Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 399 Bai Zihan Vs Great Ascension Demonic Elder!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Sword and palm collided repeatedly, the sound ringing like divine bells struck in rapid succession.

Each clash tore space apart, shockwaves flattening everything within a hundred meters.

Demonic cultivators caught too close were pulverized into mist before they could even scream.

Bai Zihan had been fighting the Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder for quite some time.

The Demonic Elderʼs expression hardened. ”So fast!”

Although he clearly held the upper hand in almost every aspect, Bai Zihanʼs speed was something he found unexpectedly troublesome-even for himself.

Still, it wasnʼt something he couldnʼt handle. ”Blood Nether Annihilation Palm!”

He unleashed his Earth-Grade technique.

A colossal palm projection descended, carrying the power of a Great Ascension Realm cultivator-absolute, tyrannical, crushing.

Bai Zihanʼs pupils contracted. ”Eternal Flowing Water Sword!”

BOOM!!!

The impact sent Bai Zihan flying backward. His feet plowed two deep trenches through the ground before he barely managed to stabilize himself.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Despite that, Bai Zihan wasnʼt surprised.

He had known from the start that dealing with a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder would not be easy.

To be injured only to this extent-it could already be considered very good.

The Demonic Elder laughed harshly. ”Good! Very good! You survived my Blood Nether Annihilation Palm!”

He stepped forward again, pressure mounting with every step. ”But how many more can you take?”

The Chu Clan watched in horror. ”Heʼs not holding back!” ”Why hasnʼt any Great Ascension Realm cultivator from our side come to help?!”

Chu Ziyan was still fighting Soul Formation Demonic Cultivators, but she couldnʼt help worrying about Bai Zihan.

She wanted to help-but she knew her place. She couldnʼt even properly deal with Mo Tianji, much less a Great Ascension Realm cultivator.

Even Spirit Severing Realm cultivators would only become a burden in a battle at this level.

Perhaps if it was someone like Bai Zihan-

But the chance of encountering another monster like him was almost zero.

Seeing Bai Zihan stagger, the Demonic Elder thought he had finally gained the upper hand. (To think I would struggle this much to kill a Spirit Severing Realm... No wonder heʼs on the priority kill list.)

Although he appeared arrogant, he was keenly aware of the truth.

To fight him to this extent-Bai Zihan was a monster beyond reason.

Moreover, Blood Nether Annihilation Palm was not a technique that could be used repeatedly. It consumed enormous Qi and required preparation.

If this dragged on, even he could be exhausted.

The Demonic Elder lunged again.

CLANG!

Sword and palm collided once more, Demonic Qi and Sword Intent exploding outward in a violent spiral.

Palm after palm fell like collapsing mountains, each strike heavy enough to crush a Spirit Severing cultivator into paste.

The ground cracked, sank, and collapsed beneath them, unable to withstand the pressure of their clash.

Yet Bai Zihan did not retreat further.

He blocked, parried and countered.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Despite the blood staining his robes, Bai Zihanʼs movements remained steady- terrifyingly so.

The Demonic Elder frowned.

He had seen countless geniuses.

He had crushed countless so-called monsters before they could mature.

But this-this made no sense.

He had injured Bai Zihan.

Yet Bai Zihan fought as if nothing was wrong, as if pain did not exist.

Whatʼs more, he noticed that the injuries Bai Zihan had suffered earlier seemed to have already healed, as though they had never existed. ”What kind of body is that...?”

The Demonic Elder muttered, irritation and disbelief seeping into his voice.

Bai Zihan stepped forward instead of retreating.

His sword flashed.

Slash!

The Demonic Elder was forced to pull back, Demonic Qi surging to reinforce his defenses as a thin line of blood appeared across his forearm.

Bai Zihan exhaled slowly, his gaze sharp and calm.

Despite fighting with Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder, he wasnʼt just paying attention to him.

Bai Zihan could sense Bai Ren fighting the Half-Qilin. That alone told him everything he needed to know about the battlefield. (The battlefield has entered a critical phase.)

He understood seeing that Bai Ren used the Saint-Grade Sword and fighting the Leader of Demonic Beasts. (Iʼd love to end this quickly... but it isnʼt that easy.)

Unlike Demonic Beasts, the Demonic Elder did not charge recklessly.

And despite being arrogant and confident, this Demonic Elder was not overcommitting-he still remained cautious.

In fact, dealing with a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivator was even more troublesome than fighting the Voidstep Razerhorn.

But-

He wasnʼt fast. Not nearly as fast as the Voidstep Razerhorn.

So landing attacks on him wasnʼt as difficult as it was on Voidstep Razerhorn.

Bai Zihan only needed a bit of space-an opening-to accumulate Qi and unleash the Fate-Severing Slash. ”Where are you looking?!”

The Demonic Elder lunged forward, killing intent surging wildly as he noticed

Bai Zihanʼs attention drift.

He attacked relentlessly.

Palm after palm descended without pause-heavy, violent, merciless-cach strike flowing seamlessly into the next.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The battlefield shook as though an entire mountain range were being smashed into the earth repeatedly.

