Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 337 Blood, Blade, and Bliss (Seven Void Refinement Realm cultivators!)

Even for Bai Zihan, he knew this might be too much. But this was also a good opportunity to find out just how he fared against such a threat.

As for the fear of being killed-well, he had already survived the attack from Gou Yao, who was Bai Renʼs equivalent, so he didnʼt think that he would die easily.

So instead of fear, Bai Zihan showed excitement, which completely confused the Second Prince and the Seven Void Refinement Cultivator, who had expected him to cower in terror.

The seven attacks-which could be said to be impossible to deal with, at least for a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator-launched toward Bai Zihan.

All seven Void Refinement cultivators vanished at once-shadows flickering through the air like ghosts.

Bai Zihan immediately took out the Eternal Spirit Sword from his storage ring. ”Eternal Flowing Water Sword!”

Spears of lightning, blades of flame, and slashing winds converged toward Bai Zihan in perfect coordination.

It was the kind of assault that should have left nothing behind.

But-

Whoosh!

Bai Zihanʼs body moved, and his sword danced.

There was no burst of Qi-only stillness.

The first assassinʼs spear thrust forward with unstoppable force, aimed directly at his heart.

Yet Bai Zihanʼs sword curved softly, meeting the blow not with resistance-but with guidance.

The tip of his sword slid along the spear, redirecting it just a hairʼs breadth off-course.

That tiny motion sent the full momentum of the strike into the second attacker, who had been closing in from the left. ”-What?!”

Before the man could react, his comradeʼs spear smashed into his own chest, the impact throwing him backward.

Fortunately for him, the attacker managed to hold back at the last second, avoiding what could have been a very dangerous situation.

The third assassin seized the moment, his blade coated in dark venom, slicing downward-only for Bai Zihanʼs body to sway aside, his movement fluid and effortless, as if he had predicted it from the beginning.

The strike cut through nothing but air.

The fourth and fifth came next, attacking from above and behind-but their strikes clashed against each other as Bai Zihan twisted slightly, letting the flow of their own Qi collide in midair.

Boom!

The resulting shockwave sent dust and fragments flying, but not a single strand of Bai Zihanʼs hair was touched.

Every movement-graceful, minimal, and precise-turned his enemiesʼ overwhelming power into their own downfall.

The remaining assassins circled him again, faces grim.

They knew better than to underestimate Bai Zihan but still, that kind of technique was truly something that they had never seen. ”What kind of technique is even that?”

One couldnʼt say that it was overwhelmingly powerful but it was far from weak. After all, it managed to handle attacks from Seven Void refinement Cultivator at the same time.

Every swing, every strike they made somehow ended up feeding into his rhythm-becoming part of his current rather than disrupting it.

From the sidelines, even the Bai Clan Elders momentarily forgot their own battles, eyes wide in awe.

This wasnʼt their Bai Clan Technique but didnʼt pale in comparison. It was much better than many of them.

All seven Void Refinement experts-panting, shaken, disoriented-had failed to land a single blow.

Not one scratch.

Bai Zihan raised his gaze slightly, his crimson-gold eyes reflecting the fading light. ”Is that all?”

His tone wasnʼt arrogance-it was disappointment.

The Second Princeʼs face twisted in rage. ”What are you doing?!”

He roared, his voice breaking through the clamor of battle. ”You far outnumber him-and your cultivation is leagues above his! Stop playing around and finish him already!”

His words cracked like thunder across the battlefield.

The seven Void Refinement cultivators exchanged brief glances, their expressions turning cold.

To be ordered so brazenly by a pampered prince-one who hadnʼt even reached Spirit Severing Realm-was an insult to their pride.

But they had no time to waste arguing; their mission came first. Suppressing their irritation, they moved as one again.

Bai Zihanʼs grip on his sword tightened.

He exhaled once. Calm. Still.

The next instant-

Boom!

The ground exploded beneath him as two assassins struck from opposite sides.

Fire and lightning clashed against Bai Zihanʼs flowing movements, each deflection harder and heavier than before.

This time, they didnʼt give him room to breathe.

Their attacks came faster, sharper-each movement calculated to smother his rhythm.

For a moment, Bai Zihanʼs sword could barely keep up.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks burst in all directions as his Eternal Flowing Water Sword technique deflected each strike by the thinnest margin.

His arms trembled slightly from the sheer weight of power pressing against him.

