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Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 420 Bai Zihanʼs Threat · Oct 15, 2026

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401 Chapter 401 One Man Against Three! 2026-10-15
402 Chapter 402 Three Great Ascension Demonic Elder Killed! 2026-10-15
403 Chapter 403 Carried Away by Force (Literally) 2026-10-15
404 Chapter 404 Third Clash Ends 2026-10-15
405 Chapter 405 The Call to Withdraw 2026-10-15
406 Chapter 406 Return to the Bai Clan? 2026-10-15
407 Chapter 407 The Saint-Grade Technique Revelation 2026-10-15
408 Chapter 408 Reaching Top Spirit Severing Realm! 2026-10-15
409 Chapter 409 Teaching the Grand Elders 2026-10-15
410 Chapter 410 The Return of the Half-Qilin 2026-10-15
411 Chapter 411 The Battlefield of Relentless Fury 2026-10-15
412 Chapter 412 Sword Turned Against Great Ascension Realm 2026-10-15
413 Chapter 413 Fated to Die Here 2026-10-15
414 Chapter 414 No Path Left to Victory 2026-10-15
415 Chapter 415 Beast Tide Came to an End 2026-10-15
416 Chapter 416 The Letter from Home 2026-10-15
417 Chapter 417 Toward the Great Wilderness 2026-10-15
418 Chapter 418 Then Iʼll Make You Speak 2026-10-15
419 Chapter 419 Bai Zihan Vs Mó Zun! 2026-10-15
420 Chapter 420 Bai Zihanʼs Threat 2026-10-15
421 Chapter 421 Bai Zihan Crippled??? 2026-10-15
422 Chapter 422 Iʼm Crippled! 2026-10-15
423 Chapter 423 Engagement Broken?? 2026-10-15
424 Chapter 424 Iʼll Not Give him! 2026-10-15
425 Chapter 425 Mu Yuelan Hears The News 2026-10-15
426 Chapter 426 Leaving The Northen Defense Line 2026-10-15
427 Chapter 427 Emergency State of the Bai Clan 2026-10-15
428 Chapter 428 Paths to Downfall 2026-10-15
429 Chapter 429 An Invitation to the Capital 2026-10-15
430 Chapter 430: The Cripple Walks into the Imperial Capital 2026-10-15
431 Chapter 431 Desolate Heavenʼs Emperor! 2026-10-15
432 Chapter 432 Rewards Bestowed By Then Emperor! 2026-10-15
433 Chapter 433 A Crippled Dragon Stands Before the Throne 2026-10-15
434 Chapter 434 A Marriage Bestowed, a Line Crossed 2026-10-15
435 Chapter 435 Declaration Of Love! 2026-10-15
436 Chapter 436 Threads of Desire, Unmoving Heart 2026-10-15
437 Chapter 437 Bewitched!!! 2026-10-15
438 Chapter 438: The Ninth Princess’s Mask 2026-10-15
439 Chapter 439 Twice Refused Beneath the Dragon Throne 2026-10-15
440 Chapter 440 Beauty Beneath a Mask 2026-10-15
441 Chapter 441 Assassin at Imperial Banquet! 2026-10-15
442 Chapter 442 An Assassin Beneath the Dragon Throne 2026-10-15
443 Chapter 443 Alliance in the Dark 2026-10-15
444 Chapter 444 Grade-8 Pill?! 2026-10-15
445 Chapter 445 Blueprint of Control 2026-10-15
446 Chapter 446 Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art! 2026-10-15
447 Chapter 447 False Betrayal, True Scheme 2026-10-15
448 Chapter 448 An Alliance Forged in Resentment 2026-10-15
449 Chapter 449 Dispute Flaring 2026-10-15
450 Chapter 450 The Quiet Sharpening of Blades 2026-10-15

Chapter 420 Bai Zihanʼs Threat

A few minutes ago-

Bai Ren and Bai Tianheng chased after Bai Zihan.

Space warped continuously ahead of them as they followed the fading traces left behind by Bai Zihanʼs spatial tears.

Bai Tianheng stayed close behind, his expression dark, robes snapping violently in the turbulent currents.

He felt a bit of guilt. He shouldnʼt have revealed what had happened before they returned home.

He thought his son could handle the news. Even made preparations in case of what he might do.

Yet this was the result.

Moments later-

RIIIP!

Another spatial fluctuation rippled outward.

Figures emerged one after another.

Grand Elders.

