Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 373 Great Ascension Realm Experts Joins The Fight!

Grade-10 Demonic Beasts!

The mere presence of these creatures caused the battlefield to buckle.

Waves of oppressive aura surged outward, crushing entire cultivator formations and forcing even other Demonic Beasts to recoil in fear.

Both humans and monsters were driven to their knees, their skeletons groaning under the immense weight of the pressure.

The atmosphere grew incredibly dense, as if the firmament itself was collapsing upon the earth.

The Hellridge Basilisk scanned the carnage with its glowing, molten eyes.

The mane of the Ancient Bloodmane Lion erupted like a forest of scorching banners.

High above, the Storm Devouring Roc let out a piercing shriek as lightning fractured the heavens.

Many others of their rank emerged alongside them.

Every single one of their gazes converged on a solitary point.

The heart of the slaughter.

The sole reason these apex predators were forced to intervene.

Bai Zihan!

A multitude of Grade-10 Demonic Beasts fixed their sights on him simultaneously.

Their murderous intent rose like a gargantuan tidal wave, aimed entirely at his position.

Yet, amidst this soul-crushing force that made even Void Refinement experts shudder—

Bai Zihan remained standing tall.

He rested his gore-slicked blade casually across his shoulder.

Despite the suffocating malice radiating from the Demonic Beasts, he remained unnervingly composed.

If anything, his expression betrayed a hint of irritation.

He gave a slight tilt of his head as the Hellridge Basilisk’s glowing pupils locked onto him.

"Grade-10 Demonic Beasts."

Though the pressure bore down on him like a mountain range, he did not waver.

"It should be difficult to kill."

His voice held no traces of terror or thrill—only a cold, logical assessment.

He was well aware of the reality.

Even in a serious confrontation, slaying one of these would not be as effortless as disposing of Grade-8 or Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

Still, it was far from an impossible task. Having mastered the Fate Severing Slash and reached the Intermediate Level of Sword Intent, he possessed the means to execute a Grade-10 Demonic Beast.

"With this, I should be able to kill one," he muttered under his breath.

"Probably!"

He hadn't actually tested his limits against a Grade-10 opponent yet, after all.

Even if a single strike didn't end them instantly, it would surely inflict a devastating wound. That was sufficient for his needs.

His physique had survived a strike from the Immortal Realm once before.

While victory against Great Ascension Realm power wasn't a certainty...

He was fully confident in his ability to survive.

However, there was no immediate requirement for him to act.

The instant the Grade-10 Demonic Beasts made their entrance—

BOOM!

A ferocious aura erupted toward the sky, its force so violent it cleared the air of dust and wreckage for hundreds of meters.

Every head turned toward the source.

From the command post—the station of humanity’s strongest—several figures stepped out. The ground sank beneath their boots as if the very earth was paying homage to their power.

The first to advance was Bai Tianheng.

His robes whipped around him fiercely despite the absence of wind.

A savage, unrestrained smirk spread across his face—the look of a man who had been deprived of combat for far too long.

"Heh. Finally," Bai Tianheng remarked, his knuckles popping with a series of sharp cracks.

"I was starting to die of boredom just sitting back and watching."

Bai Feng followed close behind, accompanied by the other Great Ascension Realm high Elders of the Bai Clan.

They moved with urgency, recognizing that the Grade-10 Demonic Beasts were zeroing in on their successor.

Naturally, they would never permit such a thing.

The Li and Zhao Clans had intended to remain spectators, perhaps even secretly wishing for Bai Zihan’s downfall.

But with Bai Tianheng already taking the field, those hopes remained nothing more than fantasies.

To avoid the stigma of cowardice or dereliction of duty, they joined the fray, bringing their own Great Ascension experts along.

The Great Ascension Elders from the various allied sects followed suit.

The Heaven Sword Sect Leader rolled his neck.

"At last, opponents worthy of our time. I was beginning to feel redundant."

Another Sect Leader chimed in,

"Watching the youth perform so admirably was entertaining, but the time has come to demonstrate how true experts conduct themselves!"

Boisterous laughter echoed through the command lines—a sound saturated with absolute power and self-assurance.

Then—

BOOOOM!

A dozen Great Ascension Realm auras detonated simultaneously.

The firmament trembled.

The surrounding Spiritual Qi fell into a violent frenzy, as if submitting to the will of these world-shaking titans.

For a fleeting second, the entire battlefield fell into a stunned silence.

Then—

A roar of triumph erupted from the human ranks, drowning out the cries of the monsters.

Disciples who had been on the verge of hopelessness now screamed with manic joy.

War-hardened veterans felt the fire in their blood rekindle.

Even the gravely injured dragged themselves up just to see the spectacle.

"They’re moving!"

"Clan Leader Bai! Clan Leader Zhao! Clan Leader Li!! The three Great Clan Leaders are entering the battle!"

"The Sect Leaders are with them! Those Demonic Beasts are already dead!"

For the younger generation, this was a legendary sight they might never see again.

For everyone else, it was a rare opportunity to witness the pinnacle of mortal combat.

