The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 109 Inside the Warlord's Palace (Part 2)

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

The royal family? Already? Faces turned pale, guts shriveling faster than a eunuch in winter.

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. Prince? Wei Jun wants the star fragment? That wasn't in the damn script. What's next, Bai Yujian herself showing up to recite poetry and demand tea?

Not that it didn't track. Zhu Qing had spilled all about the celestial star fragment. Star Qi—rare, potent, and hyped harder than a brothel with free drinks. It could forge weapons, make pills, or give those pompous alchemists something else to jerk themselves off about. A treasure like this? It could flip cities upside down.

Even Wei Jun, the lady boy of the royal family, couldn't resist licking his chops for it.

Not that Su Xiaobai blamed him. He wanted it too. The fragment could whip up a Star Essence Pill, and with that, his Star Slayer God Arts would jump two stages. His fingers twitched at the thought. 'Maybe I'll play nice in the capital… you know, after I break the prince's face and call it a "negotiation."'

But fate? It had other plans.

"Humph!"

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed, before narrowing with a sneer. Like he'd spotted some cosmic 'scam' no one else got. He didn't explain. Didn't bother with words.

BOOM!

Lotus flames roared from his palm, exploding skyward like a dragon's tantrum.

Scree—BOOM!

The hawk didn't stand a chance. One second it was soaring; the next, it was roasted mid-flight. Feathers turned to ash. Meat? Gone.

"What are you doing?!" the prince's lackey shrieked, his voice trembling like a boy catching his first beating. "Stop him—!"

Too late.

The celestial star fragment tumbled from the sky, slow and heavy, like fate itself was flipping the bird to everyone watching.

"Not good..."

Thump!

It landed. Squarely.

In Su Xiaobai's hands, like the universe itself had decided, 'Here, you deal with this mess.'

"..."

"..."

And just like that, all eyes snapped to him.

If earlier he'd been a fly on the wall, now he was the centerpiece. Hundreds—no, thousands—of eyes locked onto him. Wide, angry, calculating. Like a pack of starving wolves who'd just realized dinner was sitting right there.

"..."

Su Xiaobai blinked. "Well… shit."

"Fool! Hide behind me!" Zhu Qing snapped, her face pale as death. She could already see the future—this bastard was about to get skewered, roasted, and maybe turned into a human pincushion by half the battlefield.

"Kill him!"

One command, and the crowd erupted. Pirates, disciples, beasts—everyone lunged at Su Xiaobai like he owed them money. Swords screamed through the air, fiery techniques lit the battlefield, and flying beasts dove, snapping and snarling for blood.

Zhu Qing's chest tightened. Her eyes darted around, frantic, as she braced herself to shield him. She cursed silently, wondering which past life's sins had chained her to this disaster.

But before she could act—

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Su Xiaobai's voice was calm. Too calm. Like a man about to ruin her day. His hand grabbed her waist.

"What the hell are you—?!"

She barely finished the sentence before Su Xiaobai 'spun her around,' pulling her close as a wall of attacks bore down on them.

BOOM!

The impact slammed into Su Xiaobai's back like an angry god's hammer, sending both of them rocketing through the air. Zhu Qing screamed, her vision spinning as they hurtled straight toward the Warlord's Palace gates.

And then—

CRASH!

The massive gates of the palace buckled with a thunderous groan, swinging wide open to swallow them whole. Inside, dust and echoes filled the palace halls as the duo skidded to a stop.

Outside, silence fell.

Pirates, disciples, and beasts froze mid-step, staring slack-jawed at the now-open gates.

"..."

One pirate pointed a trembling finger at the palace. "Did... Did they just walk in?"

Another disciple, trembling, whispered, "The attacks didn't crush them? How is that possible…?"

A voice, low and hoarse, sent shivers through the crowd. "The undead generals…"

At that, the color drained from every face.

The undead generals of the Warlord's Palace—Tribulation Realm monsters who could crush armies with a flick of their fingers. Nobody here could survive them. Hell, no one was dumb enough to step into their domain.

Until now.

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Inside the palace, Su Xiaobai groaned, sitting up with Zhu Qing sprawled over him. Dusting off his robes, he smilled lazily, unfazed. "You alright? Or should I carry you too?"

"Carry me?! You…!" Zhu Qing smacked his chest, face red with both rage and embarrassment. "Do you have any idea how close we were to dying?!"

"Close?" Su Xiaobai chuckled, "Relax. We're alive, aren't we? It's all about the script."

Zhu Qing glared at him, her hand twitching like she was debating between strangling him and slapping him. Before she could decide, the rumbling from the gates caught her attention.

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Outside the Palace!

The black-clothed man gritted his teeth, rage boiling over. "This… This is your fault!" he glared at Zhao Feng. "How will I explain this to the prince now?!"

Zhao Feng's face twisted into a sneer, his flames crackling. "My fault? That was my orb, you dog! And since when do the bastard spawn of the First Battalion Commander bark orders at me?"

"You dare insult me—!"

"I dare?" Zhao Feng's eyes burned with fury. "You think I care about your no name prince? He's just a pampered peacock hiding behind his daddy's name. And you? You're not even a dog—you're the flea riding on the dog's ass.

Without waiting for a response, Zhao Feng unleashed a torrent of flames, aiming directly at the black-clothed man.

"First Battalion Commander's lackey?"

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, the realization spreading like wildfire.

"That wasn't the prince?" someone muttered, stunned.

"No," another replied, spitting on the ground. "That's one of the commander's dogs."

The First Battalion Commander—an illegitimate son of the king. A bastard, born from a maid's womb, his bloodline tainted. Strong enough to lead soldiers, but too low to ever sit on the throne.

Realizing the truth, the crowd's restraint shattered.

"Fuck it!" a pirate shouted, raising his blade.

With that, the battlefield descended into mess. Blades clashed, beasts roared, and the ground itself seemed to quake as techniques exploded across the wasteland.

The black-clothed man's face twisted with regret. His trembling hand brushed against the hilt of his sword—the unmistakable emblem of the First Battalion Commander etched into the pommel.

'Damn it… I forgot to switch swords!'

His head snapped toward the palace gates. If I don't recover the fragment…

But it was too late. The battlefield roared around him, swallowing him whole in its frenzy.