-shattering!

Hui Yan’s heart constricted sharply upon hearing this! Almost without thinking, he whirled around!

His vast, ocean-like Divine Thought, with unprecedented speed and intensity, tore through the spatial distance and frantically spread towards the Zhongyan Ancient Capital!

In his Divine Thought perception, the scenery along the way rapidly receded: shattered mountains and rivers, congealed blood streams, mountains of corpses… these sights he had just considered ”natural landscapes.”

Now, they seemed to come alive, each corpse’s hollow eye socket seemingly mocking his belated realization.

His Divine Thought reached its extreme speed, finally seeing the outline of the majestic, silent Zhongyan Ancient Capital appear at the edge of his perception.

Immediately after.

His Divine Thought ”saw” clearly that upon the ancient city wall, symbolizing the Peak of power in the Land of the Other Shore.

A white-robed figure stood leaning against the railing, his robes gently fluttering in the breeze.

The person’s face was calm, his gaze distant, and he was accurately ”looking” in the direction his Divine Thought was probing!

If not Wang Qing, then who could it be?!

This ”sight” was like a Nine Heavens Profound Thunder exploding directly in the core of Hui Yan’s Sea of Consciousness!

”Boom…!”

An unprecedented chill, not from external sources, but exploding from the depths of his own Divine Soul Origin, spread instantly throughout his body, making even this ancient god, long immune to heat and cold, feel a coldness that almost froze his thoughts!

His magic robe, which could block everything, now felt like a mere illusion, with bone-chilling coldness penetrating his body.

The natural composure and aloof indifference he had displayed just moments ago, treading on mountains of corpses and seas of blood as if on flat ground, vanished completely at this moment, shattered more thoroughly than the bones beneath his feet.

His heart plummeted straight into a bottomless abyss; an emotion called ”fear,” after billions of years, once again seized his Dao Heart.

When did Wang Qing return?

Why was there not a single shred of news about such an earth-shattering event as his return to the Land of the Other Shore?

The chess pieces I painstakingly and secretly planted in the core of Zhongyan Ancient Capital!

Those deeply hidden moles… could they… all be dead?

Questions like venomous snakes gnawed at his thoughts.

He had always been confident in his information network, but now Wang Qing had appeared on the city wall, yet he was like a deaf and blind man, only knowing when his enemy pointed it out.

The only explanation, cold and cruel… the moles he had arranged had probably long been uprooted and thoroughly purged by Wang Qing!

All his movements might have already been under the other party’s surveillance!

At this moment, the wind on the Burial Heaven Mountain Peak, carrying the ten-thousand-year-old stench of blood, also stirred a barely perceptible cold sweat on Hui Yan’s forehead.

He froze in place, the composure he had shown earlier when crushing skulls gone, replaced by the shock of falling into a massive trap.

His gaze towards Antule and the four mysterious black-robed figures was filled with unprecedented solemnity and suspicion.

The Burial Heaven Mountain beneath his feet was no longer merely a target to be reached, but rather a… bloody trap meticulously prepared for him.

”Go…!”

Hui Yan almost hoarsely squeezed this word from deep within his throat.

It wasn’t a command, but more like a desperate wail driven by the instinct of immense crisis.

His previously placid state of mind was now like a cold pond into which a huge rock had been thrown, exploding into countless ripples of terror.

The other ancient gods had clearly not fully recovered from the earth-shattering news of ”Wang Qing’s appearance.”

But Hui Yan’s panicked tone was like a cold needle, piercing through their bewilderment.

The will to survive instantly overwhelmed all other thoughts; almost subconsciously, they frantically activated their Divine Power, tearing forward with both hands!

”Rip…!”

The gray Void Realm was forcibly torn open, revealing a blurry, distorted scene of the River of Time behind it.

That was the path they came from, and now it had become their only escape route.

Turbulent spatial and temporal currents emanated from the rift, making the robes of the ancient gods flap loudly.

They eagerly wanted to plunge into it, to escape this Burial Heaven Mountain that had instantly turned into a death trap.

However, just as their toes were about to touch the edge of the spatial rift… a scornful sneer, as if carrying ancient ice-coldness, drifted from the distant Zhongyan Ancient Capital.

It clearly echoed in the ears of every ancient god, and also in their wildly pounding hearts.

”Since you’ve come, don’t be in such a hurry to leave!”

Wang Qing’s voice was full of mockery, as if he wasn’t facing a conspiracy and confrontation capable of overturning the Land of the Other Shore.

Instead, he was teasing a few bewildered visitors who had stumbled into his backyard; his tone was chillingly relaxed.

As his voice fell, an irresistible, supreme power instantly enveloped this world.

The spatial rift that had just been torn open was like a canvas wiped clean by an invisible giant hand.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state, as smooth as if it had never been damaged.

Even the escaping spatial and temporal currents seemed to be instantly frozen and smoothed out, disappearing without a trace.

The hands of the ancient gods remained in the posture of tearing space, their expressions of urgent escape not yet faded, but already frozen.

Hope appeared suddenly, and was extinguished even more rapidly.

What shocked their Divine Souls even more was that Wang Qing’s figure, which had been clearly standing on the city wall of Zhongyan Ancient Capital, gazing into the distance, in the previous instant.

In the next instant, he had appeared without warning and silently at the edge of Burial Heaven Mountain.

He simply stood there casually, perfectly blocking behind Hui Yan and his group, cutting off all their retreat routes.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no spatial fluctuations, he simply took a step, yet traversed endless space.

This effortless, almost Dao-like manifestation itself was a silent deterrence.

Hui Yan spun around abruptly, seeing that familiar yet terrifying white-robed figure standing so close, his heart almost stopped beating.

Wang Qing’s calm, even playful smile, appeared more terrifying in his eyes than any hideous face.

He clearly felt that the flawless, transcendent Dao charm emanating from Wang Qing’s body was precisely the Dao Exhaustion Realm!

”He… he truly has stepped into Dao Exhaustion again…”

Hui Yan’s heart plummeted straight into a bottomless abyss, chilling to the bone.

Today, it was likely impossible to escape this calamity.

All his and Gu Cangyang’s schemes, all their ambitions, would seem so ridiculous and vulnerable before Wang Qing.

The Burial Heaven Mountain beneath his feet, with its piled-up corpses, now transformed into faces mocking him.

This was not a ladder to success at all, but clearly a magnificent tomb meticulously prepared for him.