I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1285:

1646. Kill until there’s no trace of you left in all the worlds. Do you want me to slaughter an entire kingdom?

“Is it worth it?”

The freezing voice of Gu Changge resonated. As he reached out his hand, it vibrated slightly, causing the foundations of the world to tremble. Reality began to fracture, and even the river of time shuddered under the pressure.

“Gucheng…”

The Saint of Law let out a primal scream as he lunged forward.

A hazy divine furnace hovered above him, pouring down endless streams of seven-colored flames. They descended like a celestial galaxy falling from the Nine Heavens, their overwhelming divine power igniting the void and pushing back the dark.

Much like Elder Jin, he had sustained heavy trauma earlier and had been searching for a moment to recuperate.

However, seeing Chu Gucheng suffer another direct strike, he ignored his own failing state and threw himself back into the fray.

But before Elder Jin could even get close to Gu Changge, the massive hand descended like a falling mountain. He was swatted down, causing blood to spray across the boundaries of the worlds as his form exploded into a crimson mist.

“You…”

Chu Gucheng watched with fury as the colossal hand moved toward him.

A thick aura of fortune and power erupted from his body, mingled with the strength of incense and the willpower of his subjects, attempting to provide an escape. Yet, Gu Changge’s palm descended with effortless grace, snatching him out of the air.

A stifled groan escaped Chu Gucheng as the sound of snapping bones filled the air. His skeleton shattered in multiple places, and the imperial law image behind him—a projection capable of resisting the Great Dao—began to warp and twist.

A look of agony and defiance appeared on the face of the imperial image, which was a perfect likeness of him.

It was a terrifying sight: his massive imperial law image, which previously dominated the horizon, was being crushed by that monstrous hand like a common insect. The vast river of stars seemed to turn to mere grit in that grip.

Pinioned within that palm, Chu Gucheng was immobilized. Blood leaked from his pores, dripping into the endless abyss below.

His frame continued to crack under the pressure, his expression a mask of pain, rage, and futile resistance.

Within the borders of Xian Chu Haotu, he had been an undefeated sovereign since birth. Yet here, despite every home-field advantage, he stood no chance against Gu Changge. The chasm in their power was so wide it bred only despair.

“Lord…”

Countless citizens and cultivators of Xian Chu Haotu wailed in grief and anger.

Their peerless ruler, whom they worshipped as a god, was currently being held by the throat like a common bird—a display of ultimate degradation.

Inside the imperial capital, the eldest prince, Chu Wushang, paled visibly. Watching from the palace heights, a cold dread began to settle in his chest.

Ministers and noble guests were equally paralyzed by shock. Many gasped, their faces drained of color, unable to process the scene.

The victory that everyone assumed was guaranteed for Xian Chu Haotu had been completely dismantled. Gu Changge’s overwhelming dominance had surpassed every wildest expectation.

“I beg Senior Xingying to intervene!”

Elder Jin, struggling to knit his wounds back together, ground his teeth and turned to the elder women of Xingying, pleading for their help.

“Senior Sister…” The White-browed Star Lord looked on with visible hesitation, his inner conflict clear. He was barely restraining himself from charging in.

If this persisted, Chu Gucheng would likely meet a disastrous end.

This was no longer just about the survival of Xian Chu Haotu; it concerned the very Dao he sought to establish.

Envoys from the Divine Abyss Cave, Guangming Temple, and the Buddha Kingdom of the Tathagata all turned their eyes toward the Holy Maiden of Xiyuan. They waited for her move, as she was rumored to possess even greater strength than Chu Gucheng.

Yet, the Holy Maiden of Xiyuan remained motionless. She stood like a statue, her gaze fixed on the destruction unfolding in the void beyond the worlds.

Her inaction left the onlookers deeply bewildered.

As the inhabitants of Xian Chu Haotu watched in terror, a dull thud echoed from the void.

Gu Changge coldly tightened his grip. Though Chu Gucheng refused to scream, his physical form began to disintegrate. A moment later, a cataclysmic aura erupted—like the simultaneous detonation of a thousand stars—rippling across the dimensions.

A mist of blood sprayed outward as Chu Gucheng’s body was pulverized by the massive hand.

Behind him, his imperial law image cracked into shards, dissolving into a faint light before vanishing entirely.

“Lord…”

Countless voices cried out in horror, unwilling to believe their eyes.

Had their invincible, legendary sovereign truly fallen?

The high-ranking officials and clan patriarchs of Xian Chu Haotu were frozen in disbelief. A deathly chill washed over them as they stared at the empty space.

