The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 108 Inside the Warlord's Palace (Part 1)

[A/N: I have split this chapter into two parts; it was too long.]

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BOOM!

The orb shot up, spinning like a drunk star before slamming into an outstretched hand. A pressure followed—heavy, suffocating, like Mount Tai was squatting on their chests.

"Who is the lord here...?"

A figure descended slow, like a god too bored to care. His flaming white robe glowed in the dusty haze. The fiery lotus beneath him spun lazily, like it just woke up from a nap. Behind him, two dozen disciples floated in formation, faces smug enough to make saints reach for alcohol.

The pirates' faces dropped faster than their balls. White robes. A lotus. This wasn't just some righteous prick—this was the righteous prick.

And they were fucked.

Every one of them—thieves, killers, has-beens—had been chased out of the mainland to rot out here. Sins didn't matter in the wasteland. Until now. This guy had waltzed into their turf with a grin that screamed, 'I don't need a reason to kill you, but I'll do it anyway.'

Still, it was their land.

Boneblade Liang, blood pouring from his stump of an arm, stumbled forward, "I'm the lord here! What do you want, brat?"

His voice had balls. His legs didn't. Sure, this guy was peak Deity Transformation, but they had eight Integration Realm fighters. Together, they could kill him. Probably.

Zhao Feng's eyes swept the crowd, cold and calculating, like deciding which cockroach deserved to die first.

Finally, his lips curled into a blade of a smile.

"You? A lord?" His voice dripped venom. "You're not fit to lick the dirt off my boots, let alone my shit."

"..." Boneblade's sneer cracked. His hand gripped his sword tight. "You arrogant—"

BOOM!

Flames snaked up Zhao Feng's arm, coiling like a predator ready to pounce. A flick of his wrist, and the inferno roared forward.

WHOOSH!

Boneblade raised his sword, but the flames didn't care. They swallowed him whole. "Ah—" His screams lasted a second before his body turned to ash. When the fire cleared, only a melted lump of steel remained.

"!!"

The pirates froze.

Bravado? Ash. Courage? Evaporated. Bloodlust? Now puddled at their feet.

Zhao Feng drifted forward, lotus petals spinning faster. The air around him burned, heat close enough to peel skin.

"This is the Warlord's Palace," he said, voice molten and bored, "Sacred ground. Drenched in the blood of saints and sinners alike. And you? Crawling filth, thinking you can steal from the heavens."

The orb in his hand flared brighter, painting his face in firelight. "Steal this? From me? You'd have better luck jerking off a dragon."

Weapons shook. Sweat poured. Eyes darted for exits that didn't exist.

"I'm Zhao Feng of the Blazing Sun Sect," he said. "The heavens demand your death... and I'm here to deliver."

Flames roared higher, turning sand to molten glass.

That's when Iron Fang, boss of the Black Gale Syndicate, stomped forward. A scarred giant with a bloodstained axe, he looked like bad decisions had come to life and put on weight.

"You righteous bastards think you own everything!" he barked, voice like gravel being chewed. "The star doesn't belong to your sects or heavens. It belongs to whoever's got the balls to take it!"

Zhao Feng tilted his head, mild amusement flashing in his eyes. "Balls, huh?"

Iron Fang spat, hefting his axe. "I've faced flames hotter than yours, boy. You're just another—"

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The lotus spun faster, petals slicing outward like a molten buzzsaw. Heat blasted forward, flames swallowing Iron Fang whole. His scream tore through the wasteland as his flesh cooked off his bones. When he hit the ground, there wasn't even ash left to bury.

Zhao Feng turned to the pirates, his smile sharp as a knife.

"Who's next?"

No one spoke. No one moved.

Silence. Just silence... and the smell of burning piss.

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"He looks like Zhao Mei…" Su Xiaobai muttered from the sidelines, his eyebrows twitching in surprise.

Who was Zhao Mei?

One of the few lucky enough—or unlucky enough, depending on your view—to enter the Xiantian Sect alongside him. Short orange hair spiked like a warning sign, dressed in the kind of dark, tight outfit that screamed bad decisions ahead. She was trouble wrapped in sex appeal and walked like she owned the place.

Su Xiaobai had "accidentally" bumped into her a couple of times over the last month. She thought he was harmless—a clown at best. She wasn't wrong… and that was exactly how he liked it.

But the real kicker? Zhao Mei had a fire technique that used a flaming lotus. And now, here was this 'Zhao Feng,' descending like some divine peacock, wielding the same tricks.

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"He's her great-uncle," Zhu Qing said casually, shattering Su Xiaobai's thoughts.

Su Xiaobai blinked. "Great-uncle?" His eye twitched. That chick already had an elder in another sect and still joined Xiantian? He sighed, shaking his head like a disappointed parent. "Nepotism's alive and well, huh?"

"Blazing Sun Sect is a tier below Xiantian," Zhu Qing added, probably trying to justify the girl's sect-hopping.

"Not my problem," Su Xiaobai muttered, shrugging. "Not my girl, not my sect. Why care? I'm just here for the fireworks." His lips twisted into a smile. "Though, if someone snatched the orb from that pompous idiot right now, that'd make my day."

Scree!

"What the—?!"

The universe, apparently, had been listening. The hawk from earlier swooped back, claws shinning, and snatched the orb like it was collecting overdue rent.

Zhao Feng lunged, flames roaring, but—clang!—three figures appeared in black, their weapons flashing as they blocked his advance. All peak Integration Realm.

"Who the hell are you?!" Zhao Feng roared, his flames flaring.

Another party.

Su Xiaobai's jaw hung open. 'You've got to be kidding me. What's next, the emperor himself showing up for this stupid orb?'

As if summoned by his words, slow clapping echoed across the battlefield. A man stepped forward, his black robes immaculate, his face obscured like some low-effort spy.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

"Good work, everyone," the newcomer said, voice dripping with self-importance.

"…"

Su Xiaobai's face twitched. Oh, great, he thought, deciding to put his storytelling instincts to the test. 'A late-entry boss character. Let me guess: he's here for the orb, he's got some connection to the royal family, and he's about to make everything more complicated. Bet he also has a tragic backstory that no one cares about.'

"Leave the orb," the man announced, flexing dramatically. "By order of the prince, it belongs to us. Unless, of course, you'd like to defy the royal family."

As if to hammer the point home, his aura exploded outward—peak Deity Transformation Realm.

Bingo.

"Prince?!" someone squeaked, their voice cracking like a cheap plate dropped on stone.