Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 412 Sword Turned Against Great Ascension Realm

Bai Zihan stood amidst the chaos below, robes fluttering calmly as blood splashed across the earth around him.

If nothing unexpected happens, Bai Zihan thought calmly, today should be the last day of this war.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the sky.

Bai Ren.

Bai Chu.

The Grand Elders.

Once Fate Severing Slash was truly grasped-even imperfectly-it was still a Saint-Grade Technique.

Someone like Mó Zün or the Half-Qilin...

They should be killed if the technique lands.

That confidence wasnʼt arrogance.

It was a certainty.

So Bai Zihan thought that today might be the last day of the war between Desolate Heaven Empire and the Demonic Forces.

Bai Zihan didnʼt wait. He stepped forward-and the slaughter began.

Since it might be the last day, he should farm as many Points as he could. But it was difficult when all his opponents knew how to run away.

Grade-9 Demonic Beasts seemed to know that fighting him was pointless and would rather avoid him, just like those Demonic Cultivators.

They could run, but it didnʼt matter-Bai Zihan could catch them easily, so running only delayed the inevitable.

After slaughtering another group of Demonic Beasts, he searched for more when he spotted Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators. (Should I start killing them?)

Bai Zihan thought.

The rewards they gave were truly great, and now that he was much stronger, perhaps he should.

Those Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were avoiding him, and farming Points were being affected.

Not to mention, it wasnʼt like before when he had needed to fight the Three Great Ascension Demonic Elders by himself.

He could sneak-attack the Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators who were currently fighting others.

Moreover, this might be the last chance that he could do so. ”Hmm... letʼs do that!”

Bai Zihan decided.

Whoosh!

He had already set his sights on one of the Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.

He was currently fighting Bai Feng in a very close battle.

They were the closest Great Ascension Realm fight, and hence the first target of Bai Zihan.

Whoosh! Whoosh-!

The Demonic Elder didnʼt notice Bai Zihan at first.

His entire focus was locked onto Bai Feng,

Blades clashed at close range, Qi and Demonic Qi grinding violently against each other.

Bai Feng pressed forward relentlessly, sharp and unwavering, leaving the Demonic Elder no room to breathe.

He was already at his limit.

Every exchange pushed him closer to collapse.

Then-

Something changed.

A faint chill crept up the Demonic Elderʼs spine.

Within thirty meters.

His pupils contracted violently. (Intruder?!)

He turned just enough to glimpse Bai Zihan cutting through the battlefield like a silent blade.

Bai Zihan!

Instant panic erupted. (Eh?! What is that monster doing here?!)

Facing Bai Feng alone was already a struggle. Adding Bai Zihan into the mix meant only one thing-

Death!

The Demonic Elder didnʼt hesitate.

He twisted his body, Demonic Qi erupting as he prepared to flee, abandoning the fight entirely.

But Bai Fengʼs eyes flashed cold. ”Youʼre not going anywhere.” ”Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!”

Nine sword phantoms bloomed around Bai Feng, each carrying real killing intent.

The sword light overlapped and locked the surrounding space, sealing the Demonic Elderʼs escape path for a split second-

That was all Bai Zihan needed.

His figure blurred. ”Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword-Flickering Shadow Step!”

Space rippled.

Bai Zihan vanished from sight.

The Demonic Elderʼs heart lurched-

And Bai Zihan was already there.

Too close.

Too fast.

Before the Demonic Elder could even scream- ”Second Form-Phantom Light Strike!”

A streak of cold light passed through his chest.

The Demonic Elder froze mid-motion, eyes wide with disbelief as his Demonic

Qi scattered uncontrollably.

A thin line appeared across his torso-

Then body split apart.

The corpse fell lifelessly from the sky.

Just like that.

A Great Ascension Demonic Elder-slain.

Bai Feng stared for a brief moment, then exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around his sword. ”...Good timing.”

Bai Feng looked at Bai Zihan, whose technique mastery was even higher than his own.

He couldnʼt believe that he had once tried to force Bai Zihan into stepping down from the Heirʼs position.

Who could even be his competition? Even Bai Feng felt weak compared to him.

But well, considering Bai Zihanʼs previous behavior, he didnʼt think his decision back then had been wrong either.

It was just that Bai Zihan had proven himself.

Otherwise, if he had stayed the same as before, Bai Feng knew his decision would have been right.

Bai Zihan turned, his expression calm and composed, as if killing a Great

Ascension Demonic Elder was nothing more than a routine task. ”Uncle,” he said evenly, ”go support the others here.”

