Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 393 The Heaven and Earth Obliterating
Previously on Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!...
The Thousand-Mile Spear
The Bai Clan held a dominant lead, yet the overall state of the conflict remained grim.
The most vital theater of war had not yet reached a conclusion.
BOOM!
The ground fractured violently.
The firmament shook under the strain.
The half-Qilin unleashed a roar that vibrated with the power of sovereign blood and ancient dominance.
Despite being outnumbered by three Earth Immortal cultivators—the Grand Elder of the Li Clan, the Grand Elder of the Zhao Clan, and the Imperial Ancestor—the beast remained defiant.
In truth, the cultivators were the ones faltering.
Shockwaves from every clash ripped through the terrain. Immortal techniques shattered upon impact with the creature's scales, failing to leave even a significant mark.
Mist of blood hung in the air.
"He is far too powerful!"
Zhao Wujin, the Grand Elder of the Zhao Clan, ground his teeth together as the force of the battle pushed him back.
Even the combined strength of three Earth Immortals failed to turn the tide.
The half-Qilin’s gaze flickered with pure arrogance.
"Is this truly the pinnacle of your strength?"
Its voice resonated like a peal of thunder, filled with ancient scorn.
"You are a disappointment."
As those words echoed, the half-Qilin reared upward.
Immortal Qi began to condense fiercely within its chest, forging a brilliant orb of crimson and gold light.
Then—
BOOOOM!
The energy erupted like a celestial cannon. A pillar of pure destruction tore through the sky, surging directly toward the three Earth Immortals. "Defensive positions!"
Li Zhenhe bellowed.
The trio instantly synchronized into a defensive formation, pushing their Immortal Qi outward to create a barrier.
However—
CRACK!
Their protection was pulverized.
Li Zhenhe, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande were tossed through the air like withered leaves, slamming into the earth miles from their original position.
The ground fractured where they struck.
Plumes of dust and debris surged toward the clouds.
"Curse it all!"
Li Zhenhe spat out a violent cough as he struggled to stand, a thin trail of blood marking the corner of his lips.
His arm shook with an uncontrollable tremor, his internal Qi thrown into total turmoil after absorbing the brunt of the impact.
A numbing sensation began to spread through his Meridians.
(That one blast... it nearly snapped my arm entirely.)
He bit his lip, forcing his shaking limb to steady itself.
Nearby, Zhao Wujin rose unsteadily, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Yu Xuande used his sword as a crutch, his blade buried in the dirt and his face etched with gravity.
Li Zhenhe looked up at the massive silhouette of the half-Qilin.
Its scales remained perfectly intact.
There was not a single blemish on its hide.
In that moment, a dark, regretful thought entered his mind.
(Perhaps... I would have fared better against Mó Zün.)
He had initially assumed this was the safer path.
He thought that fighting a demonic beast—even one with Qilin ancestry—alongside two other Earth Immortals would be easier than a solo duel against the Lord of the Demonic Cultivators.
But now?
That logic seemed pathetically foolish.
Who could have predicted that a creature without even a pure Qilin bloodline would possess such an indestructible physical form?
Their combined assaults had done nothing.
And that beam of light had required every ounce of their strength just to survive.
Li Zhenhe’s eyes grew dark with worry.
(If this persists... I will not make it out alive.)
Li Zhenhe fought to regulate his breathing.
He was an Earth Immortal.
The Grand Elder of the prestigious Li Clan!
A man who had ruled from the peak of the Desolate Heaven Empire for centuries.
Yet, for the first time since his breakthrough to the Immortal Realm, a seed of despair took root in his soul.
"Frontal confrontation is no longer an option," Yu Xuande muttered through gritted teeth, wiping the blood from his mouth.
"Its physical defense is insurmountable!"
Zhao Wujin gave a pale nod of agreement.
"If we keep this up, we will simply be bled dry one by one."
Li Zhenhe's expression became resolute.
"Then we must shift our strategy."
Li Zhenhe continued.
"I will use my clan’s ultimate Technique," he declared.
