Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 418 Then I'll Make You Speak

From the fractured spatial tear at the Great Wilderness's border, Bai Zihan appeared.

The heavens overhead loomed darker, with clouds shaded in a gloomy gray, as though the ground below spurned the very sky.

Beneath him lay boundless barrenness—rugged peaks, fissured soil, and woods so old and warped that rays of sun barely pierced through. He halted in mid-flight.

Locating the Demonic Cultivators wouldn't prove simple.

The Great Wilderness sprawled enormously—immensely so. Even if a thousand individuals scoured it for an entire year, they'd cover less than ten percent. Even worse, there was no assurance they remained in this place.

Perhaps they had withdrawn following the botched assault.

Bai Zihan shut his eyes for a moment, then addressed his inner self.

"Feilian," he uttered.

In the depths of his mind's sea, a radiant form awakened.

Her words resounded, steady but laced with clear worry.

"Bai Zihan," Feilian replied deliberately, "I urge you to withdraw!"

Her voice grew keener.

Should Bai Zihan confront Demonic Cultivators by himself—particularly a powerhouse like Mó Zūn—even she might fail to rescue him.

This wasn't mere prudence in warning. It stood as plain truth.

Storming into demon lands solo amounted to insanity—a foolhardy move destined to spell doom.

Immortal Emperor Feilian anticipated his typical retort—icy rejection, unyielding assurance, or defiant quiet.

Yet Bai Zihan simply unveiled his eyes.

"Please!"

The plea came softly.

And completely out of character for him.

For the initial time in their acquaintance, Feilian sensed it distinctly—not fury, not pride, but sheer Desperation.

"Assist me in tracking them," Bai Zihan implored.

Immortal Emperor Feilian went quiet.

Across the expanse of his awareness, moments appeared to elongate.

She hadn't imagined Bai Zihan—the haughty young master—would beg on behalf of a mortal maiden.

He never had before, not even amid his own perils.

"Fine," she conceded finally. "However, if they're beyond my reach, I can't aid you."

Her essence stretched beyond, unbound by his spirit.

A unseen surge of godly sense radiated out, scanning peaks, valleys, and concealed relics—probing, hunting, attuned. One breath.

Two.

Suddenly—

Her tone cut crisp.

"There!"

Bai Zihan's gaze snapped wide.

"Northeastward."

Feilian directed.

That sufficed for him.

BOOM!

The void roared as Bai Zihan disappeared, ripping through the winds toward her pointed path.

The terrain underneath cracked from his velocity's force, primal creatures shrinking back while a trail of doom streaked the firmament.

His murderous aura flared anew, keener than prior.

They lurked nearby.

***

Buried deep in the Great Wilderness, a makeshift camp hid inside

a gorge.

Flares flickered with eerie emerald fires.

A handful of Demonic Cultivators huddled together, faces shadowed in gloom.

Indeed, their raid had crumbled, claiming far too many lives.

"That assault turned into a farce."

"We sacrificed excessively—for zilch."

"Those Demonic Beasts proved worthless. Even the Half-Qilin fell without effort."

They kept venting about it.

"The Bai Clan—no, that Bai Zihan."

Merely the mention chilled the air.

"He's no mortal. I witnessed it. Spirit Severing Realm, but he butchered

Great Ascension Realm Elders."

"No need to overstate—"

"Overstate? He felled them grinning."

Hush descended!

Next, a raspy, trembling voice broke in.

"I stood witness... to Elder Mo Kuang's end."

The group swiveled.

"He pleaded. Imagine? A Great Ascension Realm powerhouse groveled before a Spirit Severing Realm figure."

The teller gulped.

"Bai Zihan showed no pause. He's an authentic fiend!"

"That abomination—"

Bang!

"Silence!"

The command lashed the gorge like thunder.

Mo Tianji advanced, rage blazing in his stare.

His complexion drained, hands balled, gaze brimming with bottled wrath.

"Be quiet. Every one of you!"

The demonic cultivators hushed at once.

Mo Tianji's chest rose

and fell as memories flooded unbidden.

Three Great Ascension Realm Elders.

Slain.

Butchered before his very eyes.

The scene lingered vividly in his thoughts.

Mo Tianji had observed, frozen in dread.

He'd lacked the nerve to act.

Not even when Bai Zihan lay wounded and immobile did he dare pursue.

Inferiority gnawed at him.

Beside Bai Zihan, who was he?

A frail nobody—not the prodigy all hailed.

"...Curse it!"

Mo Tianji muttered through gritted teeth.

Recalling Bai Zihan alone squeezed his heart.

And suddenly—

RIIIP-!

The sky above the gorge ripped apart.

A savage void fissure gaped wide, brutal and commanding.

Those in Void Refinement Realm or higher sensed it right away—the warp.

Yet it felt off.

"This lacks Demonic Qi," a voice murmured.

"It's Qi."

Pristine.

Ferocious.

Crushing.

The tear expanded.

A silhouette emerged.

As he materialized, slaughterous will slammed down like a guillotine.