Bai Feng nodded, taking his command as if it were natural.

Then he looked back at Bai Zihan. ”And you?” Bai Feng asked, though he already knew the answer.

Bai Zihanʼs eyes lifted toward the distance, where several Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators were still locked in fierce battles, completely unaware of what had just happened. ”Iʼll handle the Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivators!”

Bai Zihan replied simply, like it was a statement of fact.

Bai Feng felt a strange tightness in his chest.

For a brief moment, he wanted to say something-warn him, remind him to be careful.

But the words never came.

Bai Feng nodded heavily. ”Alright,” he said. ”Donʼt be reckless!”

Bai Zihan gave a faint smile.

Then his figure blurred.

Whoosh-!

He vanished, heading straight toward another Great Ascension battlefield.

Bai Zihan descended like a black comet.

The second Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator never even understood what had gone wrong.

He was mid-battle, locked against a Bai Clan Elder, Demonic Qi surging as he prepared a counterattack-

When space rippled.

Cold light flashed.

And his head separated from his body before his thoughts could catch up.

Blood rained from the sky.

Another Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator-dead.

The battlefield fell into a brief, eerie silence.

Then-

Panic spread.

The Demonic Cultivators finally understood.

Bai Zihan wasnʼt hunting Grade-9 Demonic Beasts anymore.

He had turned his blade toward them. ”Heʼs targeting the Great Ascension Realm!” ”That monster-heʼs hunting us!” ”If this continues, weʼll all die one by one!”

Fear twisted their expressions.

Unlike the beasts, they could think.

And thinking made the situation even more terrifying.

If they continued fighting as before, scattered across the battlefield, Bai Zihan would simply move from one fight to another-executing them cleanly, efficiently, without giving them any chance to respond.

Running wouldnʼt help.

Fighting alone was suicide.

Far from the main battlefield, five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators gathered swiftly, Demonic Qi converging as they formed a complex array midair.

Runes ignited.

Blood symbols burned. ”This formation-are you sure?” one of them growled. ”It only lasts five minutes,” another replied grimly. ”But once activated, no one can enter... and no one can leave.”

Five minutes.

Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.

Against Bai Zihan. ”Thatʼs enough,” the leader said coldly. ”If we donʼt do this, we die anyway.”

They split apart, returning to the battlefield-each one deliberately revealing openings, baiting movements, drawing attention.

Whoosh-!

Bai Zihan cut down his third Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator with ruthless efficiency.

Blood scattered as the body fell, its Demonic Qi dispersing into nothingness.

Without pausing, Bai Zihan turned-already locking onto his next target. And stepped forward.

The moment his foot crossed the boundary-

HUM-!

The world lurched.

Space hardened like steel.

Scarlet runes ignited beneath his feet as demonic symbols carved themselves into the air.

A formation snapped shut.

The battlefield beyond blurred, twisted-and vanished.

Bai Zihan halted.

His eyes swept across the sealed domain, calm but sharp. ”...A formation.”

He raised his sword and slashed casually.

BOOM!

Sword struck the boundary-

And rebounded violently.

The impact sent a ripple through the formation, but it did not break.

Bai Zihanʼs feet slid back half a step.

His eyes narrowed slightly. ”Oh? A Grade-5 Formation?”

The formation walls pulsed, absorbing the force, demonic runes stabilizing instantly.

It hadnʼt even cracked.

Bai Zihan exhaled softly.

He was impressed-if only a little.

Then-

Five figures emerged.

Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators stepped forward, their auras overlapping as killing intent flooded the sealed space.

Their expressions were no longer fearful.

They were excited.

Triumphant. ”Hahaha... we finally caught you.” ”Do you know how many of us youʼve killed?”

The leader stepped forward, eyes blazing with confidence. ”But that ends here.” ”This formation seals space itself. No one can enter. No one can leave.” ”And we all know what happened last time you fought three Great Ascension

Elders.” ”You survived,” he said mockingly, ”but you were left completely drained.”

No Qi.

No strength.

Couldnʼt even stand. ”So tell me,” the leader said coldly, spreading his arms, ”what do you think happens now?”

Five against one.

A sealed formation.

No escape.

No reinforcement.

Their Demonic Qi surged, filling the domain like a rising tide.

They were convinced.

Bai Zihan was finished.

Bai Zihan slowly lowered his sword.

He looked at them.

Then he smiled faintly. ”Letʼs find out,” he said softly, ”who is actually trapped.”