Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 401 One Man Against Three!

Bai Zihan’s presence swelled with power until it reached a sudden standstill.

Peak Void Refinement Realm!

Releasing a slow breath, he sensed the immense energy racing through his meridians.

His skeletal structure hummed, his blood surged with the force of a storm, and Qi cascaded through his widened dantian without end.

He felt capable of ascending further, and his physical vessel seemed sturdy enough to endure the transition.

However, he chose to pause.

This marked his initial attempt at utilizing the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique.

The long-term consequences were still a mystery to him, and he was uncertain of how stable his condition would remain if he pushed the boundaries.

For the task at hand, the Peak Void Refinement Realm was sufficient.

It was plenty to challenge three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders.

The trio of Demonic Elders gaped at him as if he were a freak of nature. "How is this possible?"

The tall Demonic Elder’s eyes narrowed in shock.

A leap in cultivation spanning more than an entire major realm was unheard of.

In their centuries of existence, they had witnessed many things.

They knew of forbidden arts and techniques that traded life force for power.

But this situation?

It shattered every law of cultivation.

Even the most taboo methods that forced a Spirit Severing cultivator into the Void Refinement Realm were known to leave the user permanently crippled or dead.

Yet, Bai Zihan had not merely stepped into the Void Refinement Realm—

He had surged all the way to its absolute zenith.

"And his breathing remains perfectly calm..."

The injured elder croaked, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Despite their astonishment at such a feat, they felt no fear.

The skeletal Demonic Elder barked out a dry, rasping cackle.

"Kekeke... what does it matter?"

Eerie green fire flared within his hollow sockets.

"Void Refinement is still just Void Refinement."

He moved forward, his Demonic Qi rolling out like a dark tide.

"You have not reached the Great Ascension Realm."

The other two shifted into position, creating a loose perimeter around him.

"And we outnumber you three to one."

Their murderous intent refocused on Bai Zihan—heavy, suffocating, and pitiless.

They had already cast aside their initial surprise.

As veterans of a thousand bloody conflicts, they were not easily rattled.

They understood a fundamental truth:

A technique this overwhelming had to carry a heavy price.

"No secret art can be maintained forever," the tall elder remarked with a cold sneer.

He laughed mockingly.

"The more explosive the power, the swifter it fades."

The wounded elder nodded, his gaze shimmering with spite.

"You won't hold this form for long. Besides, the Void Refinement Realm is still insufficient to defeat the three of us."

Bai Zihan remained silent as he listened.

Then, a small smile played on his lips.

"You aren't wrong."

Keeping this state active indefinitely was indeed impossible—

"However," Bai Zihan added, raising his blade while his eyes turned sharp as ice, "you are mistaken about one detail."

The atmospheric pressure surrounding him suddenly intensified.

"I don't require much time to finish you off."

His sword intent burst forth, far more concentrated and lethal than before.

The Qi of a Peak Void Refinement expert merged flawlessly with the Eternal Spirit Sword.

The skeletal Demonic Elder’s green flames erupted in fury.

"That pride will be your undoing!"

He lunged.

In a heartbeat, the ground beneath him shattered as Demonic Qi exploded outward.

He turned into a blur, appearing before Bai Zihan like a ghost with clawed fingers aiming for the throat.

It was a lethal strike—rapid, savage, and definitive.

But—Bai Zihan had already vanished.

The skeletal elder’s pupils contracted.

Too quick!

Before he could react, a sharp ring of metal echoed through the air.

Clang!

The Eternal Spirit Sword swung up, blocking the deadly claw with ease.

The impact sent shockwaves through the air, yet Bai Zihan did not flinch.

Instead, it was the skeletal elder who was knocked backward.

"What?!"

He shrieked in frustration.

Simultaneously, the tall Demonic Elder and the wounded one struck from both sides.

Bai Zihan stood his ground.

Slash! Slash!

The space in front of him seemed to ripple.

The corrosive palm attack was cleaved in two, the Demonic Qi evaporating like smoke.

Without losing momentum, Bai Zihan rotated his wrist, flicking the sword’s tip behind him—

Clang!

The dark, blood-stained spear of the Tall Demonic Elder shattered into pieces, dissolving before it could touch him.

He launched his counter-move immediately.

The wounded elder barely raised his guard before the sword intent slammed into him.

Boom!

