Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 399 Bai Zihan Vs Great Ascension Demonic Elder!
Previously on Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!...
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sounds of a sword striking a palm resonated through the air, echoing like the frantic tolling of divine bells.
Space fractured with every impact, sending out shockwaves that leveled everything within a hundred-meter radius.
Demonic cultivators who wandered too near were instantly turned into a bloody mist, dead before a single cry could escape their lips.
Bai Zihan had been locked in a fierce struggle with the Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder for a considerable duration.
The Demonic Elder’s expression grew grim.
“So fast!”
Even though he held a clear advantage in nearly every category, Bai Zihan possessed a level of speed that the Elder found irritatingly difficult to track.
Nevertheless, it was nothing he couldn't overcome.
“Blood Nether Annihilation Palm!”
He triggered his Earth-Grade technique.
A massive palm manifestation plummeted from the sky, saturated with the tyrannical and crushing power of a Great Ascension Realm expert.
Bai Zihan’s pupils narrowed instantly.
“Eternal Flowing Water Sword!”
BOOM!!!
The collision blasted Bai Zihan backward. His heels carved two deep furrows into the earth before he managed to regain his footing.
A trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.
Despite the injury, Bai Zihan felt no shock.
He had known from the beginning that a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder would be a formidable opponent.
To have sustained only these minor injuries was actually a testament to his strength.
The Demonic Elder let out a rasping laugh.
“Good! Very good! You actually survived my Blood Nether Annihilation Palm!”
He took another step forward, the oppressive weight of his presence increasing with every movement.
“But how many more can you endure?”
The members of the Chu Clan watched the scene with pure dread.
“He isn’t holding anything back!”
“Where are our reinforcements? Why hasn't a Great Ascension Realm cultivator from our side arrived?!”
While ব্যস্ত holding off Soul Formation Demonic Cultivators, Chu Ziyan couldn't stop her heart from racing with worry for Bai Zihan.
She desperately wanted to assist him, but she was painfully aware of her limitations. She struggled to face Mo Tianji; a Great Ascension Realm opponent was entirely out of her league.
Even those at the Spirit Severing Realm would be nothing more than a hindrance in a fight of this magnitude.
Unless it was someone like Bai Zihan—
But the odds of finding another freak of nature like him were virtually nonexistent.
Seeing Bai Zihan falter, the Demonic Elder believed the momentum had finally shifted in his favor.
(To think a Spirit Severing Realm brat would give me this much trouble... it’s no wonder he’s a priority target.)
Despite his outward bravado, he was fully aware of the reality.
Bai Zihan was an illogical monster for being able to fight him to this point.
Furthermore, the Blood Nether Annihilation Palm wasn't a move he could spam. It required significant preparation and drained a massive amount of Qi.
If the fight persisted, even he might face exhaustion.
The Demonic Elder charged once more.
CLANG!
Once again, steel met flesh as Demonic Qi and Sword Intent erupted in a chaotic, violent spiral.
Palm strikes rained down like falling mountains, each blow heavy enough to turn a Spirit Severing cultivator into a pulp.
The earth beneath them groaned, cracking and sinking under the sheer force of their exchange.
Yet, Bai Zihan refused to yield any more ground.
He defended, parried, and launched his own counters.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Though blood now stained his white robes, Bai Zihan’s movements remained hauntingly precise.
The Demonic Elder’s brow furrowed.
He had encountered many geniuses in his life.
He had snuffed out the lives of countless "monsters" before they could reach their peak.
But this situation defied logic.
He had clearly wounded Bai Zihan.
Yet the youth fought as if he were unhurt, as if he were immune to pain.
Even more disturbing was the realization that the wounds Bai Zihan received earlier seemed to have vanished, healed as if they were never there.
“What kind of monstrous physique is that...?”
The Demonic Elder hissed, his voice tinged with a mix of irritation and doubt.
Instead of retreating, Bai Zihan advanced.
His blade flashed.
Slash!
The Demonic Elder was forced to leap back, his Demonic Qi surging to protect himself as a thin red line appeared on his forearm.
Bai Zihan took a slow breath, his eyes remaining sharp and composed.
Even while locked in combat with a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder, his focus wasn't entirely on the man before him.
He could sense Bai Ren engaged with the Half-Qilin. That sensation alone provided him with a clear picture of how the war was progressing.
(The battle has reached its turning point.)
Observing Bai Ren wielding the Saint-Grade Sword against the Leader of Demonic Beasts made the stakes clear.
(I want to finish this quickly... but it’s proving difficult.)
Unlike the mindless Demonic Beasts, this Demonic Elder didn't just attack blindly.
Despite his arrogance, the Elder remained wary and refused to overextend himself.
In truth, a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivator was a far more complex problem than the Voidstep Razerhorn.
However—
He lacked speed. He wasn't even close to the velocity of the Voidstep Razerhorn.
Therefore, hitting him was actually easier than hitting the beast.
Bai Zihan just needed a brief moment—a single opening—to gather his Qi and execute the Fate-Severing Slash.
“Where do you think you’re looking?!”
Noticing Bai Zihan’s momentary distraction, the Demonic Elder lunged forward with explosive killing intent.
He launched a relentless assault.
One palm after another descended without a pause—violent, heavy, and merciless—each strike blending into the next.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground trembled as if an entire mountain range were being slammed into the dirt over and over.
The atmosphere became suffocating.
