Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 413 Fated to Die Here

"Heaven's Mandate Reversal."

Without a moment's hesitation, Bai Zihan activated the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique.

His aura surged violently, shattering the limits of the Top Void Refinement Realm before finally stabilizing at a terrifying height.

The eyes of the leader narrowed instantly.

"That bizarre technique once again."

However, he did not back down. A sneer curled on his lips instead.

"Encircle him. Finish him off!"

The five attackers struck simultaneously.

Roaring Demonic Qi erupted as they moved into a specialized killing formation, trapping Bai Zihan from every angle.

Chains forged of blood-red sigils linked their presences together, causing their collective power to skyrocket.

This quintet had been dispatched to eliminate Bai Zihan for a specific reason beyond their individual prowess.

It was their perfect synchronization.

By fighting as a single entity, they had successfully hunted down numerous Great Ascension Realm cultivators, regardless of their reputation.

A simple look, a minor pulse of intent, or the shift of a shadow was all they needed to coordinate their movements.

There was no hesitation and no inefficiency.

Every member acted to shield the blind spots of the others.

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

Bai Zihan took the initiative.

His form became a blur as his sword light fractured into nine distinct, overlapping images.

Shadows darted in every direction, each radiating genuine sword intent and appearing identical to his true self.

In a heartbeat, the restricted domain was crawling with Bai Zihans.

One Demonic Cultivator lashed out—

But as his strike connected, the "Bai Zihan" in front of him dissolved into thin air.

"A decoy—!"

Before his warning could finish—

BOOM!

Five strikes hit at the exact same moment.

All nine shadows were wiped out in a single breath.

Claws, blades, and demonic spells struck with flawless precision, erasing the illusions before a single counter-strike could land.

Not a single movement was wasted.

Not a single reaction was late.

At the center of the chaos—

CLANG!

Bai Zihan’s actual body was shoved back half a step as a massive demonic blade crashed against his defense.

Sparks flew as the weapons ground together, sending shockwaves through the very foundation of the formation.

The remaining four saw their chance.

A flaw.

"Now!"

They charged in unison, their killing intent reaching a fever pitch as their auras peaked.

Howling Demonic Qi formed crushing waves designed to ground Bai Zihan into dust.

Bai Zihan’s gaze turned razor-sharp.

His Qi surged once more.

With a flick of his wrist, power surged through his arm like a tidal wave, forcibly knocking back the Demonic Cultivator and breaking the rhythm of their coordinated strike.

"Eternal Flowing Water Sword!"

Bai Zihan’s blade carved a graceful, circular path.

Sword light cascaded like a never-ending river, creating layers of defensive currents around his person.

Every incoming blow was intercepted, diverted, and neutralized. Their savage energy was absorbed and guided away rather than being met with brute force.

Clang Clang Clang!

Assaults poured in from every side, yet the barrier remained unbroken.

The sealed domain shuddered as sword intent and demonic Qi clashed without end.

Amidst the tempest, Bai Zihan remained rooted—calm, focused, and defiant.

Three minutes ticked by.

Within the barrier, every inch of air was saturated with murderous intent.

The five Demonic Cultivators maintained a relentless barrage.

Their formation was in constant flux—attacks morphed into defenses, feints became lethal strikes, and angles shifted in total harmony.

As one stepped back, another filled the gap. If one blow missed, three others were already in motion.

It was a masterpiece of teamwork.

And yet—

They could not gain an inch of ground.

Bai Zihan stood at the epicenter like an unshakeable pillar, his blade in constant motion.

The Eternal Flowing Water Sword kept circulating, its light rising and falling like the relentless tides of the sea.

No matter the ferocity of the attack, it was caught, turned, and discarded.

Three minutes.

Not a single drop of blood had been drawn.

The faces of the Demonic Cultivators grew grim.

Attempting to crush him with sheer force was proving futile.

Every exchange hammered home a terrifying reality: Bai Zihan’s physical constitution far surpassed their own.

Each impact sent a numbing vibration through their limbs, rattling their bones and Meridians despite the protection of their Demonic Qi.

But that wasn't the most concerning part.

'He should have exhausted his Qi by this point...'

One of them reflected bitterly.

The memory was vivid.

During their last encounter.

Bai Zihan had barely survived a battle against three Great Ascension Elders. He had been left hollow, drained, and unable to even stand on his own.

That vulnerability was the reason they had dared to set this trap.

That was the source of their confidence.

But now—

As the minutes stretched on.

Bai Zihan’s aura showed no signs of flagging.

Not in the slightest.

His Qi flow remained steady, deep, and robust, as if he were connected to an infinite source.

His breath was even. His movements remained swift.

They had no way of knowing that Bai Zihan had achieved two breakthroughs since their last meeting, significantly refining his control over the technique. With Heaven's Mandate Reversal, Bai Zihan was certain he could maintain this state for twenty minutes—provided he didn't burn through his Qi in a single burst.

