Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 411 The Battlefield of Relentless Fury

Bai Ren moved forward.

With a singular stride, he flickered out of existence and reappeared high above the field of war, his white robes fluttering aggressively as Immortal Qi boiled beneath his feet.

He released a sharp, calculated pressure, directed entirely at the massive silhouette looming in the heavens.

The Half-Qilin’s pupils narrowed instantly.

Before the creature could react, Bai Ren had closed half the gap, halting just outside its lethal reach—proximate enough to be a threat, yet distant enough to be an insult. A smirk played on his lips.

"Didn't you learn your lesson from last time?"

Bai Ren spoke softly, yet his words resonated clearly across the sky.

The Half-Qilin paused for a fleeting second—

Then, it let out a roar.

It was a violent, world-shaking howl that sent ripples of shockwaves through the cloud layer.

Its Qi erupted with ferocity, crimson flames dancing along its armored scales as a tide of killing intent saturated the atmosphere.

"Don't be arrogant, human!" the Half-Qilin bellowed.

"You only managed to injure me because of your weapon. Today, I will shred you to pieces!"

The Half-Qilin’s gaze burned with pure malice as it fixed its sight on Bai Ren. The disgrace it had previously endured was seared into its pride—and today, it intended to wash that stain away.

Bai Ren simply let out a small laugh.

"So impatient," he whispered.

Behind him, two more figures took action.

Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande stepped out as well. Having faced the Half-Qilin before, they were assigned to confront it once again.

In truth, Zhao Wujin wanted to decline—he had no desire to encounter the Half-Qilin again—but his dignity forbade him from retreating.

Furthermore, if he didn't face the Half-Qilin, he might be forced to fight Mó Zün, who was an equally formidable adversary.

Bai Chu also shifted, flying straight toward Mó Zūn.

The moment the Half-Qilin finished its threat, the sky seemed to detonate.

It didn't hesitate.

It refused to grant Bai Ren the luxury of the first move.

With a savage cry, its gargantuan frame became a blur, the very fabric of space fracturing under its charge as it closed the distance in a heartbeat.

Demonic flames flared up, and claws ripped through the void, striking directly at Bai Ren.

Fast. Decisive. Ruthless.

Bai Ren’s eyes grew sharp.

In their last encounter, the Half-Qilin had been passive, letting wounds accumulate until it had to flee.

This time, it would not provide Bai Ren with that advantage.

Boom—!

Bai Ren swung his blade just in time, Immortal Qi exploding outward as the claw crashed down.

The force of the collision rattled the heavens, sending shockwaves outward as both combatants were knocked back.

Before Bai Ren could launch a counter-stroke—

The Half-Qilin was already lunging again.

Another rush. Another blow. It was unrelenting.

It denied Bai Ren any rhythm or opening, assault following assault like a tireless tempest.

From behind Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande unleashed their power.

Techniques hammered against the Half-Qilin’s side and back—

Yet the monster didn't even glance their way.

It disregarded them entirely, treating them as nothing more than bothersome gnats at its side.

Its attention remained locked on Bai Ren.

Because it understood.

Those two lacked the power to truly wound it. It only needed to stay cautious of the sword in Bai Ren’s hand.

Zhao Wujin ground his teeth together.

His strikes were hitting home—but they were shallow, deflected by tough scales or neutralized by Demonic Qi.

Even so, he persisted. Even if he couldn't land a killing blow, every bit of interference counted.

Yu Xuande cooperated perfectly, timing his attacks to disrupt the Half-Qilin’s momentum, forcing it to make minor adjustments—small openings that Bai Ren seized immediately.

Bai Ren’s focus intensified.

The trade of blows turned more violent, sparks cascading like falling stars as steel and claw clashed repeatedly.

The Half-Qilin refused to simply absorb damage this time; it retreated and struck back in an instant, never permitting Bai Ren to draw blood.

This was the result of hard-earned experience.

Elsewhere—

Bai Chu and Mó Zun met in battle.

Their engagement was quieter—but no less lethal.

Qi and Demonic Qi tangled as the two traded strikes.

Neither side pushed too hard, and neither showed more of their hand than required.

It was a deadlock.

And Mó Zun didn't seem bothered by the stalemate.

His face remained cold and indifferent, his motions as steady and methodical as before.

He wasn't there to take risks.

He wasn't there to hurry.

As long as the Half-Qilin kept Bai Ren occupied, time worked in his favor.

However—neither Bai Ren nor Bai Chu had arrived with the intention of being caught in a war of attrition.

They were biding their time.

Waiting for the perfect window.

To unleash the technique they had been honing over the past week.

Naturally, they couldn't use it carelessly.

It drained a massive amount of Qi, and once this hidden card was played, the element of surprise would be lost forever.

It had to be a perfect hit.

When they triggered it—

It had to end the fight.

CLANG! CLANG!

Sword and claw smashed together again and again, sparks tearing through the firmament.

The intensity of the fight only ramped up.

The Half-Qilin was becoming overwhelming.

Its massive form moved with terrifying accuracy, Demonic flames coiling around it as every strike carried the weight of a mountain.

Bai Ren was pushed back step by step, his white robes shredded by the pressure, his Immortal Qi flaring incessantly just to maintain his defense.

He was unable to move forward.

Every time Bai Ren attempted a counter, the Half-Qilin pivoted away, its claws slamming down before the sword could reach its mark.

Yu Xuande and Zhao Wujin provided constant support.

And yet—

It was futile.

Their techniques landed, but the Half-Qilin’s scales barely showed a crack. Demonic Qi absorbed the force, and any minor wounds closed almost instantly.

The beast didn't even bother to growl at them.

It didn't even look at them.

It simply hammered at Bai Ren with increasing force.

Faster. Heavier.

Another claw swung down—

BOOM!

Bai Ren managed to block, but his feet skidded through the air, and a trickle of blood finally escaped the corner of his mouth. His arm shook as he channeled Immortal Qi to keep his sword steady.

The Half-Qilin towered over him, its eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

"It seems your end has arrived, human!"

It roared.

Its killing intent reached a peak.

A giant demonic sigil manifested beneath its talons as it funneled all its power into one final, crushing blow—a strike meant to finish the battle.

Even Bai Ren could feel the weight of it.

He let out a slow breath.

There was no panic. No despair.

Only... stillness.

The Half-Qilin plunged like a falling star.

Claws tore the sky asunder. Death approached rapidly. And in that very instant—

Bai Ren’s Immortal Qi shifted.

It flowed inward in a pattern so intricate and profound that the space around him began to shudder.

In the distance, Bai Chu’s eyes narrowed.

(Now!)

The Half-Qilin felt the change too—and its face twisted in alarm.

"What—?!"

But it was far too late.

Bai Ren raised his blade. "Fate Severing Slash!"