Dreaming to Become a Creator-Chapter 0082 – The Great Villain

Chapter 82: The Great Villain
“You’ve reached the Transformation God Realm, yet your attacks remain so one-dimensional.”
Zuo Meng dipped his index finger into the tea, sending ripples across the surface. A droplet leaped upward, swelling into a towering water screen. The sword energy struck the barrier harmlessly before whirling back with multiplied force.
Boom!!
Zhao Zheng crossed his sword to block the rebounded energy, skidding back dozens of paces.
The returned strike dwarfed his original effort, yet Zuo Meng hadn’t even shifted his seat. What began as reluctance under the Ancient Deities’ pressure now burned into fierce resolve. Great Chu had long planned to crush Tai Chu Immortal Gate, delaying only from fear of Master Xue.
“Attack together!”
The Emperor of Chu surged forward, conjuring a golden dragon entwined with stones and swirling winds. As he struck, the National Master flung talismans while the Chancellor unleashed his tome. Zhao Zheng steadied himself, summoning sword screens that birthed a sky-blotting rain of blades.
“Still a failed cultivation world.”
Zuo Meng’s artificially accelerated era had produced martial artists, not Immortal Cultivators – amplified brawlers rather than true transcendents. Only the long-dead Demon Monk Jie Ming had shown genuine mystical ingenuity, a rarity in this stagnant age.
He flicked tea from his cup.
The droplets became a raging river, swallowing every attack before crashing toward the Emperor’s group. This water-bending exemplified true immortal magic, shaming their paltry imitations.
“Divine Sword Union!”
Zhao Zheng’s flung blade pierced the torrent, splitting the flood.
Surprise flickered in Zuo Meng’s eyes as he tapped the flying sword’s tip.
Clang!
The weapon recoiled, blood beading on Zuo Meng’s finger.
“Human Dao essence?”
The wound pulsed with foreign energy.
“Novel, but crude.”
Zuo Meng tossed a teacup that ballooned into a mountain-sized dome. Facing this crushing force, the group channeled their might into Zhao Zheng’s blade, coalescing ambient energies into one overwhelming strike.
Empowered by Human Dao, Zhao Zheng sundered the cup, its fragments reverting to porcelain shards on impact. He leveled his smoking sword.
“Master, you’ve descended into madness. This disciple implores you to stop.”
The scene mirrored fated heroes confronting a demonic overlord – Zuo Meng the villain awaiting righteous defeat.
Amused, Zuo Meng dismissed the notion.
“Drawing steel against your master is treason, junior brother.”
Du Fan, the Heaven List’s second-ranked Chess Sage, dropped a stone piece from behind Zuo Meng. The longtime rivals knew each other’s moves intimately – and Du Fan’s totem-projected elder placing chessmen couldn’t bridge their gap, especially against Zhao Zheng’s Dao-infused blade.
The sword shattered the stone, jarring the spectral elder. Undeterred, Du Fan struck again with full power.
Now Harmony with Dao realm like Zhao Zheng, his second move drained the Blessed Ground’s energy, dimming its false skies. The world became a chessboard, celestial stones and monochrome pieces entrapping all.
“Blessed Ground’s power?!”
Zhao Zheng’s group tensed. Despite centuries studying these realms, their versions never matched Tai Chu Immortal Gate’s stability now evident in Du Fan’s assault.
“Open your eyes! People vanish daily as Master spirals into madness!”
“Actions over words.”
Du Fan deployed three more pieces. Cave-empowered, they became falling stars, inescapable and deadly.
Zuo Meng sipped his tea and stood.
“Every protagonist needs a destined nemesis.”
His retreating back exuded final villain’s contempt.
“Now!!”
As Zhao Zheng’s group shattered Du Fan’s formation, their roar pierced the void.
“Useless.”
Golden Pressure preceded a silhouette smashing through the Blessed Ground. Cracks spread as the titanic hand reached for Zuo Meng, the realm fracturing under godlike might.