Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 384 Bai Zihan Vs Ten Demonic Cultivator's Elders!

"Bai Zihan... have you ever considered the possibility of joining our side?"

The other demonic elders began to smirk, one by one.

"We are well aware of your history. A man like you would thrive magnificently among our ranks." Eventually, the lead elder let out a low chuckle.

"We can offer you a position equal to—perhaps even surpassing—the Saint and Saintess. In time, you could rise to lead us all as the Absolute Ruler!"

The temptation he offered was great.

Even though they held the numerical advantage with ten Void Refinement Elders, they were far from feeling secure.

Bai Zihan was a monster capable of slaying even Grade-10 Demonic Beasts.

Furthermore, many held the conviction that Bai Zihan’s nature was perfectly aligned with the path of a Demonic Cultivator.

To the world, Bai Zihan appeared as a man whose only true love was absolute power.

If they could successfully recruit him, his sheer talent made the prospect of him becoming the Leader of Demonic Cultivators a tangible reality.

A heavy silence fell!

Bai Zihan tilted his head to the side.

"You are right."

A thin smile played on Bai Zihan’s lips.

"I agree that I would likely prosper among your kind."

Their grins stretched wider—

But Bai Zihan was not finished.

"However..."

His blade shifted just an inch.

"I have no interest in taking orders from those weaker than myself."

The smiles on their faces instantly froze.

"—What?"

Bai Zihan’s eyes turned cold and sharp.

He raised his sword toward the sky.

"If the thought of fighting me terrifies you, then admit it and move out of my way. Why are you interfering with my hunt?"

Bai Zihan’s voice was laced with irritation.

"You insolent brat...!"

"You are alone—while we are ten Void Refinement cultivators!"

"We shall see for ourselves who is the weakling here!"

The ten elders erupted, their Demonic Qi exploding with pure fury.

A massive wave of murderous intent surged toward Bai Zihan.

In response, Bai Zihan merely let out a breath.

Slowly. Calmly.

As he lifted his weapon, his aura burst forth with overwhelming pressure.

Bai Zihan’s voice boomed like a clap of thunder:

"Come!"

The ten elders were already in motion, charging forward.

Their collective Demonic Qi merged into a violent gale.

They roared in unison:

"BAI ZIHAN—DIE!"

The ten Void Refinement Elders struck like the heavens themselves were falling.

Demonic Qi shredded the clouds, turning the sky into a chaotic, swirling vortex.

Bai Zihan took a single step forward.

His eyes narrowed—not out of terror, but with absolute precision.

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

WHOOOOSH—!!!

His form split into nine distinct afterimages, each one moving with a grace that defied logic.

It appeared as though nine versions of Bai Zihan had manifested, each as light as a breeze and faster than a heartbeat.

The first elder delivered a heavy downward strike—

But his weapon met only empty air as a shadow of Bai Zihan flickered past him.

The second elder lunged forward—

Only for a Bai Zihan to spin around his guard, leaving a thin red line across the elder’s cheek before vanishing into thin air.

"Tsk! This one is a fake too!"

A third elder bellowed, unleashing a demonic whirlpool—

Yet three afterimages of Bai Zihan wove through the attack simultaneously, their synchronized sword arcs forcing the elder back a dozen meters.

Whenever they swung their blades, Bai Zihan was gone.

Whenever they tried to retreat—

He was right there.

His sword flashed like sunlight dancing on water—

SHILING—!

SHILING—!

In less than a second, the robes of three elders were shredded, blood misting into the air where his blade had bitten into their shoulders, ribs, and arms.

Then—

"Stop his movements! ACTIVATE THE FORMATION!"

The ten demonic elders revealed their final move, manifesting a massive killing array in the sky.

Eerie black runic light pulsed between them, trapping Bai Zihan within a rotating prison of demonic qi.

From the ground, it appeared as if a black sun had been born in the heavens.

The formation began to contract.

Even Bai Zihan felt the shift in pressure.

This was the fundamental difference between demonic beasts and human cultivators.

No matter the number of beasts, they could never achieve the perfect coordination found in humans.

The ten Void Refinement Demonic Elders let out a collective roar as the demonic runes flared to life—

A deluge of black killing intent converged on Bai Zihan from every angle.

Spears forged from condensed Demonic Qi.

Blades shaped from pure energy.

Fangs of hungering darkness.

Claws of miasma so potent they could rot spirit artifacts on contact.

This was a true slaughter array.

Every single attack focused on one point:

Bai Zihan!

Such a strike was total overkill for a Spirit Severing cultivator; it was an attack rarely even used against an ordinary Great Ascension Realm Cultivator.

After unleashing this, the ten Demonic Elders would likely be too exhausted to continue fighting due to the depletion of their Qi.

However, it was proof of just how much of a catastrophe the Demonic Cultivators considered Bai Zihan to be.

The sky turned pitch black from the concentrated malice aiming for his life.

"Eternal Flowing Water Sword!"

The very atmosphere seemed to warp.

A radiant arc of sword light expanded around him, resembling a small brook that suddenly transformed into a massive, surging tide.

WHOOOOOOOOSH—!!!

A circular shockwave of sword qi exploded outward.

It was not a violent explosion, but an unstoppable force of nature.

Every demonic spear that lunged toward him—

Dissolved into nothingness the moment it brushed against the flowing sword light.

Every claw of sin qi was caught in the current and swept away harmlessly.

Every demonic flame was snuffed out before it could reach him. Even the grand killing formation trembled violently as its strikes were cleaved, neutralized, or redirected by the tranquil yet invincible river of Bai Zihan’s Sword Qi.

The eyes of the ten elders bulged in disbelief.

Bai Zihan stepped forward.

He remained inside the formation, yet he had no intention of staying on the defensive like a trapped animal.

Bai Zihan turned his blade, preparing to strike back.

But—

"Now!"

BOOOOOOOM—!!!

The Demonic Elders had been lying in wait for this exact moment. They had deliberately shown an opening, hoping Bai Zihan would take the bait so they could spring their trap.

A claw strike tore into his side, sending blood spraying into the wind.

The ten elders let out triumphant howls.

"We got him! A direct hit!" "DON'T STOP—HE'S BREAKING!"

"Hahahaha! We finally drew blood! We—"

Before the sentence could be finished—

Bai Zihan’s figure surged forward from the impact, his eyes devoid of warmth.

His sword cut through the elder’s chest with such surgical precision that the wound didn't even bleed for a split second.

Then—

BOOOOSH!!!

A fountain of blood erupted.

"ARGH!"

The elder shrieked, stumbling backward in agony.

Bai Zihan didn't even spare him a glance. The remaining nine elders were paralyzed, their laughter dying in their throats.

For a brief moment, the world fell silent.

"How could this...?"

"Impossible..."

"He took that strike head-on...!"

Their disbelief rippled through the formation like a shockwave.

The elder who had landed the blow staggered, clutching his chest as the wound Bai Zihan inflicted finally tore wide open.

But what about Bai Zihan?

He stood firmly in his original position.

There was no trembling.

There was no sign of pain on his face.

His robes billowed from the force of the battle, but they were pristine, without a single stain of blood.

The injury they believed they had dealt—

It had vanished.

Disappeared entirely.

It was as if no attack had ever reached him.

Bai Zihan stood there like a supreme Emperor gazing down at the common masses. "Come," Bai Zihan said, issuing a challenge.

"Let us continue this!"