"The Heaven and Earth Obliterating Thousand-Mile Spear. It will drain nearly all my remaining reserves—but if I hit the mark, even this half-Qilin will suffer a grievous wound."
Zhao Wujin gasped in shock.
"That move... Are you certain?"
Zhao Wujin was well aware of the technique's reputation.
It was known as the most devastating attack in the Desolate Heaven Empire, but it required a lengthy preparation time and a staggering volume of Qi.
"We have no other choice," Li Zhenhe replied with grim confidence.
There was no room for further doubt.
"Zhao Wujin, Yu Xuande—keep it occupied. Do not allow it to break my concentration. I only need you to buy me time."
Zhao Wujin gripped his weapon tighter.
Yu Xuande’s sword emitted a low hum as he raised it into a guard.
"We will keep it away from you at all costs."
The three moved in unison.
Zhao Wujin initiated a frontal assault, his Immortal Qi flaring as he unleashed a barrage of techniques. His goal was not to kill, but to distract.
Yu Xuande moved like a shadow, his sword flickering like lightning to seal off the half-Qilin’s movements and force it into a corner.
Surprisingly—it worked.
The half-Qilin actually retreated a step.
Its massive talons parried their strikes with precision, yet its movements seemed... strangely passive.
Zhao Wujin’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
(Why is this going so smoothly?)
The half-Qilin’s attention never wavered from Li Zhenhe.
It watched with eerie calm as Qi swirled around Li Zhenhe’s body, reaching a terrifying level of concentration.
(Just a few more moments...)
Behind him, Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande fought with desperation, throwing everything they had into the struggle to keep the beast at bay.
Yet, the creature did not retaliate with force.
It simply stood its ground.
Then—
Li Zhenhe’s eyes snapped open, glowing with power.
"Now!"
He lunged forward, thrusting both hands toward the beast.
"Heaven and Earth Obliterating Thousand-Mile Spear!"
A spear of incandescent, crushing light manifested, shooting forth like a comet across the field of battle.
Li Zhenhe’s form blurred as all his gathered Qi funneled into that solitary strike.
The spear struck with perfect accuracy.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The resulting explosion completely engulfed the half-Qilin. The force of the blast leveled the surrounding landscape for miles.
Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande were thrown back by the shockwave, barely finding their footing as they stared at the center of the destruction in shock.
"Haha... This is the price of your arrogance!"
Li Zhenhe already felt the thrill of triumph. After all, the strike had been a direct hit, and he had poured his very essence into it.
The smoke eventually dissipated.
The half-Qilin remained standing.
A few drops of blood trickled from a minor scratch on its chest.
(That was it?)
Li Zhenhe’s heart hammered against his ribs—this was his trump card, his ultimate move.
It should have reduced the half-Qilin to ash.
Instead, it had barely grazed the beast's skin?
The half-Qilin’s eyes narrowed—not with rage, but with profound disappointment.
"I gave you the chance you needed," it spoke calmly.
Its eyes moved slowly across the three of them.
"And this... is the best you could do?"
A wave of cold dread washed over Zhao Wujin.
In that instant, the truth hit him like a thunderbolt.
(It wasn't struggling at all... It never intended to stop Li Zhenhe from charging his attack!)
The half-Qilin tilted its head upward.
The very atmosphere began to scream.
Immortal Qi and beastly essence condensed once more within its chest, far more potent and volatile than the previous strike.
Li Zhenhe’s pupils dilated in terror.
"No—!"
The half-Qilin exhaled.
BOOOOM!!!
A beam of pure annihilation roared forth, shredding the fabric of space and consuming Li Zhenhe entirely.
There was no time for a scream.
There was no chance for resistance.
Li Zhenhe was erased from existence—his Immortal Qi, his physical body, and his very soul were snuffed out in a single breath.
The beam surged onward, carving a massive canyon into the earth before it finally faded away.
Absolute silence followed!
Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande stood paralyzed, their blood turning to ice. Where Li Zhenhe once stood, nothing remained but empty air.
The half-Qilin lowered its head, its tone cold and indifferent.
"Disappointing."
As its gaze shifted toward the rest of the battlefield—
True, unadulterated despair began to take hold.