Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 139

The five demon lords frantically unleashed their magic weapons to suppress Xu Yang. Each time Xu Yang attempted to advance, they combined their terrifying attacks to force him back.

However, they gravely underestimated Xu Yang’s overwhelming combat power and overestimated the strength of their offensive strategies.

Xu Yang moved gracefully across the sky, his Supreme Yang Physique vision radiating power. Each incoming attack was obliterated by the golden ocean of light he summoned, with massive waves swallowing every strike.

Bang!

A gleaming ancient sword light, imbued with unparalleled killing intent, slashed through a gong-shaped magic weapon, shattering it into fragments.

Puff!

A figure hidden within the black mist coughed up dark blood, the acidic droplets corroding the stone ground below. His aura instantly weakened, his lifeblood weapon utterly destroyed by a casual strike from Xu Yang.

This disruption in their coordination created an opening. Xu Yang seized the opportunity, his boots glowing faintly with spiritual light as he vanished from sight. He reappeared directly before the black mist, his Four Seasons Reincarnation Art weaving dominion over the surrounding void, freezing it in place.

The demon lord within the black mist sensed the impending doom, but he was paralyzed by the oppressive power of the Four Seasons, unable to retreat. Even the demonic energy that shrouded his form began to dim.

‘What kind of skill is this?!’

Panic-stricken, he cried out, “Save me—!”

The remaining four demon lords immediately poured their power into an onslaught, desperate to rescue their ally.

Xu Yang’s indifferent voice cut through their frantic actions, “Your attack is too weak.”

His fist, radiating the unstoppable power of the Four Seasons, surged forth like a heavenly torrent breaking a dam. The energy was like an inverted Milky Way, cascading onto his target with unmatched ferocity.

Boom!

The devastating impact echoed across White Emperor City.

The figure within the black mist was obliterated, his chest pierced entirely by Xu Yang’s punch. A blood flower of death bloomed grotesquely in its wake.

“You…”

The demon lord stared at Xu Yang in disbelief, his expression frozen in terror. He couldn’t comprehend how a mere cultivator at the Divine Transformation realm could withstand the combined might of five Venerable figures—and kill one of them outright.

This sight sent shockwaves through everyone present, leaving them utterly dumbfounded.

“It’s been so little time, and Senior Xu has already killed another Demon Lord?!”

“No, isn’t the Demon Lord supposed to be unkillable? Xu just ends them like it’s nothing!”

“I was trying to recover quickly so I could assist Master Xu, but now it seems my help is unnecessary!”

One of the protectors spoke with deep emotion. Xu Yang’s earlier destruction of the Void Shattering Demon Flower had already saved their lives. If the flower had been left to scatter its pollen freely, the resulting poison—amplified by the Heaven-Sealing and Source-Locking Array—would have spelled certain death for them all.

This gratitude was etched into their hearts, yet Xu Yang’s incredible combat power left them feeling even more indebted. He had single-handedly turned the tide and slain another Demon Lord, all in front of the remaining four!

“This is inhuman!” someone murmured, awe-struck.

“Wait a second—did anyone notice? That Demon Lord looked suspiciously like the ancestor of the Wei family!”

“Suspicious? That was the ancestor of the Wei family!”

“No wonder these evil spirits could hide so easily in White Emperor City and even set up an array to mask their presence. There was a traitor among us!”

“The Wei family’s ancestor—what a disgrace! He turned his back on us to serve these demonic scum. Now that his treachery is laid bare, he’s paid the price with his life. Serves him right!”

The crowd erupted into angry discussion, their disdain for the Wei family boiling over. To them, the family’s betrayal was unforgivable—tantamount to aiding the enemy in their most treacherous schemes.

On the high platform, Jiang Haoyu overheard the furious murmurs of the crowd. His expression darkened as he turned to his personal guards and issued a cold order, “Once Master Xu eliminates the rest of these demons, the Wei family is to be purged completely. Leave no one behind.”

