The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng was somewhat surprised, not expecting Luo Benmo to suddenly say so much in one breath. He couldn't help but say, "Sister, just because I'm given the leadership position doesn't mean it's no longer yours. Uncle Lone Wolf, Uncle Iron Bull, and the others all listen to you."

Luo Benmo wiped his eyes and buried his face in his knees: "In a den of villains, we must listen to the leader. My rules cannot be broken."

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Luo Benmo's explosive words.

"Your sister is nothing, just a born villain, a bandit, unlike those people who dress so well and are so beautiful, like princesses. I'm short, small, and flat-chested. You'll get tired of me sooner or later, so why don't you just leave me alone now!"

She spoke and cried, her emotions venting like a flood.

She's been holding it in for so long.

Although both are villains, Luo Benmo was born with bad luck, a born villain who has never done anything good. Among all the villains so far, only Wen Shihan and Su Murong have backgrounds comparable to hers.

But those two, one later became the leader of the righteous path, and the other later absorbed the popularity of the world, while she, Luo Benmo, was a bandit from beginning to end.

Yang Pingsheng went up and took Luo Benmo's hand, forcibly cupping her face in his hands as he looked at her tearful appearance.

He suddenly laughed.

He knew his older sister was just throwing a tantrum. Her intuition was always right. If she really sensed that he was going to abandon her again, then crying now wouldn't solve the problem.

He suddenly remembered that from the moment he met Luo Benmo, he had been captivated by her mature aura and completely forgot that she was just a young girl.

From abandoned villages to mountain valleys, and then to the city lord.

She walked by alone, and everyone bowed down to her as if it were their due, completely forgetting that she was just a little girl.

When Xiao Qitian questioned the meaning of fate amidst his inner demons, Luo Benmo could only bear the infamy imposed upon him by others and continue on his path.

Everyone in this world has their own destiny, and regardless of good or evil, everyone walks their own path. Ordinary people, heroes, valiant figures, and tyrants—all are trapped in the cage of fate. Some are panicked, some are unwilling, and some want to struggle. Everyone is going around in circles in this circle, questioning the meaning of fate.

Heaven and earth bestow destiny upon each person; from birth, one is endowed with innate talents and a divine mandate. Heaven gave Luo Benmo such talents, but also the fate of a villain.

Born with a celestial body, possessing dual spiritual roots, and a master of the blood spiritual root, he embarks on a path of devouring the spiritual roots of others, from which there is no turning back.

Luo Benmo was like this, and this was how it should have been; her final fate was to die in that empty room.

However, for some reason, her fate was changed.

She destroyed the spiritual root of Liu Mazi that she had devoured, cultivated her own lightning spiritual root, and combined it with her blood spiritual root to forge her own path.

She wasn't as clever as Zhiyuan, nor as resentful as Xiao Qitian; she carried the burden of being a villain, and step by step, she got to where she is now.

But she was still afraid.

She feared that her younger brother would see her the same way. She had already let go of the loneliness of the past hundred years, but she could not bear to be abandoned like that again.

She was nervous and afraid, but her intuition never wavered in its belief in Yang Pingsheng, and Yang Pingsheng truly did not let her down; he never again considered abandoning her.

But she still wanted to hear, wanted to hear Yang Pingsheng speak for himself. Through her tear-filled eyes, his figure came into view. She stubbornly struggled for a moment, then said, "What's so funny? Is it that funny? I know, as the older sister..."

"I've always done a good job."

Before Luo Benmo could continue speaking, Yang Pingsheng smiled and wiped away her tears, holding her hands and saying, "You did very well, sister. You've always done very well."

What she does is never bad.

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All the immortals saw was a small figure appear between the tribulation clouds and the town below.

Compared to those strange mythical beasts and immortals who could move mountains and fill seas with a wave of their hand, her figure was so small.

However, above the clouds of tribulation, no one dared to underestimate her.

"This is!!" Qiongqi's pupils shrank in disbelief.

"The aura of the truth..." Dionysus swallowed hard. Having faced Robin Mo's power head-on, he couldn't even imagine how terrifying her truth must be.

Heaven showed no mercy, and the Weaver Girl and her mother watched with bated breath.

Ling Tianxin, who was entangled with Song Panning's grand formation through the palm world of the Guardian Heaven Sect, saw this scene and let out a long sigh.

“I have done my best to avoid it. No matter what, I have instructed them to avoid fighting with Luo Benmo. Even if they have to fight, they should only protect themselves. This arrangement is to prevent the other party from understanding the truth.”