The Demonic Elder gave Bai Zihan no room to recover.
“Die!”
He moved closer and faster, his overlapping strikes forcing Bai Zihan to retreat step by step.
“Eternal Flowing Water Sword!”
Bai Zihan met the onslaught with calm precision.
His sword intent acted like a vast, endless river—absorbing, parrying, and softening every blow.
CLANG!
The impact surged—and was neutralized.
Another palm struck.
CLANG!
Once more, the force was diverted into the earth and the surrounding air, vanishing into nothingness.
Despite the ferocity of the attack, Bai Zihan remained standing.
The Demonic Elder’s eye twitched.
(Why won't he break?!)
Convinced that Bai Zihan was at his breaking point, he pushed even harder.
He poured even more power into his palms, disregarding the strain on his own body and the potential backlash.
“Break for me!”
CLANG!!!
The massive collision jarred both of them.
For the first time—
The Demonic Elder’s breathing hitched.
It was only for a fraction of a second.
His Qi circulation faltered momentarily under the immense pressure he had exerted.
And Bai Zihan didn't miss it.
!!!
“There!”
Bai Zihan’s gaze turned cold and sharp.
“Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!”
His form blurred and multiplied.
Nine distinct shadows emerged, each one radiating authentic sword intent. Their movements were perfectly synced, yet each held a subtle difference.
Suddenly, the area was flooded with the glint of blades.
Nine versions of Bai Zihan struck from every possible direction—high, low, left, and right—trapping the Elder in a web of sword light.
The Demonic Elder gave a cold snort.
“Hmph!”
His Demonic Qi flared out violently.
“I’ve already figured out this little trick of yours,” he sneered.
“Bai Zihan, you’re just stalling for time before you die.”
His eyes darted between the figures, his perception heightened by the Demonic Qi swirling in his pupils.
He lashed out with his palms.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
One shadow evaporated.
Then a second.
His Demonic Qi shredded the sword light, dispelling the illusions one by one.
But—
The Demonic Elder’s expression darkened.
(Where is the real one?)
These shadows were far too realistic.
Each one possessed enough presence that he had to treat them as real threats. Destroying them cost him energy—energy he couldn't afford to squander.
In that split second—
Hidden behind the fading shadows—
Bai Zihan stood perfectly still.
He was motionless.
His sword was pulled back in a starting stance.
His Qi reached a boiling point.
Every ounce of his Qi, every fragment of his sword intent, and every bit of his willpower was concentrated into the blade.
Time seemed to crawl to a halt.
Bai Zihan’s eyes locked onto the Elder’s exposed back.
“Fate Severing Slash!”
The sword swung down.
Then—
BOOM——!!!
The atmosphere was torn asunder.
It sounded like space itself was screaming in pain.
A single, absolute line of destruction carved through the battlefield, obliterating everything in its path.
The Demonic Elder’s eyes stretched wide with pure horror.
“What—?!”
He let out a primal roar as his Demonic Qi exploded. In a desperate bid for survival, he activated multiple Heaven-Grade defensive artifacts.
Barriers unfolded in rapid succession.
One shield shattered instantly.
Then another followed.
He threw up his palm in a final, frantic defense, burning his very Qi to stay alive.
CRACK!
The slash connected.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
The Demonic Elder was tossed aside like a ragdoll, crashing into the ground miles away.
As the dust cleared, the Demonic Elder was seen lying in a massive crater. His body was mangled, his armor was in pieces, and blood flowed freely from his chest and mouth.
His Demonic Qi was a chaotic mess.
His life aura flickered like a candle in the wind.
One arm was uselessly limp.
A horrific gash split his chest open—a wound that refused to heal, as if fate itself was blocking his recovery.
Shock!
Panic!
Fear!
All these emotions played across his bloody face.
(I... I was almost killed.)
Had it not been for his Heaven-Grade artifacts—
Had he not made that final, desperate stand—
He would have been wiped from existence.
His breath came in ragged gasps.
The blood wouldn't stop.
He looked up to see Bai Zihan standing at the crater's edge. His sword was lowered and his breathing was heavy, but his eyes remained eerily calm.
The Demonic Elder’s heart plummeted.
For the first time since the war began—
He felt true, paralyzing terror.
Bai Zihan took a step forward.
Each footfall sounded like a funeral bell.
The Demonic Elder tried to stand, his frame shaking violently as more blood leaked from his lips.
Bai Zihan raised his blade.
“This is the end!”
Pure fear finally took hold of the Elder’s gaze.
“W-Wait—!”
But before the killing blow could land—
“Kekeke...”
A grating, bone-chilling laugh swept across the battlefield.
The very air began to warp.
Two overwhelming auras descended at the same time.
BOOM! BOOM!
The earth cracked as two figures materialized next to the crater, their Demonic Qi rolling out like a tidal wave.
Two more Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders had arrived.
One was a skeletal, hunched figure with glowing green eyes. The other was a tall man covered in pulsing demonic runes that looked like living veins.
“Kekeke... what an unexpected prize we’ve found,” the skeletal elder hissed, his eyes locked onto Bai Zihan.
“Young prey,” the second elder noted coldly, his gaze as sharp as a razor. “To think you managed to push one of us to such a pathetic state.”
The wounded Demonic Elder’s face was a mask of relief and shame.
“S-Save me—!”
Bai Zihan froze. (This is going to be a problem!)