Although Jiang Haoyu was known for his reputation as the “gentleman of the ancient times,” this betrayal was beyond forgiveness. As vassals under the Jiang family’s protection, the Wei family had flourished, rising to become one of the five major families in White Emperor City. Instead of gratitude, they had conspired with demonic forces to plunge the Jiang family into peril.

Jiang Haoyu could vividly imagine the disaster that would have unfolded had Master Xu not intervened. The immortal clans and holy lands, enraged by the deaths of their heirs at the Heaven’s Chosen Gathering, would have unleashed their wrath upon the Jiang family, forever tarnishing their name.

The mere thought sent chills through Jiang Haoyu’s body.

“This treacherous family must be annihilated,” he muttered. Only complete destruction would ease his fury.

In the sky, the tension among the demons reached its peak.

“Palace Master, this man’s fighting power rivals that of a young Immortal Emperor. What should we do?”

“It’s obvious now—his claims weren’t exaggerated. His magic power truly seems limitless!”

“Damn it! How could such an anomaly exist?!”

Within the black fog, one of the demon lords clenched his teeth in frustration, his fury evident.

“Don’t panic!” the leader commanded sharply. “Although his power is terrifying, there’s still a way to deal with him. Hold him back. I’ll retrieve the Heavenly God’s Arm!”

With those words, the leading demon lord surged toward the direction of the Heavenly God’s Arm, not sparing another glance behind him.

His plan was clear: kill Xu Yang using the Heavenly God’s Arm, an artifact of unimaginable power.

The Heavenly God’s Arm, a relic from the temple, carried the essence of a being second only to the Immortal Emperor. Even a fragment of this god’s body was said to contain supreme might. Long ago, when the temple was besieged by the holy lands, the temple’s palace master of that generation used the God’s Leg Bone, unleashing power so overwhelming that it repelled saint-level enemies and saved the temple from annihilation.

Thus, the demon lord believed that with the Heavenly God’s Arm, defeating Xu Yang, even with his absurd power, would be inevitable.

On the Battlefield

The remaining three demon lords moved immediately to encircle Xu Yang, their magic energy surging into torrents of Heavenly Demon Lights, aimed to seal his movements and block his path.

Buzz!

Xu Yang’s divine fist tore through the air, blasting toward the trio. Yet, he showed no intention of halting the demon leader from retrieving the Heavenly God’s Arm.

Why?

Because Xu Yang had already inspected the arm with his divine sense.

When his thoughts brushed against the Heavenly God’s Arm, it didn’t radiate hostility. Instead, it emitted a peculiar emotion—a mix of humility and fear, as if a servant were bowing to its master. The arm seemed to recognize Xu Yang as a superior being.

This reaction reassured Xu Yang that the artifact posed no threat to him.

Instead, he focused his attention on dealing with the remaining demon lords.

Boom!

The power behind Xu Yang’s fist was as vast as a mountain range, unstoppable and unfathomable.

The three demon lords, already injured from their previous clash, could not withstand the strike. Like kites with severed strings, they were hurled backward, each coughing up mouthfuls of blackened blood.

Xu Yang’s figure moved like a phantom, his black hair fluttering wildly as he stepped into the void, radiating the presence of an indomitable god of war.

His gaze fell upon the demon lord coughing the most blood—a clear sign of weakness. Without hesitation, Xu Yang raised his hand, channeling an invisible yet overwhelming energy.

Boom!

The strike carried the force of mountains crashing into oceans, a power that sought to obliterate everything in its path.

Bang!

The targeted demon lord’s head exploded into a bloody mist, his face frozen in an expression of abject terror in his final moment. The gory scene of red and white splatter filled the battlefield, leaving the remaining demon lords in shock.

Another demon lord had fallen.

TN// Hmm, this feels like one of those novels where the person ends up being some bigshot immortal emperor who lost his memory or something. I feel like the author could have foreshadowed a bit better, it feels too obvious. Who knows though! Also thank you so much to sfu for the support on Kofi, it means a ton!