1115 - I Became a Villainess and Was Pestered by Beautiful Girls

**Chapter 1115: Firm Belief, Boldly Forward** In the sky, a sudden emergence of a seven-star pattern caught the eyes of everyone on both sides of the battlefield. People on the Blood Lord's side could feel that the strength emanating from the dark clouds had diminished significantly. "How is this possible?" They wondered. After all, this was power derived from the supreme lord; what in the world could possibly weaken it? The high-level combatants on the opposing side also noticed the situation. The mid-stage tribulation transcenders of Blood Lord's faction contemplated going over to assess the situation. "Stop them!" Called the voice, and Xuanling Patriarch and others managed to intercept most of them. Yet, a few broke free and charged toward the seven-star pattern. Without hesitation, they unleashed their strongest attacks, capable of annihilating the heavens and the earth. Boom! The powerful attacks laden with the energy of laws struck the pattern, producing deafening explosions. Yet, unbelievably, they did no damage to the formation. "Seven-Star Demon-Slaying Formation!" With a swish, beams of sword light shot from the seven-star formation, hitting their marks precisely. Normally, a mid-stage tribulation transcender would scoff at physical attacks. At first, these Blood Lord strongmen didn't take them seriously. But as the sword light approached, a premonition of death overwhelmed them, and it was too late. Swish! One sword stroke sealed their fate! And these weren't ordinary cultivators; they were mid-stage tribulation transcenders! "What?" Magic Sound, locked in battle with Yulingzi, watched in terrified disbelief. How could those few youngsters be involved in a battle of this magnitude! "They've already obtained the favor of the heavenly will…" The Blood Lord mused to himself within the blood-soaked ranks of his army, raising his head slowly. Slaying a mid-stage tribulation transcender might not be surprising, but countering the supreme lord's power could only be attributed to the ruler of this realm — the will of the nine provinces. With a lifted arm, a bolt of lightning shot from the dark clouds, forming a spear in his hand. The next moment, the Blood Lord leaped into the air, charging towards the seven-star pattern. Boom! An intense explosion sounded in mid-air, with space shattering like broken porcelain into isolated shards. "This time, is it your true form?" A white-haired Tang Xin appeared amid the flames, holding a demon blade while coldly eyeing the middle-aged man. “You wish to be the guardian of the seven stars?” The Blood Lord inquired calmly, “But even if you sacrifice everything, he won't care a bit. If he decrees your death, you will die.” “Whether I die or not is a matter for the future,” Tang Xin activated her power, the demon blade exuding a black, liquid-like substance, “but I know you’re going to die right now!” The demon blade slashed! Black energy descended in an instant towards the Blood Lord, who raised his spear to block. Sizzle — the clash of energies produced a grating noise, with the Blood Lord’s spear dissolving rapidly, indicating the demon blade was gaining the upper hand. “What?” Linghua exclaimed in shock. “The Blood Lord can actually confront Tang Xin with the demon blade? Is there something wrong with Tang Xin, or is the enemy simply too powerful?” This was, after all, cataclysmic power, one blade per little world, yet it didn't seem as fearsome as the legends said. “Tang Xin isn’t going all out,” Fei Yao observed for a moment before analyzing, “she’s probably afraid the blade’s destructive power might destabilize the spatial structure of the nine provinces. Meanwhile, the Blood Lord has the dark clouds’ support, opposing him is like opposing the entire mass above.” The Blood Lord, leader of the Blood Hall, with nearly limitless boosts from the dark clouds. As his spear dissolved, he casually summoned another weapon. Bang! Bang! Bang! Each slash from Tang Xin destroyed super-strong mid-stage tribulation transcendents, but the Blood Lord blocked them time and again, the battlefield’s aftermath rendering the ground nearly lifeless. "Before I deal with you," Tang Xin spoke again, "I want to know your origins." “Must you?” The Blood Lord asked, “You must have guessed already, right?” Virtually all factions of the void universe, Tang Xin had encountered. A being possessing such formidable power and unwavering belief, with courage that defies death, could only belong to... “The leader of the Observers,” Tang Xin nodded slightly, “Zero.” Observers, initially a group silently protecting this world from the shadows. They alone could establish a force as formidable as the Blood Hall. “I can no longer be called an Observer,” Blood Lord replied, “Observers do not meddle in worldly affairs. Unfortunately, after sealing the sword and the demon blade, that rule crumbled.” “As the sentient spirit of this world, how could you remain merely an onlooker?” Tang Xin looked deeply into his eyes. “You’re not a bad person… Allow me to end it swiftly for you.” She extended her free hand as a blinding white light coalesced in her palm, forcing others to avert their gaze. All turned to a blank void, leaving only her and the Blood Lord. This was a small gift from the Heavenly Maiden — absolute space. Within this breath of time, she could fully unleash the demon blade’s power without worrying about destructing the nine provinces. “Any regrets?” Tang Xin poised the demon blade for one last question. The Blood Lord smiled faintly, leaving her question unanswered. “Demon Blade Slash.” With a steady grip, she brought the blade across the vacant air before her. Silence fell. The Blood Lord was severed in two, gradually disintegrating into black dust, vanishing without a trace. As the absolute space collapsed, vision returned. “Hey, where's the Blood Lord? I looked away for a moment, and the enemy disappeared!” “Say less, doesn’t Tang Xin’s expression make it obvious it’s been resolved?” It ended so abruptly; most people on both sides hadn’t yet grasped what transpired. Whoosh! Bam! The seven-star pattern in the sky expanded dramatically, covering nearly half of the sky, banishing the darkness back from Wenting Pass, allowing sunlight to shine through once more. Ruins, wreckage, craters, broken weapons, faces frozen in their final moment… In that mere instant, a beautiful land was transformed into purgatory. “Did we win?” someone asked. “No…” Yulingzi gazed into the distance, something seemed to roil within the dark clouds. On the ground, the members of the Blood Hall fell in heaps, the power gifted by the dark clouds withdrawn exponentially. The black-red ominous cloud swiftly shrank, concentrating into a small point before transforming into a massive door. “Do you wish to stop me?” An icy, commanding, irresistible voice echoed through the heavens. “Enter.” Whoosh! The surviving cultivators of the Blood Hall were suddenly sucked into the doorway. Yulingzi and the others exchanged glances, bewildered and unsure of their next move. “This is clearly a trap!” Linghua exclaimed, puzzled, “Do they think we’re all fools? I’m not going in…” “There’s little left to prepare,” in the sky, Tang Xin's voice resonated. “This battle is unavoidable.” With that said, she plunged into the doorway. The seven-star formation rapidly shrank, following suit. “Let's go,” Yulingzi clenched her fist, “only by defeating her can this finally end!”