Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 414 No Path Left to Victory

The momentum of the conflict shifted violently.

The Demonic Forces had suffered catastrophic losses among their Great Ascension Realm cultivators. Furthermore, Bai Zihan remained in peak fighting condition, unlike his previous state where the use of Heaven's Mandate Reversal had drained his strength and sidelined him.

An overwhelming superiority was now held by the Desolate Heaven Empire. Across the scorched earth, the thick Demonic Qi began to dissipate.

Nevertheless—

A grim realization remained in everyone's hearts.

The Great Ascension Realm was never the true arbiter of this war.

The burden of destiny rested solely on the Immortals.

High above the clouds, where the fabric of reality buckled and the laws of the world shrieked under the strain, the duel between Immortal beings continued to fragment the heavens. That ethereal theater was where the final verdict would be delivered.

Just as the onlookers prepared themselves for a grueling, endless stalemate reminiscent of the last great war—

The atmosphere shifted.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

The pupils of the Half-Qilin contracted into tiny needles.

As soon as Bai Ren uttered those words, a sensation emerged—not of an outward explosion of power, but of something far more sinister.

Bai Ren executed a swing.

The movement of the blade was fluid and uncomplicated, yet the instant the strike was unleashed, the world seemed to fracture. A pale-white crescent sliced through the firmament, cutting through the void, demonic flames, and martial intent with equal ease.

In that very heartbeat—

Bai Chu’s gaze turned sharp.

Witnessing Bai Ren reveal the secret technique, he acted without a moment's pause. He knew that if Bai Ren utilized it, Mó Zun would correctly assume that he possessed the skill as well. Since the advantage of a surprise attack had vanished, Bai Chu opted for raw decisiveness.

He bypassed the need for a perfect opening and condensed his Qi—

The strikes occurred almost in unison.

Mó Zun’s eyes narrowed. Just as the massive eruption of Qi from Bai Ren’s direction diverted his focus, Bai Chu launched his own assault, leaving the demon lord no time to even process his shock.

Bai Chu raised his weapon high.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

For the second time, the heavens convulsed. A freezing, pitiless arc tore downward toward Mó Zun, severing the dimensions, his intent, and the very threads of causality.

Mó Zun’s countenance finally twisted into a dark scowl. He immediately abandoned his offensive stance, erupting with Demonic Qi as he manifested layer after layer of defensive barriers.

Two Fate Severing Slashes had been unleashed nearly at once. One targeted the Half-Qilin, while the other bore down on Mó Zun.

The world let out a scream. An absolute and vast Qi erupted, carving through the sky in pale-gold arcs. Space was cleaved cleanly in their path, and the laws of nature unraveled as the slashes fell with the weight of divine judgment.

Neither man had fully mastered the art; they had not even reached the level of a beginner. However, it remained a Saint-Grade Technique. Even with rudimentary mastery, its potency eclipsed any Heaven-Grade technique in existence.

While Bai Zihan might have possessed superior finesse, Bai Ren and Bai Chu were far beyond him in terms of sheer, destructive power—a fact made terrifyingly clear by their execution of the Fate Severing Slash.

The twin strikes descended. Sound was swallowed by the void as the sword Qi cut downward. It did not explode; it erased, as if the very concept of fate was being excised from reality.

The Half-Qilin bore the first impact. It let out an instinctive, enraged howl, crossing its massive forearms in a frantic block as demonic flames flared. But the Fate Severing Slash bypassed its defenses as if they were nothing. Its limbs were severed cleanly at the shoulders, sending demonic blood gushing into the void while space peeled away behind the strike.

The momentum did not falter. It carved through scales, muscle, and bone, tearing a gruesome, deep gash across the beast's frame. Though it did not split the creature entirely in two, it came dangerously close. The lingering Sword Qi continued to ravage its torso, leaving a wound that defied all attempts at healing.

RRRWWWRRR!

The Half-Qilin plummeted, its roar turning into a broken, pained shriek as its aura shattered. Demonic Qi hemorrhaged from its mangled form, its regenerative abilities completely neutralized.

... It survived, but it was utterly broken.

Simultaneously, Mó Zun was struck. His pupils shook violently as the Fate Severing Slash arrived. Without hesitation, he triggered a High-Grade Heaven Defensive Artifact. Runes expanded like a dying star as he flooded the item with Demonic Qi.

BOOM—!!!

The artifact exploded into fragments. The runes vanished one by one, and the defensive barriers collapsed in a violent wave of backlash. While the treasure absorbed the brunt of the attack, it could not stop it all.

Mó Zun was sent flying, coughing up blood as his body crashed through the warped dimensions. He struggled to stabilize himself, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His armor was shredded. Across his chest, a deep, burning mark remained—sword intent lingering there like a persistent curse.

Mó Zun stared at the wound, cold sweat drenching his back. (If I had delayed for a single heartbeat... If that treasure had been any weaker...)

He would have been slain.

Looking up, his eyes fell upon the Half-Qilin. The once-mighty supreme beast was a mess of gore, its arms missing and its body nearly halved, its aura in complete shambles. It was no longer a threat.

Mó Zun’s brow furrowed. Then, following the lead of Bai Ren and Bai Chu, the other Immortals of the Bai Clan made their move.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

The sky wailed once more. A Demonic Immortal facing Bai Yui was caught directly in the path of the strike. There was no path of retreat. The slash erased his very existence, tearing apart both his physical form and his soul as space collapsed inward.

The two remaining Demonic Immortals fighting Bai Qingshan and Bai Ruhong barely clung to life. One lost half of his torso, while the other was sliced from his shoulder to his waist, his aura flickering like a candle in the wind.

A stunned silence washed over the battlefield. In a single clash, too many Immortals had been killed or crippled. This was no longer a contest; it had become a slaughter.

The warriors of the Desolate Heaven Empire erupted in cheers, while the Demonic Forces were consumed by terror. Their most powerful champions, from the Great Ascension Realm to the Immortal Elders, were being systematically destroyed. No path to victory remained for them.

Mó Zun slowly tightened his fist, his breathing heavy and his eyes filled with a cold, calculating light. (It is over!)

Even if the fighting continued, the end was inevitable. The Demonic Forces had exhausted their final cards. Mó Zun took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on Bai Chu.

"Keke... Bai Chu, where did you acquire such treasures? That technique... it wasn't Heaven-Grade, was it?" Mó Zun rasped.

He was questioning the Saint-Grade sword held by Bai Ren and the terrifying technique that had nearly claimed his life. He knew from the sheer scale of the power that it was undeniably a Saint-Grade Technique.

"Who can say?" Bai Chu answered with cold indifference, refusing to provide any details.

"You are fortunate. Extremely fortunate," Mó Zun conceded, finally accepting his defeat. "This day belongs to you!"

Despite the admission, Bai Chu remained vigilant. Safety was an illusion until Mó Zun’s head was separated from his shoulders.

"Enjoy your triumph while it lasts," Mó Zun declared icily. "At our next encounter, your Bai Clan will meet its total destruction!"