Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 412 Sword Turned Against Great Ascension Realm

Bai Zihan stood amidst the surrounding carnage, his robes rippling gently even as fresh blood stained the soil at his feet.

If everything proceeded as planned, Bai Zihan mused with a calm mind, this day would mark the end of the conflict.

He cast a brief, sharp glance toward the heavens.

Bai Ren.

Bai Chu.

The Grand Elders.

Once the Fate Severing Slash was truly mastered—even if the execution remained slightly flawed—it was undeniably a Saint-Grade Technique.

Beings of the caliber of Mó Zün or the Half-Qilin...

Should that technique find its mark, their deaths were certain.

This conviction did not stem from arrogance.

It was a matter of absolute certainty.

Thus, Bai Zihan believed that today would witness the conclusion of the war between the Desolate Heaven Empire and the Demonic Forces.

Without hesitation, Bai Zihan advanced—and the massacre commenced.

Since this was likely the final day, his priority was to harvest as many Points as possible. However, the task proved difficult, as his adversaries were all experts at fleeing.

The Grade-9 Demonic Beasts appeared to understand that engaging him was futile; like the Demonic Cultivators, they preferred to keep their distance.

They could attempt to run, but it was useless—Bai Zihan could overtake them with ease, meaning their flight only postponed the unavoidable.

After wiping out yet another pack of Demonic Beasts, he scanned the area and spotted several Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.

(Should I begin hunting them?)

Bai Zihan pondered.

The rewards they provided were substantial, and given his current surge in power, it seemed like a viable path.

Those Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were actively avoiding him, which was starting to hinder his Point farming.

Furthermore, the situation had changed since the time he had to face three Great Ascension Demonic Elders all on his own.

He could now launch sneak attacks on the Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators who were already preoccupied with other opponents.

Besides, this might be his final opportunity to do so.

"Hmm... let's go with that!"

Bai Zihan made his choice.

Whoosh!

He immediately locked onto one of the Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.

The target was currently embroiled in a fierce, evenly matched duel with Bai Feng.

Being the nearest Great Ascension Realm struggle, they became Bai Zihan’s primary objective.

Whoosh! Whoosh—!

Initially, the Demonic Elder failed to sense Bai Zihan’s approach.

His entire concentration was focused on Bai Feng.

Blades collided at point-blank range, as Qi and Demonic Qi clashed with violent friction.

Bai Feng pushed forward with unwavering intensity, his strikes so sharp and relentless that the Demonic Elder had no room to recover.

He was already pushed to his absolute limit.

Each clash brought him one step closer to total exhaustion.

Then—

The atmosphere shifted.

A cold shiver raced up the Demonic Elder’s spine.

Within a thirty-meter radius.

His pupils shrank in sudden terror.

(An intruder?!)

He pivoted just enough to see Bai Zihan slicing through the chaos like a silent, lethal blade.

Bai Zihan!

Pure hysteria set in.

(Eh?! What is that monster doing here?!)

Struggling against Bai Feng was hard enough. The arrival of Bai Zihan guaranteed only one outcome—

Death!

The Demonic Elder reacted instantly.

Contorting his body, he unleashed a burst of Demonic Qi to facilitate his escape, completely abandoning the duel.

However, Bai Feng’s gaze turned icy.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

Nine illusory sword phantoms erupted around Bai Feng, each one radiating genuine lethal intent.

The overlapping sword light restricted the surrounding space, pinning the Demonic Elder in place for a mere heartbeat—

That fleeting moment was all Bai Zihan required.

His form became a blur.

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword—Flickering Shadow Step!"

The air rippled.

Bai Zihan vanished into thin air.

The Demonic Elder’s heart skipped a beat—

And suddenly, Bai Zihan was right there.

Too close.

Too fast.

Before the Demonic Elder could even let out a cry—

"Second Form—Phantom Light Strike!"

A beam of frigid light pierced through his chest.

The Demonic Elder froze in place, his eyes wide with shock as his Demonic Qi began to dissipate uncontrollably.

A faint, crimson line manifested across his torso—

Then his body split in two.

The lifeless remains plummeted from the sky.

Just like that.

A Great Ascension Demonic Elder was slain.

Bai Feng watched for a moment, then let out a long breath, his fingers tightening around his hilt.

"...Good timing."

Bai Feng observed Bai Zihan, noting that the youth's mastery of the technique had already surpassed his own.

It seemed hard to believe that he had once attempted to pressure Bai Zihan into relinquishing his status as the Heir.

Who could possibly compete with him? Even Bai Feng felt inadequate in his presence.

Then again, considering Bai Zihan’s past conduct, he didn't feel his previous stance had been entirely wrong either.