A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she muttered under her breath, "Those idiots from the Heroes' Alliance."

One by one, lightning orbs appeared around the silver-haired girl.

Her body seemed to melt into the lightning, and then, linked by hundreds of lightning balls, it formed a sea of ​​lightning.

Below, above, immortals, and mortals alike watched with bated breath.

Looking at this tiny figure, it casts a huge shadow.

"sister........"

Yang Pingsheng looked up from below and suddenly remembered his second life.

That day, amidst thunder and rain, Luo Benmo stood on the high platform, holding Liu Mazi's head high.

The bandits below the stage were celebrating wildly, while she stood quietly alone on the stage.

The lightning illuminated her figure, which appeared incredibly tall from below the stage.

At that time, Yang Pingsheng thought to himself, "So even a short person can project a huge shadow."

But her image back then only shone on the den of villains, on those bandits, and on those who followed her rules.

Now, that figure looms over the capital, indiscriminately affecting people of all social classes.

Boom boom boom!

Thousands of streams of light surged down and collided with the sea of ​​thunder.

Heaven and earth trembled, the earth shook, and the aura of annihilation scattered in all directions, but not a single trace landed on the capital city.

"How could the truth of a true immortal possibly contend with the calamities of Heaven?!" a royal celestial being exclaimed in surprise.

"What is the truth? The lightning spirit root is the most destructive spirit root. In terms of defense, it is far inferior to the earth spirit root, yang spirit root, and water spirit root. This is the first time I have ever seen a protective shield made of lightning spirit energy!" Taotie roared in a low voice.

These mythical beasts have lived for a long time and have a deep understanding of some hidden knowledge about human spiritual roots.

In the capital, lightning pierced the fog. Xu Weibang looked up and a flicker of shock appeared in the eyes of the expressionless emperor: "Luo Benmo...?"

On the deserted street, Xiao Qitian's remnant soul rested.

The calamity destroyed his soul, and even the Blood Calamity Rebirth Technique was useless.

When the body dies and the Dao dissipates, that's it. What remains now is just a wisp of his soul.

He looked up at the thunder roaring above and used the Knowing Fate Technique one last time.

"So, he's just born with a villainous fate..."

He suddenly wanted to cry, but a remnant soul cannot cry.

At that moment, he was deeply moved.

"Born to be a villain, yet he protected the entire city."

He stretched out his hand: "How is this possible? How is this possible!?"

Oh, fate.

Fate determines wealth and status, one's destiny, and one's innate talents.

Luo Benmo has the personality of a villain; she cannot and should not protect all the people in the city.

But it did happen.

The one whom Lingfeizi declared a demon, the one whom Zhiyuan declared a born villain.

She actually did it!

At the fortune-telling stall.

"A born villain, destined for great success or great failure, is either double-pupiled or silver-haired."

Zhiyuan smiled and said to Luo Benmo's terrified father, "Your child is a born villain."

Abandoned village.

"follow me."

Ling Feizi squatted down in front of Luo Benqing and extended her hand to him.

“Your sister is a born villain, but you are different. This world needs you. Come with me. As for your sister, I’m already being merciful by not killing her.”

..........

"A born villain."

"This woman is bloodthirsty; she must not be allowed to live."

"The Blood Spirit Root is a spirit root that poisons the world."

Throughout the journey, those people never stopped talking.

Born evil, born evil.

She, Luo Benmo, is a born villain!

Boom!

The collision between the River of Light and the Sea of ​​Thunder failed to break through ten thousand points.

"You wicked woman!" Qiongqi roared, "You dare to obstruct divine punishment? You're courting death!!"

Divine retribution?

"Hehehehehehe, haha ​​...

Luo Benmo's laughter resounded throughout the heavens and echoed throughout the entire capital city.

There was no longer the confusion Xiao Qitian felt before his death; instead, there was only boundless freedom.

Why worry about your fate? Why worry about all of this?

The protagonist and the mythical beast at the top, the villain and the emperor at the bottom—who among these people isn't one in a million, who isn't an outstanding individual?

But now, who has the courage to stand here like me? Who dares to stand here?

Xu Anlu wouldn't dare, Song Panning wouldn't dare, but Luo Benmo would!

She dared to block the heavenly tribulation; she dared to protect the lives of everyone in the city under the heavenly tribulation.

Things that heroes and great men could not do—