The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 107 Battle for the Celestial Star!

"You boys and your pissing contests…"

Violet Crane, queen of the 'Fiery Whip' gang, lounged on her winged lion, her lavender robe draped in ways that whispered war crimes into men's thoughts. She wasn't a leader—she was a goddess deciding whose skull deserved her heel first.

Below her, Boneblade Liang had Fang Tian pinned like a dog begging for slaughter. The Sanguine Serpent—once a nightmare of coiled scales—lay torn open in the sand, its guts spilling out like a drunk's bad decisions.

Boneblade's jagged sword, oozing poison as thick as envy, hovered over Fang's throat. It didn't kill clean—it killed slow. Painful. Personal.

"Your crew?" Boneblade sneered. "Dog food. Your beast? A bloody rug. You? Worm bait."

Fang Tian spat blood, eyes darting wildly. Left. Right. Nowhere. No allies. No miracles. Just the wheezing sound of his serpent's death rattle.

Above them, nine gangs stood like vultures circling a rotting corpse.

Watching. Waiting.

They weren't here to fight—not yet. Let Boneblade and Fang tear each other apart. Once the last one fell, they'd swarm, butcher the survivor, and strip the bones clean.

A filthy game. Played by filthier men.

WHOOSH!

The whip cracked. A blur of purple and gold.

Before anyone blinked, the 'Celestial Star fragment'—a glowing meteorite the size of a fist—rested in Violet's hand. Its light spilled over her, draping her in brilliance sharp enough to carve reputations. Blinding. Impossible to look away.

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She tucked the star into her robes, slow enough to make every man there choke on his regrets. Her gaze swept over the crowd like a hammer.

"Rest of you! Crawl back to your caves… or stay. I could use the exercise."

"You whore—!"

Boneblade's grip tightened around the rotting hilt of his blade.

This bitch. This smug, thieving bitch. She'd strolled in, snatched his prize, and left him standing there with nothing but his own rage.

The Green Frog Gang's leader stepped forward, his grin wide and rotting, yellow teeth jutting out like tombstones in a forgotten graveyard.

"She's got treasure already…" His eyes dragged over Violet, slimy and slow, like maggots finding fresh meat. "Let's take her down first. Together. Then… we'll strip the rest."

Violet's smile didn't waver. It grew sharper.

"Vermins." Her voice was sweet, soft… venom dripping from silk.

Her lion growled beneath her, claws tearing lines in the sand, wings flaring wide. But it wasn't enough. Not against the tide of blades, sweat, and filthy, grabbing hands surging toward her.

"Take her down!" someone spat.

And the flood came.

Blades flashed. Bloodlust spilled. Every bastard there with one thought: Violet Crane on her knees.

She laughed. Not a giggle. Not a chuckle. A laugh that scraped like steel against bone.

"Alright then…"

The whip cracked again, louder, sharper.

She stood tall on her lion's back, every inch of her a challenge.

"You dogs want a bitch?" Her voice rang, sweet and taunting. "Then come. Let me show you how this bitch bites."

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As the battlefield raged, the wasteland turned into a bloody circus. Swords clashed, Qi flared, and pirates tore each other apart like starving dogs over a scrap of meat.

And then—

"Ah!?"

Violet Crane's sharp cry rang out. In a flash, a filthy green blur leapt from the fray, snatching the celestial orb right out of her hand.

"Hahaha! It's mine now!" howled the Green Fog leader, holding the glowing orb above his head like it was his first kiss. His laughter boomed—high, wheezy, and ugly enough to sterilize nearby grass.

But it didn't last.

"Not so fast!"

A hawk screamed from the sky, a flash of feathers and fury as it snatched the orb from his greasy fingers.

"Catch that bird!"

And just like that, grown men—seasoned killers, self-proclaimed legends—descended into full-blown toddler tantrums. Blades flashed, Qi soared, and techniques exploded like fireworks in the sky. Big shots lunged at each other, shouting threats that sounded more like awkward marriage proposals.

"Mine!"

"Over my dead body!"

"Your dead body wouldn't fetch a bowl of rice in the wastelands!"

"I'll shove that orb where your hands can't reach!"

Meanwhile, the hawk zigzagged through the mess, probably wondering how it got stuck in the middle of a pornographic murder circus.

Down below, the battlefield was just as glorious.

Lackeys butchered each other with the enthusiasm of drunkards at a brothel brawl. Someone got stabbed for looking at another man's sword the wrong way. Another pirate tried to steal a sword mid-swing—and got split like a melon for his trouble.