It was simply that Bai Zihan had proven his worth.

Had the boy remained as he was, Bai Feng knew his original judgment would have been correct.

Bai Zihan turned around with a composed, indifferent expression, as if executing a Great Ascension Demonic Elder was merely a trivial chore.

"Uncle," he said flatly, "go support the others here."

Bai Feng nodded, accepting the instruction as if it were only natural.

Then he looked back at Bai Zihan.

"And you?" Bai Feng inquired, though the answer was obvious.

Bai Zihan’s eyes shifted toward the horizon, where several Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators were still engaged in combat, oblivious to the death of their comrade.

"I'll handle the Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivators!"

Bai Zihan answered simply, stating it as an undeniable fact.

Bai Feng felt a strange pressure in his chest.

For a second, he wanted to offer a warning or tell him to stay safe.

But the words remained unspoken.

Bai Feng gave a solemn nod.

"Alright," he replied. "Don't be reckless!"

Bai Zihan offered a subtle smile.

Then his image blurred.

Whoosh—!

He disappeared, soaring toward another Great Ascension battlefield.

Bai Zihan struck like a dark comet.

The second Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator didn't even realize what was happening.

He was in the heat of battle against a Bai Clan Elder, his Demonic Qi surging for a counterstrike—

When the space around him distorted.

A flash of cold light erupted.

And his head was severed before his mind could process the threat.

Blood showered the earth.

Another Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator—fallen.

A brief, haunting silence settled over the battlefield.

Then—

Terror took hold.

The Demonic Cultivators finally grasped the reality of the situation.

Bai Zihan was no longer hunting Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

He had set his sights on them.

"He's targeting the Great Ascension Realm!"

"That monster—he's hunting us!"

"If this continues, we'll all die one by one!"

Fear distorted their features.

Unlike mindless beasts, they possessed intellect, and that intellect made the situation far more harrowing.

If they remained scattered across the field, Bai Zihan would merely move from one duel to the next—slaughtering them with cold, efficient precision without any chance for them to fight back.

Flight was useless.

Fighting alone was a death sentence.

Away from the primary conflict, five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators converged rapidly, their Demonic Qi merging as they constructed a complex aerial array.

Ancient runes flared to life.

Blood-red symbols glowed with heat.

"This formation—are you certain?" one of them barked.

"It only lasts five minutes," another answered grimly. "But once it is active, no one can enter... and no one can leave."

Five minutes.

Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.

Against Bai Zihan.

"That's enough," the leader declared coldly. "If we don't do this, we're dead anyway."

They fanned out, returning to the fray—each one intentionally leaving openings and baiting movements to draw him in.

Whoosh—!

Bai Zihan dispatched his third Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator with ruthless speed.

Blood sprayed as the corpse hit the ground, its Demonic Qi fading into nothingness.

Without a pause, Bai Zihan pivoted—instantly targeting his next foe. He stepped forward.

The instant his foot crossed the threshold—

HUM—!

The environment shifted.

The air became as rigid as steel.

Crimson runes flared beneath him as demonic sigils etched themselves into the void.

A formation snapped shut.

The battlefield outside became a distorted blur before vanishing entirely.

Bai Zihan stopped.

His eyes scanned the confined space, sharp and unperturbed.

"...A formation."

He lifted his blade and delivered a casual strike.

BOOM!

The sword hit the barrier—

And was repelled with violent force.

The collision sent a tremor through the formation, yet it held firm.

Bai Zihan was pushed back half a step.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh? A Grade-5 Formation?"

The walls of the formation pulsed, absorbing the energy as the demonic runes stabilized themselves.

It hadn't even sustained a crack.

Bai Zihan let out a soft breath.

He was impressed—if only slightly.

Then—

Five silhouettes appeared.

Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators stepped into view, their combined auras flooding the sealed area with murderous intent.

Their fear had vanished.

They looked exhilarated.

Triumphant.

"Hahaha... we've finally trapped you."

"Do you have any idea how many of our kin you've slaughtered?"

The leader moved forward, his eyes shining with certainty.

"But it ends here."

"This formation locks space itself. No entry, no exit."

"And we all remember what happened the last time you fought three Great Ascension Elders."

"You survived," he sneered, "but you were left utterly broken."

No Qi.

No strength.

Unable to even stand.

"So tell me," the leader said coldly, spreading his arms wide, "what do you think happens now?"

Five against one.

A locked formation.

No way out.

No help coming.

Their Demonic Qi surged, filling the space like a rising flood.

They were certain.

Bai Zihan was a dead man.

Bai Zihan slowly lowered his sword.

He looked at each of them in turn.

Then, a faint smile played on his lips.

"Let's find out," he said softly, "who is actually trapped."