Each arrival carried immense pressure, their expressions grim the moment they sensed the chaotic spatial disturbances ahead. ”Bai Ren!” ”What happened?” ”Whereʼs Bai Zihan?”

After receiving the message, they had left everything behind and followed immediately.

Bai Ren didnʼt turn his head, his gaze still fixed on the traces ahead. ”Later,” he said sharply. ”Follow closely!”

They did.

As they followed, Bai Tianheng spoke, explaining everything without leaving anything unclear.

They realized why they were called.

For a brief moment, silence followed.

The Grand Eldersʼ anger burned.

If anything happened to Bai Zihan, they swore they would burn down everything the Demonic Cultivators possessed.

Bai Ruhong tried to calm the situation. ”The Great Wilderness is vast. Even if he rushed in blindly, the chances of immediately encountering Demonic Cultivators are extremely low.”

Bai Qingshan nodded. ”Thatʼs right! He might even be occupied fighting a Demonic Beast.”

The reasoning made sense.

Compared to Bai Zihan encountering Demonic Cultivators so quickly, it was more likely that he was lost in the Great Wilderness.

They were sure that nothing bad should happen to Bai Zihan.

Bai Ren extended his perception outward, vast and overwhelming, sweeping across mountains, ravines, forests, and buried ruins.

Bai Ren couldnʼt sense Bai Zihan but he followed the spatial traces left behind by Bai Zihan.

The Grand Elders followed suit.

Minutes passed.

Then-

Something shifted.

A powerful fluctuation rippled through the air.

It was the aura of two Immortal Realm fighting.

Bai Ren froze.

His eyes narrowed. ”That direction.”

The Grand Elders focused instantly.

Two auras.

One violent, sharp, unmistakably familiar.

Bai Zihan!

However, his Cultivation Realm which should be Spirit Severing Realm and at most Great Ascension Realm was now in Immortal Ascension Realm.

And the other-

The moment Bai Ren sensed it, his expression changed completely.

So did Bai Tianhengʼs.

Bai Renʼs pupils contracted. ”...That aura.”

Bai Tianhengʼs breath caught.

There was no need to ask.

No need to confirm.

Only one being in the Great Wilderness carried such pressure.

Such tyrannical demonic presence.

Mó Zūn.

The leader of the Demonic Cultivators.

Bai Renʼs expression darkened. ”So thatʼs it...”

Bai Tianhengʼs face drained of color. ”...He ran straight into him.”

The Grand Elders exchanged sharp looks.

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

This was no longer a matter of probability.

This was the worst possible outcome.

Bai Renʼs aura surged. ”Move!”

Space shattered beneath their feet as the Bai Clanʼs strongest experts vanished in unison, racing toward the epicenter of the clash. *** ”Zihan, are you alright?”

Bai Tianheng checked on his son.

His breathing was irregular, and his body was nearly destroyed.

Yet more than the external wounds, it was the internal injuries that were far worse.

Still, Bai Zihan was alive.

Grand Elders breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they arrived in time-but danger still loomed.

More figures emerged.

Demonic cultivators.

One after another, silhouettes stepped out from distorted space, their auras sharp and oppressive, eyes filled with bloodlust.

Immortal Realm.

They had come to protect their leader.

Horror crept across their faces as their gazes landed on Mó Zūn.

Their invincible leader.

Their absolute pillar.

Standing there-

Missing an arm.

Blood still dripping.

For a heartbeat, no one spoke.

Their minds refused to process what they were seeing.

Previously, they didnʼt intervene because Mó Zun was just playing with Bai

Zihan, showing that Mó Zun could take care of Bai Zihan whenever he could.

This was supposed to be an opportunity to capture Bai Zihan. A chance to wash away yesterdayʼs humiliation and defeat.

Who could have imagined-

What was meant to be an easy hunt...

A perfect opportunity to seize the Bai Clanʼs heir....

Would end like this?

Their leader crippled.

Mó Zunʼs expression twisted.

The shock on his subordinatesʼ faces only fueled his rage.

Demonic Qi surged violently, crushing the ground beneath him as he clenched his remaining arm so tightly that space warped around his fist. ”Enough!” he barked.

His voice boomed like thunder, laced with absolute authority.

The Demonic cultivators straightened instantly, fear replacing bloodlust.

Mó Zünʼs single eye burned as he stared at the Bai Clan. ”Kill them.”

His killing intent exploded outward. ”Leave no one alive!”

