Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 396 The Targeting of the Chu Clan

Slash!

Bai Zihan’s blade claimed the life of yet another Grade-9 Demonic Beast.

The exact tally of Grade-9 Demonic Beasts he had slaughtered eluded him, but his System Points were rapidly approaching the 100,000 mark.

A wide grin spread across his face.

With such a fortune, he could effortlessly purchase two Saint-Grade techniques if he so desired.

However, he had no intention of slowing down.

He would maintain this pace for as long as his strength held out.

Even when Li Zhenhe was struck down on their flank of the war zone, Bai Zihan didn't spare a single thought for the fallen man.

He remained focused on the systematic extermination of Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

While the spirit of others might have wavered elsewhere, the cultivators surrounding Bai Zihan couldn't fathom him ever being defeated.

In the beginning, some felt a twinge of anxiety that the tide might turn in favor of the Demonic Cultivators and their beasts.

But Bai Zihan’s killing spree never faltered.

It was relentless!

His sheer momentum ensured that doubt never had the chance to manifest—at least not in the territory he controlled.

Slash! Slash!

Crimson sprayed through the air.

Carcasses piled up.

In the sector held by Bai Zihan, the word despair was unknown.

***

In a different part of the field, the atmosphere was the complete opposite.

The Demonic Cultivators were erupting in fits of laughter.

It was a sound of madness and pure joy.

“Hahaha!”

“Did you witness that?! You are all destined for the same fate!”

“I truly overestimated these righteous cultivators; they are pathetic!”

With the half-Qilin causing absolute havoc and multiple defensive lines buckling, the Demonic Cultivators pressed their advantage with newfound bloodlust.

Their strikes grew more savage, and their Demonic Qi surged like a suffocating black ocean, forcing the legions of the Desolate Heaven Empire to retreat.

Arrays were torn apart, and defensive perimeters crumbled under the weight of the assault.

“Keep pushing!”

“Annihilate them before their backup can arrive!”

The Desolate Heaven Empire was being shoved toward the edge of total disaster by the overwhelming combined forces.

In the heart of this mayhem, one specific conflict drew a predatory focus.

The Chu Clan!

A squad of high-level Demonic Cultivators had set their sights on them.

Leading this group was Mo Tianji.

His expression was icy, calculating, and filled with malice.

“So, this is the famous Chu Clan...”

A slow, wicked smirk crossed his face.

He was well-informed.

He knew their identity perfectly.

More significantly—he knew who was standing in their ranks.

“The fiancée of Bai Zihan,” Mo Tianji whispered, his eyes burning with a cruel light.

“Chu Ziyan!”

He signaled with his hand.

“Exterminate them!”

The attack launched with an explosion of Demonic Qi.

The Chu Clan’s defensive barriers flared with desperate intensity, yet the weight of the attack was crushing.

Demonic arts rained down like a storm, shredding their shields and shattering their protective runes.

Mo Tianji decided to intervene personally.

His form became a blur as he plummeted toward the center of the Chu Clan’s ranks.

“I’ve found you!”

He zeroed in on a young woman in elegant robes who stood with an eerie calmness amidst the slaughter.

“You should view this as a privilege,” Mo Tianji remarked coldly, as dark Demonic Qi swirled around his hand.

“Your demise will be the price Bai Zihan pays.”

He unleashed a lethal strike—a blow fast enough to wipe out a Soul Formation expert in a heartbeat.

However, Chu Ziyan reacted instantly.

Her gaze sharpened.

Stepping forward, her hands moved with perfect grace to form complex seals.

BOOM!

Their powers collided in a direct clash.

Violent shockwaves rippled through the air as the dark Demonic Qi met her righteous power.

Mo Tianji’s face twisted in surprise.

“What?”

Chu Ziyan didn't give an inch.

She pivoted into an immediate counter-attack—her motions were seamless, her techniques both precise and lethal.

Blow for blow.

Technique for technique.

She parried his strikes, launched her own, and continued to press forward.

Mo Tianji found himself stumbling back one step.

Then another.

His eyes stretched wide with disbelief.

He could not comprehend the strength he was facing.

Chu Ziyan looked at him with a steady, frigid gaze.

“Did Bai Zihan frighten you so much,” she asked tonelessly, “that you assumed I would be an easy target?”

Mo Tianji gnashed his teeth.

That was precisely his reasoning.

He was fully aware he couldn't defeat Bai Zihan—a freak of nature he avoided at all costs.

But vengeance didn't have to be a direct confrontation.

Targeting those Bai Zihan held dear was a far better strategy.

Bai Xueqing would have been his first choice, but she had already displayed terrifying power.

Thus, he chose Chu Ziyan.

The fiancée of his rival.

He expected a simple execution.

After all, he believed himself to be the pinnacle of the younger generation, second only to Bai Zihan.

He never imagined that taking Chu Ziyan’s life would prove so difficult.

But the surrounding battle was far from stable.

Even with Chu Ziyan keeping Mo Tianji at bay, the rest of the Chu Clan was in dire straits.

The earlier dip in morale across the empire's forces had left them vulnerable.

The Demonic Cultivators exploited this, butchering people without mercy and surrounding the Chu Clan.