The five Demonic Cultivators traded quick looks, a flicker of doubt finally marring their perfect coordination.

Three minutes were gone.

Only two remained.

But Bai Zihan had no intention of letting the clock run out.

His eyes grew sharp and cold as his sword lowered slightly before steadying.

(Searching for a perfect flaw is a waste of time.)

He understood the situation now.

Their synergy was flawless.

There would be no "ideal moment," no glaring weakness, and no slow reaction to capitalize on through normal tactics.

To wait for an opening was to wait for an eternity.

Thus, Bai Zihan opted for the most straightforward solution.

The most brutal one.

His ultimate strike. Sword intent exploded.

The sealed domain began to vibrate.

The five Demonic Cultivators sensed it instantly, their expressions shifting to masks of shock.

A heavy, absolute pressure descended, as if the very laws of the Dao were being bent to serve the edge of Bai Zihan’s blade.

Bai Zihan took one deliberate step forward.

He hoisted his sword.

Time seemed to stutter.

Noise died away completely.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

As the words echoed—

The blade descended.

In that heartbeat, the sealed space let out a scream.

A crescent of pale-gold sword light tore forward, carrying a sense of absolute finality. Wherever the light touched, the air fractured, layers of reality peeling away like parchment.

Because the formation had compressed the space—

Because there was no exit—

There was no place to hide.

The five Demonic Cultivators reacted with desperation.

"Defend!"

They abandoned their offensive stance as one.

Defensive spells and Artifacts were all triggered at once.

Trapped in such a small area, they had no choice but to take the hit head-on.

BOOM—!!!

The Fate Severing Slash connected.

The sealed domain rocked violently, demonic glyphs flickering as if they were about to shatter.

The five Demonic Cultivators shrieked as the force slammed into them, snapping bones and rupturing organs.

Bai Zihan watched the carnage with a cold, steady gaze.

He wanted to see the results.

After two breakthroughs.

After reaching a new height of mastery with the Fate Severing Slash.

After stabilizing the Heaven's Mandate Reversal—

Could they actually endure this?

The golden sword light consumed them entirely.

And in that fleeting moment—

Fate paused for the verdict.

Then, total silence!

CRACK—!

The sealed domain—once thick with demonic power and suffocating weight—shattered into fragments of twisted space, evaporating like broken glass.

Fissures raced through the air before vanishing into nothingness.

In the center of the ruin—

Five figures were still standing.

But barely.

Their blood-red sigils had faded to a dim, dying flicker, and some were gone completely.

Demonic Qi bled from their frames like smoke from a broken furnace.

One had collapsed to a knee, coughing up mouthfuls of dark blood.

Another's arm was twisted at a sickening angle, bone protruding through shredded skin.

The leader remained on his feet only because his blade was buried in the earth, acting as a crutch.

His armor had been split down the middle, a pale-gold burn mark etched across his chest, still hissing with leftover sword intent.

They had lived.

At the very last second, they had stacked every defensive art and used every Artifact in their possession, overlapping their shields to nudge the sword's path just enough to avoid being vaporized.

It was the absolute limit of their defense.

And it had left them broken.

Bai Zihan stood a short distance away, his sword lowered and his robes swaying in the dying wind.

He observed them.

Then, he let out a soft sigh.

"You survived."

His tone held no malice.

Only a trace of disappointment.

But that feeling passed quickly.

In the end—

Expecting five Great Ascension Realm experts with perfect teamwork to die so easily was perhaps too much to ask.

Bai Zihan straightened his posture.

His gaze turned icy.

"Regardless," he spoke calmly, raising his sword once more, "it doesn't matter."

"It is your fate to perish here."

Right then—

A series of powerful auras burst onto the scene.

"Zihan!"

An urgent, familiar voice called out.

The Elders of the Bai Clan.

Several figures streaked through the sky, their robes snapping as they landed—each one a powerhouse of the Great Ascension Realm.

Their faces were stern as they immediately focused on Bai Zihan, checking him for wounds.

They had been nearby.

Waiting for an opening.

The sealing barrier had blocked everything—space, sound, and even divine sense. Regardless of their anxiety or rage, they had been forced to wait outside.

But now—

The barrier was gone.

Destroyed by the Fate Severing Slash.

The Bai Clan Elders gasped as they took in the devastation.

The ruined ground.

The shattered domain.

And the five Demonic Cultivators who could barely keep their balance.

Bai Zihan had already neutralized the greatest threats.

What was left—

Was merely the cleanup.

The leader of the Demonic Cultivators looked up, his bloodshot eyes widening as he felt the overwhelming pressure surrounding them.

Great Ascension auras.

Multiple. Closing in.

This was the end!

However, Bai Zihan still needed to collect his rewards from the system, so he was the one to deliver the final blow.

And none could protest—after all, they were already half-dead from their battle with him.