The Demonic cultivators roared in unison.

But-

The Bai Clan did not panic.

Bai Ren stepped forward.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, not lingering on Mó Zünʼs severed arm, not reacting to the threats.

Instead-

It fell on Bai Zihan.

Barely standing. ”Letʼs finish this quickly!”

The Bai Clan Grand Elders moved instantly.

Bai Ren took another step forward.

The air changed.

His presence alone pressed down like a mountain, forcing the demonic cultivatorsʼ roars to falter.

Then-

He reached out.

A low, resonant hum echoed as a sword emerged behind him.

The moment it appeared, the heavens seemed to lower their gaze.

A Saint-Grade Sword.

Its mere existence distorted space, as if the world itself feared being cut.

The Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivatorsʼ pupils shrank.

They knew this sword.

With it, Bai Ren had slain Half-Qilin, a legendary beast of terrifying power.

Bai Ren rested his hand on the hilt.

Around him, the Grand Elders released their auras-layer upon layer of overwhelming pressure.

Qi surged like a rising tide, forming an unyielding wall.

This was not a desperate stand.

It was a declaration.

Bai Renʼs gaze swept over the demonic cultivators, calm to the point of indifference. ”Do you really want to do this?”

He asked.

This was not the tone of someone cornered-but of someone issuing a warning. ”How about this?” Bai Ren continued. ”We go our way. You go yours.”

Silence fell!

Blatant disregard.

Numerical advantage meant nothing.

No one thought it was a bluff.

They all knew that Bai Clan knew a terrifying Sword Art which is even capable of killing Half-Qilin.

They had just witnessed a junior of Bai Clan sever their leaderʼs arm with it.

They might be able to kill the Bai Clanʼs Grand Elders but at what price?

And the first to go would definitely die.

Who would volunteer to die?

None of them dared to lead the charge.

Mó Zun finally raised his remaining hand. ”Enough!”

His voice was hoarse-but controlled.

He inhaled slowly, suppressing the raging Demonic Qi within.

The Demonic Cultivator has suffered too much against the Bai Clan. They naturally developed a fear against them.

Even those considered violent, mad demons would think twice before lunging forward when facing the Bai Clan.

His gaze locked onto Bai Ren and other Grand Elders.

Then shifted-

To Bai Zihan.

Barely conscious.

Yet alive.

If they fought to the end, Mó Zun knew the losses would be severe.

And Bai Zihan could escape amid the chaos. (There is no need for such losses. The Bai Clan will fall eventually.) ”Let them leave!”

There was no need to be said twice.

Both Bai Clanʼs Grand Elders and Demonic Cultivators were relieved to hear that.

But Bai Ren and others werenʼt going to fully believe those words.

After all, this is a good opportunity to eliminate them and didnʼt understand why Mó Zun would let go of such an opportunity.

Of course, they believed in their strength but Bai Ren felt that there was something more to that than this.

Only when the pressure fully receded and Demonic Cultivators retreated, did

Bai Ren gesture. ”Go!”

Space tore open.

Just before they vanished-

A weak, hoarse voice cut through the air. ”Mó... Zun... you will regret this.”

Bai Zihan lifted his head with effort, blood trailing from his lips. His eyes were dim-but burning with hatred. ”Three years.”

Each word carried unwavering resolve. ”You and all the Demonic Cultivators...” ”I will kill you all!”

Bai Zihan swayed slightly, his body barely held together, blood soaking his robes, his aura shattered and chaotic.

Any ordinary cultivator in such a state would have sounded laughable- delusional, desperate, pitiful.

But no one laughed.

Not Bai Ren.

Not the Grand Elders.

And certainly not Mó Zún.

Mó Zún turned. ”Hmph! Big Word! Survive first, youngling!”

The spatial rift closed.

Their camp appeared in a flash of distorted space.

Bai Tianheng and the Grand Elders emerged first, immediately surrounding Bai

Zihan.

A figure rushed forward. ”Father!”

Bai Xueqingʼs voice rang out.

She stopped short.

Her gaze fell on Bai Zihan.

Bloodied. Barely standing.

His eyes filled with anger and guilt.

Her expression tightened.

She had expected him to be dragged back before he could even leave the camp.

Not returned like this.

Whatever he had faced-

It was clear he had brushed against death. ”Xueqing,” Bai Tianheng said urgently. ”Call the medic!”

She turned instantly. ”Iʼll get them!”

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