Blood stained their broken formations as the enemy focused their cruelty on the Chu members.

The tension reached a breaking point.

Chu Ziyan sensed the danger immediately.

Her heart sank as the familiar auras of her kin began to flicker out one by one.

*(At this rate... we are doomed.)*

She felt the urge to pull back and reinforce her clan’s lines.

But she was trapped.

Mo Tianji stood before her, a wall of pure demonic malice.

Two years prior, she wouldn't have even dreamed of challenging him.

Back then, Mo Tianji was a figure far beyond her level.

Now—she was holding her own against him.

And yet... it wasn't enough.

If the battle continued like this, the Chu Clan would be slowly eradicated until nothing was left.

Mo Tianji noticed her focus waver and let out a sneer.

“Hah... are you fretting over your clan?”

His Demonic Qi flared violently as he renewed his assault.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be joining them shortly.”

Chu Ziyan blocked the strike, her arms vibrating from the sheer force.

Suddenly—

BOOM!

An overwhelming, terrifying pressure fell upon the area.

For a split second, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

Two massive bodies were tossed aside like rubbish, hitting the earth with a bone-shaking thud.

Demonic Elders of the Spirit Severing Realm.

Slaughtered!

Their eyes remained wide, etched with a final moment of shock.

Mo Tianji’s mocking laughter vanished.

His pupils contracted in fear.

The sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps approached.

A familiar silhouette stepped through the fog of war, his blade dripping with fresh demonic gore.

Bai Zihan!

*(How is this possible?)*

The Bai and Chu forces were supposed to be too far apart for him to arrive so quickly.

Then Mo Tianji noticed it—a literal path of corpses stretching back into the distance.

Every Demonic Beast and Cultivator in his way had been butchered.

Bai Zihan’s freezing gaze locked onto Mo Tianji.

The air itself felt heavy enough to suffocate.

“So,” Bai Zihan spoke calmly, his voice echoing clearly across the field.

“What is a weakling like you doing in this place?”

Mo Tianji’s entire frame went rigid.

A wave of terror washed over him, more piercing than any anger.

*(This monster...)*

He gritted his teeth, trying to find his resolve.

He had to say something to save face.

With a roar, Mo Tianji unleashed his Demonic Qi.

“Bai Zihan! Today is the day I end you!”

The boast sounded hollow and desperate.

Bai Zihan tilted his head slightly, then let out a small smile.

“Oh?”

“Then come and try.”

He came to a halt and even placed his sword back into his storage ring, leaving himself completely vulnerable.

“I am standing right here.”

A heavy silence followed.

Mo Tianji’s hands shook with rage and fear.

His legs were paralyzed.

*(Kill him?)*

Bai Zihan let out a quiet, mocking chuckle.

“Just as I thought.”

He shook his head in disappointment.

“All talk. No spine.”

Mo Tianji could do nothing but seethe in his own shame.

Bai Zihan began to walk forward slowly.

A few Demonic Cultivators tried to intercept him.

Slash! Slash!

Three heads tumbled to the dirt.

Their bodies hit the ground as Bai Zihan continued his march toward Mo Tianji.

“Feel free to run,” his voice drifted out casually.

“I will catch you eventually.”

Mo Tianji’s complexion turned a ghostly white.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the Chu Clan survivors.

“Bai Zihan has arrived!”

“Truly the pride of our clan’s son-in-law!”

Their hopelessness vanished in an instant.

As long as Bai Zihan was there, they believed they were invincible.

The Chu Clan Elders began shouting commands, their formations tightening as their spirits soared.

In the center, Chu Ziyan remained still, her eyes glued to his back.

A massive sense of relief washed over her.

*(He actually came...)*

A spark of warmth flickered in her heart.

*(So... he truly does care.)*

Suddenly—

“ENOUGH!”

A thunderous roar vibrated through the battlefield.

A suffocating pressure descended from above.

The Demonic Cultivators scrambled out of the way in terror.

An ancient man stepped out—he looked withered, but his eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light.

Great Ascension Realm!

A true titan of power. “Young brat,” he said with a cold edge.

“You have caused enough trouble.”

He raised a hand.

“I shall deal with you myself.”

He lunged, the very atmosphere seeming to buckle around him.

Bai Zihan drew his blade.

CLANG!!!

The sword and the palm met in a violent explosion.

Shockwaves blasted outward, forcing both combatants to slide back.

The elder’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

*(He actually parried my strike?)*

“A Great Ascension Realm elder,” Bai Zihan remarked in an offhand manner.

“This will do!”

He stepped forward with intent.

“Let’s see if you truly have the power to halt my path.”

The ground trembled beneath them.

As Bai Zihan traded hundreds of blows with the Great Ascension Realm cultivator, his expression suddenly shifted.

In the distance, the aura of a Saint-Grade Artifact suddenly flared to life.

Bai Zihan’s eyes sharpened.

“It seems the situation is even more critical than I anticipated,” Bai Zihan whispered.

If Bai Ren had been pushed to reveal the Saint-Grade Sword, then things were undoubtedly going poorly elsewhere.

He tightened his hold on his hilt.

“I need to finish this immediately.”