Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 375 Against Voidstep Razorhorn!

RRRWWWRRR!!

A thunderous roar shook the entire battlefield as the Grade-10 Demonic Beast, the Voidstep Razorhorn, lunged forward. It was a blur of shadows and wind, driven by a singular, murderous intent.

Instantly, Bai Zihan’s senses reached a peak of sharpness.

He was well aware that a Grade-10 Demonic Beast would be far more formidable than the creatures he had slaughtered until now...

However, this beast was even more troublesome than he anticipated.

Simply tracking its position was an ordeal.

Its physical form was nearly transparent; the only way he could perceive its movement was by sensing the suffocating aura it radiated.

If one attempted to rely solely on their vision, they wouldn't see so much as a flicker.

Observing the unfolding crisis, Bai Tianheng’s eyes stretched wide.

"No!"

He struggled to break free to intercept the Voidstep Razorhorn, but his adversary was relentless.

The Hellridge Basilisk obstructed his path, refusing to let Bai Tianheng disengage so easily.

The situation was identical for every Great Ascension Elder of the Bai Clan. Each time they tried to pull away to aid Bai Zihan, the Demonic Beasts they faced intensified their assault, violently pulling them back into the fray.

Desperation began to take hold of the Bai Clan.

Meanwhile, the experts of the Li and Zhao Clans... wore subtle smirks.

It seemed Heaven was doing their dirty work for them.

To have a Grade-10 Demonic Beast fixate on Bai Zihan was nothing short of a divine gift.

The Void Refinement Realm Elders of the Bai Clan also attempted to charge forward—but their speed was utterly insufficient.

By the time any of them could reach Bai Zihan’s side... the Razorhorn would have already shredded him to pieces.

Despite this, members of the Bai Clan—including Bai Xueqing—instinctively tried to rush toward him the moment the threat appeared, yet they too were pinned down.

Hundreds of beasts formed an impenetrable wall.

Ultimately, the grim reality was clear—

No reinforcements would reach Bai Zihan in time.

Of course, Bai Zihan hadn't planned on relying on anyone else for his survival. Whoosh!

Bai Zihan didn't even bother trying to dodge.

The Voidstep Razorhorn possessed terrifying speed—its movement cracked space itself, leaving behind afterimages that stacked like layers of a ghostly gale.

Attempting to evade would only result in his death.

Instead—

He braced himself, planting his feet firmly into the earth.

"Eternal Flowing Water Sword!"

Ripples of Sword Qi surged outward as he sought to redirect the incoming blow.

A thunderous crash echoed as the Razorhorn’s charge collided with his technique.

The force of the impact sent Bai Zihan skidding backward—

But he only moved ten meters.

His sword technique had successfully diverted the majority of the momentum, and it was clear the Razorhorn’s prowess was centered on velocity rather than brute strength.

Had it been a strength-oriented Grade-10 beast, that single strike would have launched him across the entire battlefield.

Yet, he remained standing—completely unharmed.

A smirk played on Bai Zihan’s lips.

"Hmph. Looks like you aren't such a big deal after all."

As if it could sense the disdain in his voice, the Voidstep Razorhorn’s rage hit a breaking point.

ROAR!

The air exploded beneath its hooves as it pounced once more—swifter, sharper, and far more lethal.

Bai Zihan readied himself to meet the beast head-on.

CLANK! CLANK!

The strikes of the Voidstep Razorhorn rang out against Bai Zihan’s blade.

While Bai Zihan quickly understood that the creature’s speed was vastly superior to his own, its raw power wasn't overwhelmingly dominant.

It was certainly stronger than him, but the gap wasn't insurmountable. Provided he maintained proper technique, he could withstand its onslaught.

"Nine Shadow Flowing Light Sword!"

His form blurred into nine distinct shadows, an attempt to confuse the Voidstep Razorhorn and perhaps find an opening for a counterattack.

However, the beast instantly tore through every shadow before they could even make a move.

"Looks like this isn't going to be easy," Bai Zihan whispered to himself.

It was never meant to be easy. To still be breathing at this point was already a miracle.

But Bai Zihan wasn't just surviving—he had parried every one of the Voidstep Razorhorn’s strikes and remained without a scratch.

This feat did not go unnoticed by the surrounding combatants.

"This Bai Zihan... he’s actually holding his own against a Grade-10 Demonic Beast!"

"I expected him to perish in an instant, but the Voidstep Razorhorn hasn't landed a single blow!"

"Damn! Isn't Bai Zihan only at the Spirit Severing Realm? How is he even capable of perceiving the Voidstep Razorhorn’s movements?"

The shock among the crowd was profound. Compared to his previous feat of slaying Grade-9 Demonic Beasts, this was on a completely different scale.

One had to realize: excluding those in the Immortal Realm, Grade-10 Demonic Beasts and Great Ascension Realm cultivators represented the pinnacle of power in the Desolate Heaven Empire.

Nearly every leader of a top clan or sect stood at that level. Yet Bai Zihan—who wasn't even fully grown—was already dueling their equivalent.

This went beyond being a mere genius. It shattered everything they thought they knew.

Bai Tianheng and the rest of the Bai Clan were a mix of frantic worry and utter astonishment.

They even ceased their desperate attempts to break away from their own battles to help him.

"Hahaha... that's my son!"

Bai Tianheng let out a laugh—partly from relief, and partly from immense pride.

He recalled how Bai Zihan had held his own against Gou You, a man equal in strength to Bai Ren.

Still, he couldn't be entirely at peace. His son’s opponent was, after all, a Grade-10 Demonic Beast.

But at the very least, he saw that his son wouldn't be defeated as easily as he had feared. Nevertheless, the Hellridge Basilisk continued to keep Bai Tianheng locked in combat. "Hmph! It seems you Demonic Beasts are hell-bent on killing my son. But you should know—it won't be easy."

Bai Tianheng growled.

Across the field, Bai Zihan continued his exchange with the Voidstep Razorhorn.

He noticed several Bai Clan Elders—those at the Void Refinement Realm—attempting to close in on his position.

"Stay back. You'll only get in my way," Bai Zihan commanded.

He understood that against a foe like the Voidstep Razorhorn, numbers were irrelevant.

The beast could slaughter dozens of Void Refinement Realm cultivators in the blink of an eye.

They would merely become pointless casualties.

Unlike them, Bai Zihan was confident his physique could endure several exchanges even if he suffered a direct hit.

!!!

The Bai Clan Elders froze at his order, paralyzed by indecision.

They had been fully prepared to sacrifice their lives to ensure Bai Zihan’s safety.

But now... he was engaging the Voidstep Razorhorn without showing any signs of struggle.

If they stepped in, they truly might become a hindrance. They realized the truth in his words.

Furthermore, it appeared that Bai Zihan could retreat whenever he chose.

In the end, they followed his lead—though they did not pull back. Instead, they pivoted to intercept other Demonic Beasts that might try to assist the Voidstep Razorhorn.

"Looks like you and I are going to be stuck together for quite a while!"