Had Chu Gucheng really been erased, body and soul, by the leader of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance?

Wails of mourning broke out across the many cities of the realm.

“It’s impossible… how could my father fall? And the ancestor…”

Chu Wushang stumbled, his face ashen. The regal composure he once held had vanished, replaced by sheer panic.

“Is the Lord truly dead?”

At the former Grand Tutor’s estate, Chu Bai, Han Feng, and the others were rooted to the spot, stunned by the sight.

But just as despair began to consume the people, a shimmering rain of light appeared in a dark corner of the void, coalescing into glowing clouds.

Chu Gucheng’s broken form manifested once more from the light. His face showed a mix of lingering terror and stubbornness.

Had he not reached the heights of the Ancestor Dao, and were he not standing on his own soil—fueled by the near-infinite willpower and cosmic fortune of his people—Gu Changge would have surely ended him just now.

Now, he truly grasped the power of his "undefeated" status. Even if Gu Changge obliterated his physical self and soul, as long as a shred of his karma, incense power, or the faith of his followers remained, he could return. He was effectively immortal.

Unless Gu Changge was willing to erase every trace of his existence by slaughtering every living soul in Xian Chu Haotu.

“Praise be! The Lord lives!”

“I knew it! How could the ruler of Xian Chu Haotu be defeated so easily? He is eternal!”

Seeing their leader reform, the citizens of the kingdom breathed a collective sigh of relief, their terror subsiding slightly.

“Such is the power of collective willpower and cosmic fortune. Chu Gucheng is fundamentally undefeated on this ground. Killing him is an almost impossible task for the leader of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance—unless he intends to commit genocide against all of Xian Chu Haotu.”

The elder Xingying, who had looked grim, finally relaxed a fraction upon seeing the resurrection.

In the void, Chu Gucheng’s body began to glow with a divine, immortal radiance, resembling an ancient deity.

“You cannot kill me on this land. I am one with these worlds; as they endure, so shall I,” he declared. His shattered armor reformed as he leveled his spear at Gu Changge. His voice was filled with absolute conviction.

“I can kill you once, and I can certainly do it a second time, a third... a billion times. I will continue until every scrap of your karma is wiped from existence,” Gu Changge replied, his eyes cold and pitiless.

“Then let us see how many times you can try!” Chu Gucheng bellowed, charging forward again. His voice boomed across the entire territory of Xian Chu Haotu: “All living souls, lend me your strength! Follow me to execute this demon!”

In every ancient city, millions of cultivators and commoners fell to their knees, chanting and bowing with fervent devotion.

Visible traces of cosmic fortune began to drift from their bodies. What started as small trickles soon merged into rivers and oceans of light, surging through the sky toward Chu Gucheng.

Another world-shattering clash began. Empowered by the life force of his entire nation, Chu Gucheng poured every ounce of his being into a strike meant to slay Gu Changge.

The chaos outside the worlds buckled as if the universe were returning to its primordial state, with the laws of the Dao being shredded and twisted.

Gu Changge simply pointed a finger. Chu Gucheng’s form exploded once more, his blood mist instantly vaporized, leaving nothing behind.

“Lord…”

The cries of the people turned to terror again.

However, a moment later, Chu Gucheng was reconstituted by the rain of light. He appeared like a tireless god of war, seemingly growing stronger with every death, his body wreathed in a surging immortal aura.

“I told you, you have no power to kill me here,” Chu Gucheng said, his confidence returning. He stared at Gu Changge with icy disdain.

His Emperor’s Law Image loomed behind him again, accompanied by the phantom sounds of ancestral worship. The cosmos glowed as a central image of an ancient Emperor sat amidst the stars, fueled by endless incense offerings.

“Are you attempting to force my hand into slaughtering every soul in Xian Chu Haotu?”

Gu Changge’s voice was devoid of any human emotion, yet it made the vast expanse tremble.

In that instant, every inhabitant of the kingdom felt a suffocating pressure, as if their bodies were about to burst from pure fear.

In the dark void, Gu Changge’s own law image grew to a boundless size. With a simple swipe of his hand, Chu Gucheng’s Emperor Law Image was swatted away like a moth in a flame, disintegrating instantly.

Chu Gucheng’s face darkened. His bravado relied on the vastness of his realm. As long as the kingdom stood, his power was theoretically bottomless. But if Gu Changge actually intended to commit total extermination, he had no defense against it.

In the capital, the ministers felt a shiver run down their spines. They realized that if Gu Changge followed through on his threat, none of them would survive.

“What a terrifying presence…”

Delegates from other civilizations and True Worlds were drenched in cold sweat, their bodies shaking.