The pressure was suffocating.

The Demonic Elder gave Bai Zihan no room to breathe. ”Die!”

He pressed closer, faster, his attacks overlapping, driving Bai Zihan back step by step. ”Eternal Flowing Water Sword!”

Bai Zihan responded calmly.

Sword intent flowed like a boundless river-every strike absorbed, redirected, softened.

CLANG!

Force surged-and dispersed.

Another palm fell.

CLANG!

Again, the impact flowed away, diverted into the ground, into the air, into nothingness.

No matter how violent the assault, Bai Zihan remained unbroken.

The Demonic Elderʼs brows twitched. (Why isnʼt he collapsing?!)

He pushed harder, believing Bai Zihan must be at his limit.

He forced more power into his strikes, ignoring the strain, ignoring the backlash. ”Break!”

CLANG!!!

The collision shook both of them.

For the first time-

The Demonic Elderʼs breathing faltered.

Just a fraction.

His Qi circulation stuttered for an instant under the accumulated strain.

And Bai Zihan saw it. !!! ”Chance!”

Bai Zihanʼs eyes sharpened. ”Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!”

His figure split.

Nine shadows appeared, each radiating genuine sword intent, each movement perfectly synchronized yet subtly distinct.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with flashing blades.

Nine Bai Zihans attacked from every angle-above, below, left, right-sword light weaving into a suffocating

The Demonic Elder snorted coldly. ”Hmph!”

Demonic Qi surged violently. ”Iʼve already seen through this technique of yours,” he said with disdain. ”Bai Zihan, youʼre merely delaying your inevitable death.”

His eyes flicked rapidly between the shadows, perception expanding as Demonic Qi spread across his pupils.

Palm strikes lashed out.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

One shadow shattered.

Then another.

Demonic Qi tore through sword light, dispersing projections one after another.

But-

The Demonic Elderʼs brows furrowed. (Where is he?)

The shadows were too real.

Each carried enough presence to force him to respond seriously. Even destroying them required effort-effort he could not afford to waste.

At that moment-

Behind the collapsing shadows-

Bai Zihan stood completely still.

Utterly motionless.

His sword was drawn back.

Qi surged.

Every drop of Qi, every trace of sword intent, every ounce of will was gathered.

The world seemed to slow.

Bai Zihanʼs gaze locked onto the elderʼs back. ”Fate Severing Slash!”

The sword descended.

Then-

BOOM--!!!

The air split.

Space itself screamed.

A thin, absolute line carved through the battlefield, erasing everything in its path.

The Demonic Elderʼs eyes widened in pure terror. ”What-?!”

He roared as Demonic Qi exploded outward. Heaven-Grade defensive artifacts activated one after another in desperation.

Layers of protection unfolded.

A barrier shattered.

Then another.

His palm came up in a final defense, Qi burning violently as he sacrificed everything to survive.

CRACK!

The slash struck.

Blood exploded.

The Demonic Elder was sent flying like a broken puppet, crashing into the earth miles away.

When the dust settled-the Demonic Elder lay in a massive crater, his body twisted, armor shattered, blood pouring uncontrollably from his mouth and chest.

His Demonic Qi was in chaos.

His aura flickered wildly.

One arm hung limp.

His chest was split open, a horrifying wound that refused to close-fate itself resisting his regeneration.

Shock!

Panic!

Fearl

All flashed across his face. (I... I almost died.)

If not for his Heaven-Grade artifacts-

If not for that final, desperate defense-

He would have been obliterated.

His breathing turned ragged.

Blood continued to spill.

He looked up. Bai Zihan stood at the edge of the crater, sword lowered, breathing slightly heavy-but his eyes were calm.

The Demonic Elderʼs heart sank.

For the first time since stepping onto the battlefield-

He felt genuine terror.

Bai Zihan stepped forward.

Each step echoed like a death knell.

The Demonic Elder struggled to rise, his body trembling violently as blood continued to spill from his mouth.

Bai Zihan raised his sword. ”This ends here!”

Fear finally overwhelmed the Demonic Elderʼs eyes. ”W-Wait-!”

Before the sword could fall- ”Kekeke...”

A hoarse, chilling laugh echoed across the battlefield.

The air twisted.

Two terrifying auras descended simultaneously.

BOOM! BOOM!

The ground shattered as two figures appeared beside the crater, Demonic Qi surging like tidal waves.

Two more Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders.

One was hunched and skeletal, his eyes glowing an eerie green. The other stood tall, his body wrapped in dense demonic runes that pulsed like living veins. ”Kekeke... what an unexpected harvest,” the skeletal elder crooned, eyes fixed on Bai Zihan. ”A young prey,” the second elder added coldly, gaze sharp as a blade. ”Who wouldʼve thought youʼd push one of us to this state?”

The injured Demonic Elderʼs face twisted with relief and humiliation. ”S-Save me-!”

Bai Zihan stopped. (This is troublesome!)