"Wow…"

Su Xiaobai leaned forward, eyes wide and sparkling. "I'd pay a fortune to watch this every day."

(A/N: Please pay! Author's starving here!)

Zhu Qing stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

(A/N: Poor AF, T~T)

She didn't get it. This was just another wasteland brawl to her—a tiresome, bloody mess. But to Su Xiaobai? This was art. A masterpiece of stupidity and violence. Cultivators who'd lived for centuries, acting like teenagers at their first sect dance. Absolute gold.

Of course, Su Xiaobai's two lifetimes combined didn't amount to even a fraction of the madness these lunatics had survived. And it showed.

They stood in what Su Xiaobai proudly declared was the safest spot on the battlefield: directly in front of the giant, ominous doors of the Warlord's Palace.

Why here? Because no one was dumb enough to get this close to the palace. Even these pirates—men who'd kill for a slice of moldy bread—kept their distance.

The Warlord's undead generals never left the palace. That was the one unbreakable rule of the wasteland. But cross those doors? That was like asking to be turned into a human mural.

Some pirates glanced at Su Xiaobai and Zhu Qing. Their gazes screamed pity—or maybe they were just wondering if the two of them had death wishes kinkier than most brothel contracts.

"Idiots," one muttered, shaking his head before diving back into the battle.

Zhu Qing rolled her eyes, her contempt dripping like sweat on a pig. "Fools. They've been living in this wasteland for years and still don't get it."

She waved dismissively at the massive palace doors, like she was pointing at a roadside noodle stall. "As long as you don't step inside, it's perfectly safe. Bunch of cowards."

Su Xiaobai blinked at her, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Did she seriously have to say it like that?

Unknowingly, Zhu Qing planted the reddest flag in wasteland history.

Su Xiaobai silently prayed that the higher-ups had even a shred of fairness. He didn't say a damn thing! He was innocent! (Yup, sending both of you in. Talk about fairness.)

And so it happened.

"You men and your bickering," Long Tian rasped, barely able to sit upright. "The star is mine. Kneel now, and save yourselves the embarrassment of dying on empty stomachs."

Somehow, the celestial orb landed on the dying Long Tian's hand. Bloodied, coughing, and half-dead, he still managed to clutch it and laugh like he'd just won the lottery.

"Now that's a plot twist…" Su Xiaobai whistled under his breath. 'Author's definitely smoking something strong today.'

Zhu Qing squinted at Long Tian. Did this idiot have a death wish? He could've just used the chaos to escape! Instead, here he was, practically waving a 'stab me' flag in a sea of murderers.

"Fang Tian, pass it to me! I'll save your life!" Violet Crane's smile turned radiant, her charm cranked up to eleven, like a goddess offering salvation—if salvation had strings attached.

"Save him?" Boneblade Liang sneered, staggering forward, "Idiots! I'll kill both of you! Then I'll take the star and his head!" Blood poured from the stump where his arm used to be, dripping like a broken faucet, but his rage kept him standing.

"Ha-ha-ha…"

Fang Tian broke into hysterical laughter, his bloodied teeth flashing as he clutched the star. "Save me? Kill me? Bastards! Every single one of you! What makes you think any of you deserve this!?"

Violet's eyes narrowed, her charm fading into irritation. "You want to lecture us about deserving? You're barely alive, you moron. Just hand it over before I snap your spine like a twig."

Boneblade staggered closer, dragging his sword as he snarled, "Spine? I'll slice him open like a pig and dig the star out myself!"

Fang Tian's grin widened. Blood dripped from his chin, but his voice rang loud and clear: "Shut up. All of you. Fight, die, kill each other—I don't care!"

And then—

GULP!

Before anyone could react, Fang Tian tilted his head back and swallowed the fragment of the star whole.

The battlefield froze.

"Did… Did he just eat it?"

Boneblade blinked, his fury momentarily replaced by disbelief. "What kind of lunatic swallows something that could kill him?! Are you insane!?"

Fang Tian grinned, wiping blood from his lips. "Insane? Maybe. But at least I'm not a—"

"Disgusting! You're disgusting! Swallowing something that big? You deserve to burn!"

BOOM!

"AH—!"

Before Fang Tian could finish, a wave of flames erupted, swallowing him whole. His scream cut off as his skin bubbled and melted, his flesh cooked to a crisp, and even his bones turned to dust. He didn't just die—he evaporated.

Out of the swirling inferno, the celestial orb burst free from his liquefied remains, glowing brighter than ever.

Swoosh~!

It floated lazily toward toward the source of the voice like an obedient servant, as if mocking the poor bastard who thought swallowing it was a good idea.