If such a monster ever threatened their own homes, would they have any hope of resistance?

The price Xian Chu Haotu was paying to defy Gu Changge was becoming too high to contemplate.

“I beg of you all, assist us! This demon is pure evil, speaking openly of destroying kingdoms and treating lives like weeds. If he is not stopped today, your homes will be his targets tomorrow!”

“If we do not execute this monster, the Xiyuan civilization will never know peace again!”

Despite his horrific injuries, Elder Jin stepped forward to goad the guests into action. He couldn’t understand why the powerhouses of Xingying and the White-browed Star Lord remained idle.

He knew that if Gu Changge started slaughtering the population, Chu Gucheng’s immortality would vanish.

Many guests hesitated. They feared the precedent being set, but they also noted the Holy Maiden of Xiyuan’s silence. If she didn’t see a reason to act, why should they?

Furthermore, while Gu Changge spoke of slaughter, he hadn't actually begun killing the civilians yet. They weren't about to throw their lives away for Xian Chu Haotu’s sake.

“You twist the truth to incite conflict. If your kingdom hadn't provoked him first, would we even be here?”

Ling Yu, the Celestial God, spoke up with cold contempt. She was disgusted by Elder Jin’s attempt to manipulate the crowd by distorting the facts.

Suddenly, as Gu Changge’s words faded, an incomprehensible power descended upon the world. Divine proclamations echoed through the air in response to his will.

He turned his gaze, his deep, infinite eyes sweeping across the entirety of the Xian Chu Haotu territories.

In a heartbeat, the dark cosmos was flooded with a blinding white light, as if ten thousand suns had risen. It saturated every corner of the domain.

Even distant observers in other space-time dimensions felt a surge of primal terror and quickly averted their eyes.

The fabric of time and space became transparent, leaving nothing hidden. Deep within the Yuxian Palace, Ling Yu Ling was forced to cut her connection, and the mirror she used to watch the battle shattered into pieces.

Even she felt a tremor of unease and dared not look any longer.

“What was that?”

At the border between the kingdom and the Demon Court, a withered old man gave off an aura of freezing death. He spoke in a voice thick with shock.

Though the white light had passed and the void had returned to darkness, the lingering vibrations left him shaken to his core.

“That was the moment that being truly opened his eyes to scan the realm…”

An elder from the Tian Shuizhong group replied with grim gravity.

Even with his high cultivation, his soul had felt frozen in that instant, his very consciousness coming to a halt.

The old man from the Cold Crow Sect snapped out of his trance, his face twisting with excitement. “Do you think… could it really be that legendary existence?”

The elder shook his head, unsure, but the power they had just felt was beyond anything they had ever encountered.

They had originally been sent to find clues regarding the Eternal Life Gate.

But the war at the heart of Xian Chu Haotu had sent shockwaves through the entire Xiyuan civilization. It was impossible to ignore.

They had come to watch a spectacle, but they had nearly been caught in the crossfire. They weren't even sure if Gu Changge had noticed their presence.

“The Lord of Xian Chu Haotu has no idea he is just a pawn. How could he be so arrogant as to challenge such a being?”

The old Taoist and the Cold Crow Elder quickly retreated, putting as much distance between themselves and the kingdom as possible. They suspected that Gu Changge’s gaze indicated he was finished playing games and was now intent on total annihilation.

Back in the imperial capital, a deathly chill gripped everyone. It felt as though the very life force of the world was beginning to wither. Many guests turned pale, realizing that Gu Changge wasn't making an empty threat—he truly meant to erase Xian Chu Haotu from the map.

Outside the world, as Gu Changge’s gaze fell upon him, Chu Gucheng’s newly formed body exploded again. This time, the destruction was absolute; his essence was wiped out without leaving a single trace.

However, the combined willpower and fortune of the nation were indeed potent. Chu Gucheng manifested yet again in the distance.

But this time, his bravado had vanished. His eyes were filled with profound shock and a growing realization that his safety was an illusion.

“It seems you fear my destruction of your kingdom after all. How ironic—a king who claims to lead but is willing to sacrifice every one of his people for his own skin,” Gu Changge said mockingly.

As Chu Gucheng revived, massive sections of Xian Chu Haotu began to go dark. In countless cities, citizens’ heads began to explode, blood spraying as they died instantly. Others were turned into hollow shells, their souls and mental energy drained to nothing.

These people were the fuel for Chu Gucheng’s resurrection. Their forced sacrifice added to the pool of willpower, but it could not change the inevitable end. No matter how much willpower they provided, it was being consumed far faster than it could be replenished.