Strongest Villain System

"Little girl Yi Fuleiya, this cat grandpa will give you a word of advice, please don't act recklessly."    

"Master Cat, if I lose even a hair on my head, once my father suppresses the Yellow Dragon, I will definitely oppress them …"    

On the side, Yi Fuleiya and Seven Dyes stood together. Both of them had gloomy expressions on their faces, and they were filled with rage, wishing that they could hack the orange cat, Fat Tiger, into eight pieces. On the other hand, Fat Tiger looked completely fearless, as if he wasn't even afraid of the heavens or the earth.    

The cat owner was not afraid of the two girls!    

My father's sacred art is unparalleled, he's an undying genius, a mere Ancestral Dragon, it's easy to capture.    

As long as the hero King, the period of his youth should be tempered and suppressed.    

This cat was the son of that era, a peerless demon-level character that was only slightly weaker than Father.    

Today's humiliation could be considered a form of training.    

"Ah!" Damn you Fat Cat, I will pull your tendons and skin out, and your soul will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, never to reincarnate.    

"Six Paths of Reincarnation, Ancient Road of the Netherworld!"    

One of the four princes of the Great Qin Nation, the three monarchs of the underworld, the ruler of Six Paths of Reincarnation, had never received such humiliation ever since he had returned to the Great Qin Empire. Ordinary people would be bullied by her, but not by others.    

Demon King of Confusion, I am no match for you, but even you, a fat cat, dare to challenge me?    

If I don't go berserk, do you think I'm Miao Xiaoxi?    

The sky and the earth were shrouded in a hazy yellow mist, suffused with a desolate, bleak, and desolate feeling. In the depths of the ancient, dim yellow mist, a dilapidated ancient path loitered.    

"Oh my god … "Come back …"    

On the Ancient Road to the Netherworld, a faint desolate voice echoed out from within the dark yellow mist. It sounded like it was a sacrificial hymn from the heavens and earth, yet it also seemed to come from the depths of ancient times, as if it was receiving souls of the dead …    

"Lord Imperial Censor, the six power handles are not to be touched. Please reconsider."    

Yi Fuleiya's green eyes were filled with amazement. She had never expected that the Lord Ruler would actually use his six handles to open up the path to the Yellow Springs.    

Was he really going to force Fat Cat into the 18 Hells?    

Six paths of authority represented the Echelon of Life and Death. The cycle of reincarnation of all living things was not to be easily moved.    

That would cause a huge change.    

"Seven Stains." You. What do you want?    

"Don't... Don't think that you've used six handles... Elvis just... "I'll be afraid of you …"    

"Master Cat, I am from the inner world …" A matter of life and death … Not to the Six Paths … but rather, to return to the soul river … "    

"You … You. You act like this. Aren't you afraid of causing a war between the underworld and the Soul River …? "    

"Seven Stains Little Girl, Master Cat advises you to be kind, don't make a mistake …"    

The orange cat, Fat Tiger, was hanging in midair. Looking at the Ancient Road to the Netherworld, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. His attitude was no longer as tenacious as before.    

Crazy, crazy, really crazy.    

Stepping on a horse, the Four Young Masters of the Great Qin Empire were the weakest, the most cowardly, the laziest, the most gluttonous, the most lecherous, and the easiest to bully.    

Did he really eat a bat today?    

He was actually not scared anymore. Did he not know who was Mao Zedong's current backer?    

Are you not afraid that father will come back and kill all of you?    

"Dao Lord Netherworld, bring Fat Cat's soul into the eighteen level of hell, never to reincarnate."    

He tightly clenched his teeth and almost caused blood to flow out of them. If he really couldn't endure it any longer, then there was no need to endure anymore.    

great devil king, I'm no match for you and I can't afford to offend you.    

Even a mere fat cat like you dared to behave so atrociously in front of me, do you really think I don't have a temper?    

Although I am cowardly, lazy, gluttonous, and lustful, I am one of the four great young masters of the Great Qin Empire, the ruler of the thirty-six continents and the one in charge of the six great powers.    

Do you really think I'm made of paper?    

"My Lord, as you wish!"    

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk!" Living beings from the mysterious side of the world, I, ancestor, welcome you here on behalf of the Yellow Springs Society. "    

"Please allow me, ancestor, to introduce myself. I am the successor of the Ancient Road to River Styx, and also the person in charge of the River Styx Dao."    

"One of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Dao Lord Yellow Springs, Purple Robed Ancestor!"    

"A creature from the mysterious side! The Eighteen Hells are looking forward to your entry. "    

Broken, desolate, and covered in a yellow fog. An old man with a short stature, ugly beyond compare, and a vulgar smile on his face appeared in the middle of the road. He wore a tattered purple robe.    

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!    

The air of the world was truly fragrant. It was a long-lost breath of life and an endless era of humanity.    

How long, how long!    

This ancestor was born in Hongmeng, he was born in Xuanhuang!    

Witnessing the reincarnation of an event, the vicissitudes of life, and even a piece of the Endless Age, passed through that piece of blank prehistoric era which had already passed away.    

The beginning of another cycle of reincarnation, the beginning of another cycle of recovery, and finally, the final great joy of humanity.    

Four great cycles, four great sacrifices, and the loss of Dead End again and again.    

All races, worlds, worlds, civilizations either fall into depravity, or hide, or linger on the brink of death. Only your Great Qin Empire, your bloodline, can create such a civilization.    

He had never given up. One cycle after another, one cycle after another.    

One last big day, one last big time!    

Civilization finally came to an end!    

This time, all origins, all Karma, all came to an end ….    

But why didn't Ben ancestor feel it … Any of their auras …    

It had once created an extremely resplendent and glorious civilization, dominating the highest, dominating the end of eternity, submitting to all four directions, paying homage to all lands, the strongest in heaven and earth …    

Why was there not a trace of an aura? Could it be that the countless years of scheming and plotting had all been for naught in the end?    

If they weren't here …. The sacrifice of civilization.    

It was impossible to win!    

"You … You. You're yellow. Dao Lord Netherworld … From the ancient times until now … It never changed …. "The only Dao Lord of the Netherworld Kingdom …"    

Once upon a time, when a person stepped into the Soul River … Soul Suppressing River of Punch's seven great death kingdoms … Slaying the three kings of the Kingdom of Death... "    

"When the Great Qin was first established … had previously transformed into someone who guarded the Death River for three thousand eras … "    

"That Zi … "Purple Robed Ancestor …"    

"Senior!" "Although you are not in the martial arts world, there are legends about you everywhere. Even in this world, This Cat has often heard of the supreme grace of this senior."    

"It is indeed a well-deserved reputation to see senior's elegant demeanor today!"    

"Beauty and wisdom incarnate, justice and kindness coexist. Noble and beautiful Her Highness, Seven Dyes, this cat knows that he has committed a heinous crime. Ten thousand deaths is not enough to redeem him."    

"But... But you see, Ben. This cat was also forced, it's all that evil, overbearing Demon King of Confusion … "    

"Your Highness, Your Majesty the Queen, Senior! This cat does not dare to ask for mercy. I just want to see with my own eyes the grand, valiant, and handsome senior Purple Robed Ancestor before this cat goes to hell. "    

"Personally suppressing that Demon King of Confusion, we have a good look at senior's unrivalled elegance."    

"In that case, this cat will die with no regrets!"    

The orange cat, Fat Tiger, was hanging upside down, his brown pupils rolling around. His voice was filled with regret, self-blame, guilt, and he displayed an incomparable desire to survive.    

Daddy, come back quickly!    

If he doesn't come back now, his son's weight will have to be taken care of.    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]