Strongest Villain System

"Ah!"    

"Smelly brat, you're pissing me off!"    

"How dare you hang on to my strings! Vile creature, vile creature, this is truly the misfortune of my sect!"    

"Good, good, good. If you want to torture me, then go ahead! I don't care anymore. I'll just accompany that dogshit Hun Dun to hell!"    

"The path of all living things, the dog shit path of all living things. If I can't get through it, I will have to clean up the mess."    

On the golden sandy beach, there was a skinny elder wearing a pair of shorts and a flowery shirt. He was furious and kicked the sand in front of him away.    

"Teacher, why are you so angry now?"    

"Who dares to provoke you?"    

"Why don't I go and help you vent your anger?"    

At this moment, a beautiful girl with golden wavy hair walked over with a fruit plate in her hand. She was wearing a pure white casual outfit, but it was hard for her to hide her pretty figure.    

"It's fine!"    

"It's just some little bastard..."    

"Whatever, let's not talk about it anymore. Go and do what you need to do."    

"I just want to be alone."    

The old man put on his sunglasses again and laid down on the chair under the parasol. I have taken in a few disciples in my life, but none of them have made me worry!    

It's not a little bastard who is worrying.    

It's the black-hearted little bastard.    

Or it's the bastard who kills me every day.    

"Teacher, don't forget to eat the fruit plate!"    

"They can definitely poison you to death."    

"As long as you die, I will inherit everything."    

The blonde beauty left the plate of fruits behind and left with an alluring smile, as if she had never appeared.    

"Black-hearted little bastard!"    

"You guys are still far from being able to poison your master to death."    

"The sect is unfortunate, unfortunate!"    

"The sect is unfortunate, unfortunate! Each and every one of them is the Lord of the Paramita, and none of them have ever stopped."    

"Let's fight! Let's fight! Let's fight! Let's go to their heads and beat them into dog heads."    

"Stinking brat, don't die too soon. The position of master is still waiting for you to come back and inherit it."    

The old man grabbed the plate of fruits and started to eat. He didn't care if he would die on the spot or not. He didn't have any temper for these vile creatures anyway. He just let them do whatever they wanted!    

Suddenly, a strange light descended, and the old man was sucked into it. His figure disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was in a dark hall. There were seven huge chairs around an oval table, and each chair was occupied by a different figure.    

"I say, you old bastards, not long after the last council, there's going to be another one."    

"What is it!? Every time it's held, I see your heads quarreling like a dog's."    

"This is a bunch of f * cking trivial matters, can't you let me have some peace and quiet at all?"    

"It's best if there's something important. Otherwise, I'm going to leave."    

The old man just sat there casually. It was a sharp contrast to the seriousness of the six figures in the room.    

"Old thing, don't pretend to be dumb with us. The history of the Primal Chaos Zone 17 has been fluctuating seven hundred times, and each time, the peak value exceeds the warning line."    

"The Primal Chaos Zone is under your control, so why didn't you report it?"    

"We've sent seven investigative teams to the Primal Chaos Zone, but all of them lost contact with us."    

"Old thing, what the hell are you doing in the Origin Void?"    

"Today, if you don't give us a reasonable explanation, I'm going to wipe out Zone 17 myself."    

A figure stood on the 3rd seat, and an extremely handsome youth could be vaguely seen, but the elder was filled with doubt.    

"3rd, pay attention to what you say!"    

"Number 7, if there isn't a reasonable explanation for this."    

"Number seven, if there is no reasonable explanation for this, then we will vote according to the convention."    

"Flatten the Primal Chaos Zone No. 17."    

The figure that represented number one was an elder with white hair and a white beard, but his face was extremely serious. They were all existences above the Lord of the Paramita, and they were also the seven supreme beings of the higher dimensions, each of them supervising all changes in time, fate, causality, the universe, matter, energy.    

"Number 7, we need a reasonable explanation."    

"Number Seven, please elaborate!"    

"Number Seven, speak!"    

"No. Seven, your explanation."    

The rest of the seats spoke up. After all, the Primal Void was the most special existence, especially Chaos 17, which had always been the focus of supervision.    

"Explanation my ass!"    

"I don't have anything to explain. Whoever wants to wipe it out can go ahead."    

"But don't blame me for not warning you in advance. I won't take responsibility for any consequences."    

"Don't you guys have any idea what kind of place Chaos Area No. 17 is?"    

"None of you wanted to take the territory when we divided it. You forced it into my hands."    

"In the endless years, has the No. 17 Chaos Zone exceeded the historical cordon very few times?"    

"Just over nine hundred times. I remember that in the era of No. 3's management, there is an average of over three thousand five hundred fluctuations every hundred years. Why didn't you say so yourself, and now you're even blaming me."    

"I will say the same thing again. You guys go ahead. If anything goes wrong, I won't take any responsibility."    

The old man acted like he didn't care at all. He acted like he didn't care at all. He just wanted to kill the old man.    

Six investigative teams, huh?    

They seemed to have all been wiped out by that stinky brat!    

That stinking brat had gone too far with the warning line that he had set over 900 times.    

Forget it. I'll cover it for you, and when the day comes when I can no longer cover it, don't blame me for pushing you out to take the blame. It's a tradition for our disciples to screw with their masters, and it's a tradition for our masters to screw with their disciples.    

A master who doesn't trick his disciples is not a good repairman.    

Disciple, take it easy!    

"You..."    

"One, take a look at the attitude of Number Seven. He's messing with us every day."    

" He always prevaricates us with this reason. "    

"Number Seven, do you really think I don't dare?"    

"I'm going to vote for him now. Those who support him, please raise your hand."    

No. 3 was so angry that his face changed color. Now, he could only use the power of the Supreme Council to pressure them. The No. 17 chaos area must be wiped out. There were too many existences that could cause chaos on the other side.    

"Seconded!"    

"I agree!"    

"Agreed!"    

"Sure!"    

Of the seven, four of them had voted officially, but neither one nor the other had said a word, but the third was pleased because five had passed, which meant the plan was feasible.    

"I disagree, one vote or else!"    

"Origin Void, Primal Chaos Zone No. 17 cannot be treated in such a rough manner."    

"Number Seven, I'll give you one hundred years to investigate. I hope that you can give me a reasonable explanation in the next meeting."    

"Everyone, no one is allowed to get close to the 17 chaos zone until the results are out."    

"Violators will be expelled from parliament!"    

Old man number one looked at number 7 with a thoughtful expression. No matter what he did in secret, a hundred years was enough for him to clean up the mess.    

The old man didn't seem to be serious. If he really got rid of him, no one in the Origin Void would be able to suppress him.    

At the very least, he managed the most chaotic areas very well.    

Sometimes, he would make mistakes, but that was still forgivable.    

"He is nothing at all every day. F * ck him!"    

"Fine! A hundred years it is."    

"I will explain it to you in the next meeting."    

The seventh old man vanished in an instant, and when he was back on the beach, he unconsciously wiped his sweat. You're the last hundred years of your life, you bastard, and if you still can't find your way, then I'll have to force you to return to your place...    

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