Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate

Chapter 209: Refusing to Surrender

Upon sensing the unmistakable aura of the Wood Dao radiating from Jiang Chen, Fang Yuan was initially stunned.

’Again... it’s happening again!?’

But soon, his rigid expression softened, giving way to an odd look of relief. ’Yes, this can’t be real. I must be dreaming... Ah, thank the heavens, it’s all just a dream!’

Convinced that this was nothing more than a nightmare, Fang Yuan clung desperately to his delusion. His mind sought comfort in the thought that none of this was real.

’These kinds of dreams shouldn’t keep happening... they’re too distressing!’ he mused, determined to break free. ’I just need to wake up... wake up!!’

Without hesitation, he reached down and pinched the inner part of his thigh—hard, too hard.

Stab!

His fingers sank through his flesh, piercing the skin and digging into the tender tissue beneath. Blood spurted out, soaking his groin area in a spreading stain of bright red.

"Aagh—!" The sharp pain tore through him, dragging a scream from his throat. His eyes widened in sheer terror. ’It hurts... it hurts so much! This... this isn’t a dream!’

In that horrifying moment, Fang Yuan snapped out of his daze, the painful reality crashing down upon him. Everything unfolding before his eyes was real.

Panic twisted into fury, cracking his composure wide open. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came—his voice had abandoned him, swallowed by the sheer weight of disbelief.

A crushing sense of defeat settled in his chest, as if a heavy club had struck him, shattering the last remnants of his self-assurance. The throbbing pain from his wound only echoed the torment gnawing at his heart, relentless and cold.

While Fang Yuan wallowed in his own miserable world of despair, Jiang Chen, feeling his battle strength had reached its peak, pondered his next move.

The beast’s three massive heads loomed, towering over him, each maw stretching impossibly wide, nearly at a full 180-degree angle. Its crimson mouths revealed rows of snow-white fangs, elongated and razor-sharp, layered in dense concentric circles. The sight alone sent an involuntary chill down the spine of even seasoned warriors.

As the three-headed python bellowed, venom sprayed from its jaws, misting the air and drenching the ground. The thick aura of Demonic Spiritual Qi surged in all directions, suffocating the battlefield.

Worse still, the Dao of Poison permeated the surroundings, thick and oppressive. In the blink of an eye, the once clear sky was swallowed by a thick, foreboding darkness, the very atmosphere tainted with an overwhelming sense of decay.

Sensing his opponent preparing to strike, Jiang Chen’s Dao Origin Power surged wildly within him, a torrent of energy ready to be unleashed. In an instant, he invoked one of the ninety-nine moves from the Heaven Sundering Prismatic Sword Technique. His form began to meld with the darkness around him, seamlessly vanishing from his original position.

At that exact moment, the three massive heads of the Dao Comprehension realm three-headed demonic python whipped through the air, carrying with them the force of an unstoppable hurricane. They swept violently through the space Jiang Chen had just vacated, leaving nothing but a rippling distortion in their wake.

The landscape itself seemed to warp under the force, as if space had been shaken by the sheer power of the three-headed python’s strike.

But the attack found only emptiness.

In the same breath, Jiang Chen’s nearly ethereal silhouette reappeared atop the back of the colossal beast. He moved like a wraith, colorless and elusive. His long sword, now a dazzling bolt of lightning, flashed with ruthless precision. It pierced through the narrow gap in the three-headed python’s tough scales, embedding deep within its flesh.

Boom!

The explosive power of the Sword Dao, combined with the swiftness of the Wind Dao and a trace of the nurturing strength of the Wood Dao, erupted in a single devastating heartbeat.

Roarrr―! Roarrr―! Roarrr―!!

The three-headed demonic python let out a bone-rattling cry, its furious roars echoing across the battlefield as a massive, bloody cavity was torn into its back. The wound was ghastly, pouring forth a torrent of foul-smelling blood—red mixed with a deep, inky black.

The blood sprayed high into the air, darkening the skies as it rained down in foul streams. Wherever it touched, the earth withered and decayed. The once-vibrant forest below was instantly corroded, transformed into a festering swamp, the poison seeping into the soil and twisting the land into a nightmarish landscape.