But his expression-remained bright, almost exhilarated. ”Hah... good!”

Bai Zihan said, laughter echoing between the impacts. ”This is what I was waiting for!”

The Void Refinement experts frowned. Even when they had cornered him, Bai

Zihan was still smiling and laughing.

Bai Zihan didnʼt care about how he was being seen. He just wants to continue this exciting fight and find out his limit. ”Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!”

In an instant, his body split into nine afterimages-each one moving independently, fluid as mist and blindingly fast.

The assassinsʼ eyes widened as they lost track of his true position. Sword light streaked across the battlefield, cutting through the air like flowing comets. ”Behind-!”

One of them turned too late.

Slash!

Blood spurted from his shoulder as Bai Zihanʼs blade tore through his defense.

The man stumbled back, eyes wide with disbelief. ”Donʼt panic! His attacks arenʼt lethal to the Void Refinement Realm!”

Normally, even injuring a Void Refinement cultivator would be nearly impossible for someone at the Spirit Severing Realm-yet Bai Zihan had managed it.

Still, they thought it wasnʼt enough to kill or seriously injure them. Well, they thought that for a moment-until they realized how wrong they were.

Slash!

The one who shouted was struck next, Bai Zihanʼs sword tearing through his body almost too easily. ”What-?!” ”Thatʼs... Sword Intent! Damn it! He comprehended Sword Intent!” ”Heʼs down! Donʼt let your guard down like him!”

Though shocked as they have lost one of their comrades, the remaining six didnʼt panic.

Instead, they became more cautious-but not afraid.

Bai Zihan didnʼt care about anything. He only wanted to keep fighting until the winner was decided.

Slash! Slash!

Two more attacks landed, shallow cuts-but enough to draw blood.

The assassins retaliated in unison, channeling their full might.

The battlefield erupted.

Firestorms, lightning whips, and crushing winds tore apart the ground, consuming the afterimages one after another-until finally, one of the attacks struck true.

Boom!

A powerful explosion engulfed Bai Zihan. Dust and flame surged skyward. ”Got him!”

One of them hissed, eyes narrowing.

But when the smoke cleared-

Bai Zihan stood there.

His robes were torn, blood trickling from his arm and mouth, his breathing uneven. Yet his eyes burned brighter than ever, a wild grin tugging at his lips. ”Finally,” he said hoarsely. ”Now itʼs getting interesting”

The assassins stiffened.

There was no fear in Bai Zihan. Not even pain-only excitement. ”Heʼs smiling... even while burning. What kind of madman is he?”

The others who were fighting couldnʼt help but glance toward Bai Zihanʼs battle -and they couldnʼt believe what they were seeing.

This was the same for the Bai Clan members.

Some were seeing Bai Zihan fight for the first time, while others-though they had witnessed his strength before-were equally stunned by his power and recklessness.

However, worry still crept into their hearts.

Perhaps this madness was just an act to appear strong, and they knew they had to help their young master.

Bai Zihan lunged again, faster than before, each swing heavier, more reckless- but also more unpredictable.

His sword no longer flowed like calm water-it roared like a raging river. They fought back desperately, but the momentum had shifted. Even wounded, Bai Zihan pressed harder, his intent alone suppressing them.

Every time they struck, he countered with equal madness, willing to take a wound if it meant landing one in return.

Clang!

One of the assassinsʼ blades shattered under the pressure of his strike, blood spraying from his chest.

Another screamed as Bai Zihanʼs sword sliced across his thigh, crippling him instantly. ”Keep going! His recklessness will be his downfall!”

After all, as the injuries piled up, Bai Zihanʼs body would eventually reach its limit.

The Second Prince, watching from afar, also smiled as Bai Zihanʼs previous elegance was now drowned in red.

He too believed it was only a matter of time before Bai Zihan fell.

Bai Zihanʼs sword gleamed again, stained with both his blood and theirs. ”Come on!”

He roared, spiritual energy exploding outward, forcing them back. ”Hahaha... we wonʼt stop until one of us is dead.”

And despite the wounds carving across his body, his laughter echoed through the battlefield-wild, fearless, and unstoppable.

It wasnʼt the sound of a man cornered.

It was the sound of someone alive-burning with the thrill of battle.

Even the assassins felt a chill in their hearts.

He was wounded. Outnumbered. Weaker in cultivation.

Yet it didnʼt feel like Bai Zihan was fighting to survive-

But rather, fighting for enjoyment.