Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 402 Three Great Ascension Demonic Elder Killed!

Bai Chu felt a heavy weight in his chest as he detected several Great Ascension Realm Demonic presences closing in on Bai Zihan’s location.

His sword intent flared erratically, churning violently as anxiety gripped his heart.

CLANG! CLANG!

Despite his desperate efforts, Mó Zūn was not an adversary who could be pushed aside simply because Bai Chu willed it.

He immediately utilized telepathy to contact every Bai Clan cultivator at the Great Ascension Realm or higher within range.

"Bai Zihan is in danger! Go help him!"

However, nearly all of them were similarly trapped and unable to provide assistance.

The voice of Bai Tianheng came through, strained by the intensity of combat.

"I am pinned down... two Demonic Elders..."

Another transmission followed, sounding hoarse and unstable.

"I am surrounded... these Demonic Beasts are leaving me no openings."

Then came another, and another.

Every expert was preoccupied. Even those allied with the Bai Clan found themselves bogged down by the enemy forces.

To make matters worse, upon seeing Bai Zihan's dire situation, experts from the Li Clan, Zhao Clan, and Azure Holy Sun Sect began to intentionally delay their own fights. They feigned injuries, allowing their opponents to keep the Bai Clan warriors occupied.

They weren't just facing pressure from the Demonic Cultivators—their supposed allies were openly sabotaging them.

Bai Chu’s face twisted into a dark scowl.

(It was a setup!)

This was no accident.

It was a calculated trap designed specifically to leave Bai Zihan isolated.

In that brief moment of distraction—

Mó Zūn struck.

His saber let out a piercing scream as Demonic Qi exploded, lashing out from a trajectory Bai Chu would normally have blocked with ease.

The blade sliced through Bai Chu’s guard, carving a crimson line across his shoulder.

Blood sprayed into the air.

Bai Chu stumbled back half a step, forcing his aura to stabilize as fury burned in his gaze.

Mó Zūn let out a cold smirk.

"Battles between experts," he remarked with composure, "are settled in moments like this. Bai Chu, how dare you lose focus while facing me!"

It was obvious that Bai Chu was preoccupied—distracted—even with Mó Zūn standing before him.

The same held true for the other experts of the Bai Clan.

Driven by the desperate need to reach Bai Zihan, they grew impatient—

And their enemies seized the opportunity, striking the instant a flaw appeared in their defense.

At the level of Great Ascension and beyond, even the smallest lapse in concentration is a fatal opening.

Though he knew worry served no purpose, Bai Chu could not help himself.

Bai Zihan was their Heir, the most gifted genius in a millennium of clan history—the one they believed would surpass all others.

The clan would gladly sacrifice Great Ascension Realm experts—or even those in the Immortal Realm—if it meant ensuring Bai Zihan's safety.

His worth outweighed everyone else's.

(Was it a mistake to bring him here?)

The intrusive thought entered his mind.

They—and the other Clans—had brought their young geniuses to gain the combat experience necessary for their future growth.

Furthermore, they had assumed the battle would be manageable given the collective strength of the allied forces.

But who could have predicted that a junior like Bai Zihan would be so relentlessly targeted?

Sending three Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators after him was unheard of.

And that their allies would intentionally assist the enemy in this endeavor?

It felt as though the entire battlefield conspired for Bai Zihan’s death. The Bai Clan, which had been dominant until now, was suddenly backed into a corner and forced onto the defensive.

The longer the conflict persisted, the more their dread intensified.

Despite Bai Zihan’s sudden explosion of power and his fierce struggle, they did not believe he could hold out against three Great Ascension Realm opponents.

Then, it happened—

Three massive demonic signatures vanished in quick succession.

The shockwave of their disappearance rolled across the field like a delayed, heavy tide.

Mó Zūn’s expression went rigid.

Bai Chu’s breath hitched in his throat.

Both instinctively turned their attention toward the distant fray.

Three severed heads lay before Bai Zihan, the final remnants of demonic aura dissipating from them.

Great Ascension Realm!

Dead!

Even on a field crawling with Immortals, the fall of a Great Ascension Realm cultivator was a rare event.

And this time—

Three had fallen simultaneously.

To say nothing of the identity of their killer.

"Bai Zihan!"

Bai Chu cried out, his voice a mix of shock, relief, and intense pride.

Bai Zihan raised his head, locking eyes with Bai Chu across the vast distance. He offered a brief, almost nonchalant nod.

Bai Zihan was fully aware that Bai Chu and Mó Zūn were observing him, just as he had kept a portion of his focus on their duel.

"After the first one," Bai Zihan remarked casually, "the other two weren't that difficult to take down."

Bai Zihan murmured to himself.

One had been weaker than the Skeleton Elder, while the other was already wounded from the engagement.

With his temporary power, it hadn't taken long to finish them—though it was largely because they were paralyzed by shock at what they witnessed, giving him the perfect opening.

Mó Zūn stood as if frozen.

His grin evaporated.

His pupils contracted sharply.

"What?"

Genuine astonishment finally broke through his mask.

He could have understood if they were Void Refinement Elders.

He could have even accepted Bai Zihan surviving against a single Great Ascension Demonic Elder.

But killing three?

While only at the Spirit Severing Realm?

Even accounting for some bizarre technique used to boost his Cultivation, it should have been impossible.

"Haha... Mó Zūn, it appears you have underestimated our Bai Zihan!"

Bai Chu laughed heartily.

Losing three Great Ascension Elders was a devastating blow, even for the Demonic Cultivators.

"Underestimated, you say?"

Mó Zūn was stunned.

Sending three Great Ascension Elders after a Spirit Severing Realm brat was already a massive overkill.

Given the potential and strength Bai Zihan had displayed, who else would require such a force?

And yet—

Even that had ended in failure.

The moment Bai Chu realized Bai Zihan was not only breathing but had slaughtered three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders, the knot in his chest loosened.

The fog of worry clouding his mind vanished.

His sword intent became steady.

Then—

It surged to new heights.

Sharpened by his rage.

Tempered by his pride.

Bolstered by absolute certainty.

"Mó Zūn," Bai Chu declared coldly, "your plot has failed, and you have lost three Great Ascension Elders in the process. How does it feel to see your grand plan fall apart?"

Slash!

Bai Chu’s sword blurred.

The strike was precise, savage, and far swifter than before—free of hesitation and restraint.

Mó Zūn’s eyes narrowed.

Clang!

Their blades clashed, but this time the force of the blow shoved Mó Zūn back half a step.

His aura flickered.

His momentum was shattered.

The psychological impact had finally taken its toll.

And he wasn't the only one—

The shift was felt across the entire battlefield.

The Great Ascension experts of the Bai Clan sensed it immediately. Their despair evaporated.

The frantic edge in their movements smoothed out.

In its place, a fire of excitement was lit.

Their strikes became more lethal.

Their confidence reached its peak.

"He actually killed them."

"At the Spirit Severing Realm...?"

"Who else but Bai Zihan could pull off such a feat?"