Certain Demonic Cultivators crumpled to the ground.

One voice boomed over the gorge, icy and final.

"Mo Zun, emerge!"

Bai Zihan bellowed. "Who seeks death?"

"How bold, naming our lord so casually?"

"Wait—isn't that Bai Zihan?"

Initially, they figured a fool sought demise.

Then recognition hit.

The Demonic Cultivators identified him promptly.

How could they miss it?

Only yesterday, Bai Zihan had rampaged, mowing them like weeds.

Some revived past horrors—like Mo Tianji.

Others gripped weapons, eyeing vengeance.

Bai Zihan floated amid the sundered clouds, his deadly presence pinning the

camp like a death warrant.

Mo Zun stayed hidden.

"Feilian," he queried, gaze fixed. "Do you detect Luo Qing?"

A short delay.

Then—

"No!"

The reply landed like an anvil.

For a fleeting instant, Bai Zihan remained still.

Then chill seeped in.

Darkness cloaked the sky, mirroring his resolve. The atmosphere warped, straining beneath unseen weight.

His gaze sharpened, scarlet glow igniting inside.

"So that's the case..."

His hold firmed.

The ensuing murderous intent broke free.

It turned total.

Bai Zihan lifted his blade.

The edge vibrated, quaking fiercely as principles converged upon it.

Destiny quivered, strands breaking and knotting while a primordial, taboo essence stirred.

"Since Mo Zun refuses to appear, I'll compel him."

His power surged to Great Ascension Realm.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

The weapon plunged.

Merely a slender beam of radiance—cascading from above.

Then—

BOOOOOOM-!!!

The realm fractured.

The gorge underneath tore asunder like decayed meat.

Peaks tumbled inward, woodlands vanished, and the demon outpost vanished into oblivion.

Thousands of Demonic Cultivators lacked even a moment to cry out.

Under Spirit Severing Realm—gone.

Void Refinement—obliterated.

Forms dissolved ere blood flowed, essences torn by destiny's rupture.

Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivators materialized, shielding whom they might.

Yet even they, caught off guard, failed to safeguard all.

An endless abyss supplanted the former outpost.

Survivors hurled away like shattered puppets—wounded, limbs broken, faces locked in raw fright.

Fumes and debris billowed ceaselessly.

Quiet ensued.

Then—

Dark vapors coalesced.

Demonic Qi billowed.

From the core of the wrecked gorge, a form ascended.

Gaze like bottomless voids devouring illumination.

Mó Zūn

The Demonic Cultivators' chief at last revealed himself.

He surveyed the devastated terrain below—at the remains, or lack thereof—and exhaled gently.

"Such a waste."

His sight rose, fixing on Bai Zihan.

"Countless followers... wiped out in one blow."

The atmosphere thickened as his aura bloomed fully—timeless, despotic,

domineering.

"You've wrought havoc," Mó Zūn went on, tone deep and mocking, yet hinting peril.

A subtle grin tugged his mouth.

"Speak, Bai youth..."

His stare flashed icy.

"How will you atone?"

Bai Zihan regarded him.

A frigid, utter calm—as though Mó Zūn's might, his energy, his strength signified naught.

"Mo Zun," Bai Zihan pronounced gradually, each syllable weighted with curbed purpose, "I'll inquire but once."

The ambient winds quaked.

"Where's Luo Qing?"

Briefly, Mó Zūn's eyes flickered.

"...Luo Qing?"

The identity evidently escaped him. He creased his brow faintly, rifling through recollections, then dismissed it.

"No clue what you mean."

The poise encircling Bai Zihan fractured.

His slaughterous will erupted, keen enough to slice the cosmos.

"The maiden," Bai Zihan stated, timbre sinking to perilous depths, "whom your Demonic Cultivators seized from the Bai Clan."

Realization struck.

Mó Zūn's mouth twisted up.

"Ah."

A gentle, entertained noise slipped free.

"She?"

He offered no denial.

None required.

To begin with, secrecy held no point.

"Keke..." Mó Zun laughed ominously. "I see. The Bai Clan's unrivaled young

prodigy... charging solo into the Great Wilderness."

His gaze sparkled with vicious delight.

"Willing to throw away your existence for an ordinary mortal lass?"

He wagged his head leisurely, mirth intensifying.

"How pathetic."

Then his grin honed.

"Regrettably," Mó Zūn pressed, words oozing spite, "you'll never lay eyes on her."

The declaration landed.

Bai Zihan's digits squeezed until crimson trickled from his grip.

Sinews bulged along his arm.

His respiration deepened.

"Where is she?"

Now, the query lost composure.

It demanded—unyielding, overbearing, infused with deathly aura so thick the remnant Great Ascension Realm experts shrank back.

Mó Zūn held his stare fearlessly.

"Do you believe," he remarked casually, "I'd reveal it?"

The realm paused.

Over the ruined gorge, Bai Zihan gradually hoisted his sword again.

His eyes blazed, scarlet radiance pouring like liquid gore.

"Then I'll wring it from you!"