Morale reached a fever pitch.

The human lines, once trembling, now felt invincible.

The manifestation of the Great Ascension Realm was more than just a display of strength—it was the embodiment of hope.

The Great Ascension experts wasted no time in validating that hope.

CRACK!

Bai Tianheng vanished, leaving behind a massive crater and a booming shockwave.

Li Jianhong followed, his movement piercing through the air like a projectile.

The Heaven Sword Sect Leader blurred forward, his blade thrumming with the power of annihilation.

Bai Feng and the elder council surged ahead like a localized storm of ancient giants.

In their wake—

Beasts perished.

It was casual. Effortless. They didn't even slow their pace.

Grade-7 beasts? They disintegrated into crimson mist upon contact.

Grade-8 beasts? They were cleaved in two by a mere flick of a finger.

Grade-9 Demonic Beasts managed to resist for a heartbeat, but against multiple Great Ascension Realm masters, they were quickly reduced to piles of shredded meat and shattered bone.

This was no longer a fight.

It was a grand execution.

A relentless wave of pure, unadulterated force.

The human cultivators watched in awe as their leaders tore through the monster horde, carving a path of destruction using nothing but raw Cultivation and ancient authority.

When they reached the end of that bloody trail—

When the dust cleared and the mountainous shadows blocked their path—

They finally stood before the Grade-10 Demonic Beasts.

The Hellridge Basilisk lowered its skull, its molten scales grinding together with a metallic rumble.

The Storm Devouring Roc unfurled its wings, and lightning shredded the clouds above.

The Ancient Bloodmane Lion let out a breath that made the very tectonic plates shift.

These Grade-10 Demonic Beasts were unmoved by the slaughter of their underlings—and they certainly weren't cowed by Great Ascension Realm cultivators.

They stood ready to challenge the peak of human power.

And then—

The real war began!

With the arrival of the Great Ascension experts, the battlefield descended into a new stratum of chaos—a realm where only titans could survive.

BOOM!!!

The Hellridge Basilisk struck first, its volcanic scales clashing like heavy armor. Its gargantuan tail whipped across the field, gouging a trench hundreds of meters long. Bai Tianheng intercepted the blow directly.

"Come on then," he snarled, his eyes alight with the fire of battle. "Let’s see what a Grade-10 is actually worth!"

He threw a punch.

It was a basic strike, but it carried the full weight of a Great Ascension warrior who had survived a thousand slaughters.

KRAAAACK!

The atmosphere fractured. Concentric shockwaves blasted outward, tossing lesser monsters aside like dried leaves in a gale.

The Basilisk didn't flinch.

Its magma-infused hide flared with blinding light as it slammed its tail against Bai Tianheng’s fist.

BOOOOOM!

The impact caused the sky to shudder.

Flames erupted as if a volcano had been uncapped. Shockwaves carved crater after crater into the soil.

Even Void Refinement cultivators had to circulate their Qi just to remain anchored to the ground. Bai Tianheng was pushed back several paces, his heels digging deep furrows into the earth.

He paused, staring at the beast.

Then, he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Excellent! It’s been ages since anyone actually moved me!"

The Basilisk hissed with venomous rage, molten energy flowing through its scales like rivers of liquid fire.

Bai Tianheng’s knuckles cracked audibly.

The Basilisk’s tail had split slightly, leaking magma like blood.

The next round commenced instantly.

In another sector—

Li Jianhong engaged the Ancient Bloodmane Lion.

Each thrust of his spear unleashed mountain-crushing power, yet the lion’s crimson-glowing mane blocked every strike with explosive resistance.

Zhao Wutian, aided by another Great Ascension elder, took on the Storm Devouring Roc.

The Roc shrieked, its kilometer-wide wings creating localized lightning storms with every beat.

One-on-one.

Two-on-one.

Every Great Ascension master was matched against a beast of equal ferocity.

The battlefield split into various zones of cataclysmic impact—each clash capable of wiping out entire legions.

For a moment, it was truly a clash of gods.

Meanwhile—

Bai Zihan couldn't have cared less.

As the heavens split and the earth shattered under the Great Ascension conflict, he remained entirely indifferent.

"Ah, it looks like there are still points to be made."

He exhaled in relief as he drove his sword through the eye of a Grade-9 Direhorn Behemoth.

Shing!

Another Grade-9 monster collapsed.

(28th. Good.)

His blade flashed once more, slaying a second Grade-9 beast before the creature even registered his presence.

(29th!)

"Line up in an orderly fashion," Bai Zihan grumbled as a pack of terrified Grade-9 Demonic Beasts tried to retreat.

"How am I supposed to farm efficiently if you keep running away?"

Despite the world-ending explosions of the Great Ascension battle nearby...

Bai Zihan ignored it all.

He was focused on a single objective.

His goal: System Points.

With the Grade-10 monsters occupied by the Great Ascension powerhouses, the battlefield had returned to being his personal hunting ground.

He tore through the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts like a god of death, his faint laughter nearly lost beneath the thunderous roar of the titans.

It was time to farm System Points once again!