Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

"You think you can stop my Blood Demon Seal with just Nightmare Power? That's wishful thinking!"

Xue Wenyuan's eyes were full of mockery, and then he shouted:

"Break it!"

The crimson light of the Blood Demon Seal surged once more, and the terrifying pressure instantly crushed the dark golden hand.

"Be careful," Chu Yanxi said hurriedly.

But it was too late; the Blood Demon Seal descended with the force of thunder.

Even she was affected.

The pressure, like a mountain, suddenly dropped, and the bloodthirsty aura swept in like a tsunami.

Qin Huaiyu's dark gold color intensified, yet even so, the terrifying pressure still caused his entire body to crackle and pop.

His legs were bent and trembling involuntarily.

Meanwhile, the malevolent energy was also restlessly eroding the Nightmare Power shield.

"This ancient artifact is indeed powerful; it can suppress me so much."

He gritted his teeth and held on, his chest heaving rapidly like a bellows, his heavy breathing accompanied by blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

"How are you feeling, kid? The stinging pain all over your body isn't pleasant, is it?"

Xue Wenyuan's face grew even more sinister.

"It'll feel better to wait until your skin and bones are crushed. I've heard that people stay conscious for a while after they die. How would you feel if you watched yourself rot away bit by bit then?"

"Ha ha"

"Oh, right."

He turned his head to look at Chu Yanxi and continued:

"And you, Princess, with your illustrious family background and such beauty, you shouldn't have met such an end, but you chose to seek your own death. It's truly a pity."

Chu Yanxi frowned, her body surging with white light as she resisted the Blood Demon Seal.

She didn't answer, but looked to the side, and in that one glance, her pupils suddenly brightened.

The light emanating from Qin Huaiyu, influenced by the blood demon, not diminished but increased, like the rising sun at dawn.

His hunched body resembled a resilient bamboo slowly straightening up.

Seemingly sensing the unusual look in Chu Yanxi's eyes, Xue Wenyuan turned back suspiciously.

In an instant, his heart skipped a beat, his pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"How is that possible? How could you possibly still have the energy left!"

"Town, town, give me a town!"

He was extremely anxious and quickly mobilized his nightmare power.

As the power of nightmare was injected, the light of the Blood Demon Seal rose higher and higher, and the bloodthirsty energy became even more turbulent.

However, the imprinted image remains as tall and enduring as an ancient monument.

"You think you can kill me with this little strength? You're incredibly arrogant."

Qin Huaiyu spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted:

"Secret Technique, Dharma Body!"

As the words fell, a dark golden light gathered behind him.

A moment later, a giant, dragging the Blood Demon Seal, rose from the ground.

"This is... a Dharma Image! How could this be? How could you possess such a high-level secret technique!" Xue Wenyuan exclaimed.

Chu Yanxi withdrew her Nightmare Power and looked at the enormous dark gold figure with great surprise.

She knew the origin of such secret techniques. Regardless of their rarity, how could a single realm condense a Dharma image into this?

The path of mutual connection requires sufficient nightmarish power, and the cultivation process is extremely taxing on one's spiritual energy. Bones and meridians must be complete to take shape; otherwise, they will all be destroyed.

Those who master this technique are generally people with great perseverance, and they cannot lack divine sense, comprehension, and magical power.

Of course, it is also possible to achieve this by borrowing external forces, such as the monks of Wuliang Mountain, who can only condense their Dharma form through the Bodhi tree. However, this is much weaker than condensing it themselves, since the Dao is not something one can comprehend, the nightmare is not something one can possess, and the same is true for gods.

His Dharma form is solid and powerful, clearly incomparable to those that rely on external forces.

This guy is becoming increasingly unpredictable; his talent is probably even greater than mine.

Even Chu Yanxi, a woman favored by heaven, couldn't help but admire him at this moment.

As the Blood Demon Seal left, Qin Huaiyu felt a sudden reduction in pressure, and he felt incredibly relaxed.

"Phew," he let out a long sigh of relief.

He wouldn't let such a golden opportunity slip by.

As the dragon stepped out, its dark golden shadow arrived with overwhelming pressure.

Xue Wenyuan had just come to his senses when the person was already in front of him.

Before he could react, Qin Huaiyu's dark golden hand reached out and grabbed his throat.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of suffocation washed over me.

"Tell me, where did you take the villagers you arrested?" Qin Huaiyu asked, loosening his grip slightly.

"Cough, cough"

Xue Wenyuan's bruises from suffocation had subsided somewhat, and he looked at Qin Huaiyu as if he were a monster.

"One realm, one realm... I actually lost!"

Qin Huaiyu frowned. "Answer my question, or die."

"We lost, we lost, haha!"

Xue Wenyuan was somewhat delirious, and sneered:

"Die? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? You think I'll live just because you say so?"

"What do you mean?"

Xue Wenyuan, as if he had lost his mind, said:

"I told you, they won't let me go, and of course they won't let you go either. No matter how powerful you are, you'll end up like me, hahaha!"

Sure enough, there's someone behind this!

Qin Huaiyu frowned even more deeply and asked:

"who are they?"

Xue Wenyuan stared at Qin Huaiyu and said:

"You killed nearly a hundred of my Black Cloud Stronghold members, and now you think you can get information from me? Dream on!"

Damn, to be honest, this rotten guy has quite a bit of backbone. Even at this point, he still won't admit it.

Qin Huaiyu hardened his grip and increased the force in his hand.

"If you won't talk, then die right now!"

Xue Wenyuan immediately felt short of breath, and the veins on his face bulged.

"Kill me... and your companions will die too."

companion?

Qin Huaiyu was suspicious, so he immediately relaxed his grip and said: