Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 140

Under the overwhelming power of Xu Yang’s Four Seasons Reincarnation Art, another demon lord was obliterated, leaving nothing behind—not even a scream. His existence was erased, dust to dust, ashes to ashes, as if he had never walked the mortal realm.

The demon lords had meticulously planned their conquest of White Emperor City, deploying the peerless poison of the Void Shattering Demon Flower to incapacitate the protectors. In their eyes, this would leave the city defenseless—a perfect harvest ground for their dark ambitions.

What they didn’t account for was Xu Yang.

With his Supreme Yang Physique, Xu Yang’s combat prowess was unparalleled. He wielded the Great Sun Vision to suppress all attacks, his figure towering like an invincible god of war. In a single battle, he had already annihilated half of the six temple messengers wielding purple cards.

For the remaining demons, terror was the only word that could describe their feelings.

“Stop him! Hold him back until the Palace Master retrieves the God’s Arm! Then this man will surely die!”

One demon lord cloaked in black fog desperately shouted for support, his voice thick with panic. Yet, his companions chose betrayal over loyalty, fleeing toward their leader without a second thought.

“You traitors!”

Before he could curse further, Xu Yang had closed the distance. The demon lord frantically summoned a blood curtain using his magic weapon, hoping to delay the inevitable.

But Xu Yang’s sword light, brimming with celestial intent, was unstoppable. It tore through the blood curtain as if it were paper, obliterating the demon lord’s defenses.

In desperation, the demon lord hurled his remaining magic weapons at Xu Yang, hoping to salvage his life.

Wave Light Shattering Mirror… Shattered!

Four Absolute Demon Swords… Shattered!

Demon Refining Banner… Shattered!

Each attack was met with devastating divine rays from Xu Yang’s eyes—like twin suns scorching the void. Every magic weapon crumbled to dust, leaving the demon lord defenseless.

“No…!”

His plea for mercy turned into a scream as Xu Yang’s overwhelming energy obliterated his body. Red mist filled the air as his flesh and bones were reduced to nothing.

The final demon lord turned pale as he witnessed his companion’s swift demise. In sheer terror, he screamed, “Palace Master, save me!!!”

Fueled by fear, his body summoned an unexpected surge of mana, propelling him toward his leader, who had now retrieved the God’s Arm.

Temple Master Luo Wulie, now holding the God’s Arm, radiated a terrifying aura. Turning to his subordinate, Luxing, he commanded, “Hold him back. I’ll deal with this man myself. You lead the others to harvest the origins!”

Luxing nodded solemnly. Without hesitation, he vanished into the void with the temple’s messengers, issuing orders:

“All temple envoys, follow me! Begin the harvest of origins!”

The temple’s blue-card envoys, wielding their Demon Refining Banners, launched an assault on the weakened monks. But Xu Yang’s earlier victory had ignited hope among the crowd. Fear was replaced by courage, and the gathered cultivators roared with defiance:

“Who cares about their Demon Refining Banners? Tear them apart!”

“They rely on those cursed banners. Without them, they’re nothing!”

“Brothers, there are tens of thousands of us and only a few hundred of them. Do you think they can harvest us all?”

“Kill!”

When one person is fearless, they can spill their own blood.

When tens of thousands are fearless, they can tear down gods.

The deputy lord Luxing led the blue-card envoys in a direct assault on the protectors and descendants of the immortal clans. Though some protectors were still weak from the poison, many had recovered enough strength to retaliate.

One figure stood out: Old Tian, whose cultivation remained in the Venerable Realm. With his strength, he fearlessly confronted the deputy temple lord, engaging in a battle that shook the void.

“Your death is coming!”

Luo Wulie’s expression was grim, his voice colder than ice, laced with an undeniable killing intent.

The loss of four purple-carded envoys from the Holy Hall—due to his negligence—was a monumental setback. The temple’s vitality had been severely damaged, and recovery would take untold years. Rage boiled within him, and he silently vowed to trap Xu Yang’s soul in the Soul-Refining Banner, torturing it with holy fire for a hundred years to appease his hatred!

Xu Yang, unfazed, took a deliberate step forward. His gaze bore down on Luo Wulie like a hawk watching its prey.

“Come, kill me,” Xu Yang said calmly, his lips curling into a faint smile.

Luo Wulie met Xu Yang’s gaze, only to see amusement where there should have been fear. It was as though every move Luo Wulie would make was already foreseen, as if he were a mere pawn being toyed with.

The humiliation and disdain ignited a violent fury in the temple master.

“Arrogant!” Luo Wulie roared. “I will refine you into the banner and roast you with holy fire for a hundred years to relieve my hatred!”

In a fit of rage, Luo Wulie slashed his palm, allowing dark devil blood to spill onto the God Arm. The ancient limb seemed to come alive, pulsating with an ominous rhythm. Veins appeared on its surface, glowing faintly, and an evil aura began to spread like wildfire.

At the same time, the Heaven-Sealing and Source-Locking Array that enshrouded White Emperor City trembled violently. Countless evil spirits surged from all directions, coalescing into a massive tornado of demonic energy that spiraled toward the God Arm.

The infusion of evil energy birthed a monstrous presence.

A shadow began to emerge from the God Arm, swelling rapidly as if feeding on the influx of malevolent energy. Within moments, it had grown to a towering height of over a thousand feet, its form shrouded in darkness.

Though its features were blurred, the presence it exuded was suffocating—a dreadful evil that chilled the hearts of all who beheld it.

“Who has called me?”

A deep, guttural voice resonated from the shadow, carrying the weight of ancient and malicious laws. The voice rippled through the void, causing endless distortions. Even the earth trembled beneath its might.

The battlefield froze.

The protectors and cultivators fighting against the temple’s envoys felt the sky darken above them. Their gazes instinctively turned upward, and what they saw rooted them in place.

A shadow, taller than the heavens, loomed over the city like a harbinger of doom. Fear gripped their hearts, paralyzing them.

“What… what is that?”

“It’s the Heavenly Demon Thought!” a protector exclaimed, his voice trembling. “The evil spirits summoned it!”

Old Tian, locked in combat with a demon envoy, repelled his opponent with a surge of his magic mountain technique. When his eyes fell upon the monstrous shadow, regret filled his heart.

“How could I have overlooked this!”

As a disciple of the Immortal Mountain, Old Tian understood the terrible nature of the Heavenly Demon Thought. Once summoned, it was nearly impossible to contain. Capable of slaughtering even those in the Mahayana Realm, it was a calamity unlike any other.

He made a desperate decision.

“No matter what, Fellow Daoist Xu must not die! Only he can save the young lady and lead her out of this!”

With steely resolve, Old Tian charged toward Xu Yang, his heart carrying the weight of a final stand.

A cruel laugh echoed across the battlefield as Wang Luxing, the deputy temple master, blocked Old Tian’s path.

“Hehehe… You want to help him? Foolish! Under the Heavenly Demon Thought, not only will he die, but all of you will die!”

Demonic energy churned around Wang Luxing as he unleashed his full power to stall Old Tian. Though Old Tian’s strength surpassed his, the poison from the earlier skirmish had left him weakened. Wang Luxing’s interference was enough to prevent him from reaching Xu Yang.

“Lord God, I called you out!”

Luo Wulie looked up at the towering shadow with a fanatical gleam in his eyes. His tone was humble, his demeanor that of a devoted worshipper kneeling before their deity.

“I am your most loyal servant, Luo Wulie!”

The shadow’s monstrous figure seemed to grow darker as its eyes, like voids in the fabric of existence, swept over Luo Wulie.

“Why did you call me out?”

The black shadow’s eerie and oppressive voice echoed through the void. It carried an indescribable malevolence that sent chills through the souls of those nearby.

“Lord God!” Luo Wulie’s voice trembled, his excitement almost palpable. “You are on the cusp of resurrection! I wanted to offer this man’s soul as a tribute to herald your rebirth, but he has blocked me at every turn!

“Of the five loyal servants who served under you, four have perished at his hands!” Luo Wulie pointed toward Xu Yang with trembling hands, his tone filled with grievance and desperation. “Please, Lord God, destroy this abomination!”

The shadow, Heavenly Demon Thought, turned its gaze toward the figure Luo Wulie was pointing at.

The moment it saw Xu Yang, its eyes quaked violently. For several long seconds, the air was thick with an oppressive silence.

Luo Wulie, sensing the lack of action, grew puzzled. Bowing even lower, he ventured cautiously, “Lord Heavenly Demon…”

“Shut up!”

The sudden command exploded from Heavenly Demon Thought like a thunderclap. Its tone, dripping with anger and fear, caused Luo Wulie to flinch.

“I am not your ‘Lord God’—and you, a worm like you, are not my servant!”

The shadow’s aura visibly recoiled, as if suppressing an overwhelming urge to prostrate itself before Xu Yang. The very presence of the man radiated an oppressive energy that rendered the pseudo-demon weak, like a cornered beast in front of a predator.

“Lord Heavenly Demon! My family has served the temple for generations—” Luo Wulie began to plead, his voice filled with panic.

“I said, shut up!”

Heavenly Demon Thought’s roar was deafening, and the power of evil laws materialized in its hand. Black fog surged, manifesting an abyssal force that twisted the fabric of reality itself. Without hesitation, it unleashed this destructive power upon Luo Wulie.

“Ahhh!!!”

Luo Wulie’s scream echoed briefly before his body shattered like fragile porcelain. His remains turned to dust, swept away by the dark winds.

He died with confusion in his eyes, never comprehending why the being his family had worshipped for generations had destroyed him without hesitation.

After eliminating Luo Wulie, Heavenly Demon Thought’s towering figure stood silently for a moment before declaring, “I have never been resurrected!”

Without further explanation, it burned its own law power, its massive form shrinking rapidly. The evil energy that had blanketed White Emperor City evaporated entirely as the shadow consumed itself.

In mere moments, Heavenly Demon Thought collapsed, vanishing into the void. The God Arm, the object that had summoned it, was reduced to ash, leaving no trace of its existence.

The dark clouds of demonic energy dissipated entirely, revealing the sunlit sky once more.

Xu Yang gazed at the now-vanished demon shadow with calm eyes. He knew that Heavenly Demon Thought had feared him and fled, destroying all evidence of its presence in the process.

The final words it left—”I have never been resurrected”—were, in Xu Yang’s estimation, a plea for mercy.

This pseudo-demon had shown its weakness.

“Interesting,” Xu Yang mused, glancing at the charred remains of the demon arm. A hint of regret flickered in his eyes.

To him, the God Arm was akin to the Void Shattering Demon Flower—poison to others, but nectar to him. The demonic energy it contained could have been of great benefit to his cultivation.

“It’s a shame,” Xu Yang muttered, shaking his head. “You dared to destroy my treasure? I’ll remember this!”

Setting aside his regret, Xu Yang turned his attention to the high platform, where Old Tian was locked in fierce combat with the last surviving Demon Lord.

This was the sole remaining threat among the six Demon Lords. If he took care of this one, the battle would be over.

Golden light surged around Xu Yang as his Supreme Yang Physique exuded a supreme aura of dominance. His black hair fluttered wildly in the air as he prepared to unleash his full power.

With a single step, Xu Yang propelled himself toward the remaining Demon Lord, his body radiating the purest and most yang energy in existence.