He was sent flying, carving a path through the dirt as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The tall Demonic Elder’s face finally twisted with worry.

This wasn't just a fight for survival. They were actually being overpowered.

They renewed their assault together—faster and more vicious, letting their killing intent run wild.

Yet Bai Zihan drifted through their attacks like a current of water.

Every strike was parried before it could land.

Every counter-stroke forced them to retreat.

The terrain buckled under the weight of their clashing Qi, but the reality was undeniable—

It wasn't the three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders cornering Bai Zihan.

It was Bai Zihan who was driving the three of them back.

"How can this be?!"

The tall elder bellowed, his arms trembling as he blocked another sword strike.

The skeletal elder scrambled back, his green eye-fires flickering wildly.

"He is only at Void Refinement—how can he possess such strength?!"

Bai Zihan took another step forward, his sword singing with focused intent.

His expression was icy and composed.

Watching from the side, Mo Tianji stood with his jaw dropped.

He had found it hard enough to believe that Bai Zihan had bested one Great Ascension Elder—now he was taking on three at once and dominating the fight.

He had expected Bai Zihan to be slaughtered; no amount of talent mattered once one was dead.

But now?

Three Great Ascension Demonic Elders were fumbling and struggling while Bai Zihan advanced with total confidence.

Witnessing this was enough to break the spirit of even the most arrogant man.

Mo Tianji gnashed his teeth in a fit of rage.

"Just kill him already!"

He couldn't restrain his shouting—venting his fury at the three elders. They were supposed to be peak powerhouses, yet they were being humiliated by a mere youth.

The other Demonic Cultivators watching felt a similar sense of dread.

Those three should have finished Bai Zihan long ago to assist elsewhere, yet they looked like they were the ones about to die.

It defied all logic.

Slash! Slash!

The three Demonic Elders began to slow down.

Their strikes became more calculated and defensive.

They stopped their reckless charging.

"He is burning through his Qi," the tall Demonic Elder noted coldly, narrowing his eyes.

"A surge like this cannot be maintained."

The wounded elder caught his breath, wiping a trail of blood from his chin. "Let him tire himself out. When the backlash arrives, he will be at our mercy."

The skeletal elder’s green flames danced as he chuckled softly. "Kekeke... run out of air, boy. The Heavens never grant such power without a cost."

They began to circle him instead of engaging directly—choosing to defend and forcing Bai Zihan to waste energy on swing after swing.

They were certain of one fact:

No Void Refinement cultivator—regardless of how gifted—could keep up this level of output for long.

But they were mistaken.

Bai Zihan’s breath remained steady.

His Qi showed no signs of fading.

His internal reserves were like a bottomless ocean.

The Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique pulsed within him, but his dantian remained full.

Several minutes passed in high-intensity combat, and Bai Zihan showed no fatigue whatsoever.

The skeletal elder’s brow furrowed.

"Why isn't his aura dropping?"

Before he could find an answer—

Bai Zihan stopped cold.

He lowered his blade.

The entire battlefield went hauntingly quiet.

"Hm?" the tall elder mocked. "Have you finally hit your limit?"

Bai Zihan looked up.

The Eternal Spirit Sword began to vibrate.

Then—

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

The fabric of reality seemed to tear.

Bai Zihan disappeared.

It wasn't just speed—

He was simply gone!

Nine afterimages sprouted across the field at once, each one projecting the exact same sword intent and murderous pressure.

The three elders braced for the strike.

They assumed Bai Zihan would repeat his previous tactic against the wounded Elder and prepared to withstand a massive blow. However, Bai Zihan didn't use the Fate Severing Slash. Instead, he locked onto a single target: the Skeletal Elder. Nine blades fell as one.

Each movement was like light passing through water—silent, perfect, and impossible to dodge.

"NO—!"

Slash!

A brilliant arc of silver light tore through the air.

The skeletal elder froze in place.

The green fire in his eyes flickered once... and then died out.

His head detached from his neck, spinning into the air before hitting the dirt with a thud.

The headless corpse stood for a brief second—

And then toppled over.

Absolute silence gripped the area!

The two remaining Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders watched in pure terror.

One of them—dead.

Bai Zihan materialized again, standing peacefully as his sword’s edge dripped with dark residue.

His aura was as strong as ever.

He turned his gaze toward the remaining two elders; he had no intention of letting them live either.