Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 419 Bai Zihan Vs Mó Zun!

Whoosh!

Bai Zihan sprang into action.

Without a moment's delay.

In one moment, he remained poised over the ravine—still, icy, sword held high.

The following instant—

He disappeared.

The distance separating him from Mó Zun folded away, as though it had ceased to be.

A lone stride bridged countless kilometers.

His blade gleamed.

This blow came swifter, keener, and much more precise than the previous one.

Mó Zun simply raised a finger.

Clang!

The noise was gentle.

Almost offhand.

But Bai Zihan sensed it right away.

His sword—the Eternal Spirit Sword, empowered by Sword Intent—halted abruptly.

By just one finger cloaked in Demonic Qi.

Bai Zihan's eyes widened in shock.

Before his thoughts could catch up—

Boom!

A burst of power exploded outward.

Bai Zihan hurtled backward.

His form streaked through the sky like a shooting star, crashing into a far-off peak. The summit burst apart upon collision.

Stones and fragments showered across kilometers.

Bai Zihan hacked up blood, lips stained crimson as he struggled to stand amid the wreckage.

His skeleton ached fiercely.

His meridians scorched with pain.

Still, his gaze stayed fixed ahead.

Mó Zun remained in place, utterly steady.

He eyed his finger, then gave it a casual flick, like shaking off dirt.

"Is that all?"

Mó Zun inquired evenly.

Bai Zihan bellowed and charged once more.

Qi burst from his frame, his cultivation thundering at maximum output.

He launched blow upon blow—sword beams ripping across the skies, the ground quaking from the clashes.

Every cut held enough might to slay Great Ascension Realm powerhouses.

Yet each faced the identical fate.

Deflected.

Mó Zun didn't retreat an inch.

He advanced at a relaxed pace, weaving past Bai Zihan's assaults like drifting through fog.

Suddenly—

He materialized before Bai Zihan.

Bai Zihan scarcely managed to lift his sword.

Mó Zun's palm slammed into his torso.

No fancy move.

Merely a palm strike.

Crack!

The noise boomed like thunder.

Bai Zihan sensed his ribs fracturing.

His internals burst.

His frame buckled as he was driven into the soil.

The terrain caved in below, carving a huge pit.

Bai Zihan spewed a gush of blood, sight growing hazy.

He attempted to get up.

A boot pinned his chest.

The weight crushed down relentlessly.

It was like a whole realm bearing on him.

His bones groaned.

His breath hitched.

Mó Zun peered down.

"Just how tough is that physique of yours? That doesn't resemble a Bai Clan Body Refinement Technique."

Mó Zun showed real astonishment.

Under ordinary conditions, Bai Zihan ought to be dead already.

Although he hadn't unleashed his utmost strength, it surpassed what was needed to eliminate multiple Great Ascension Realm foes.

Nevertheless, Bai Zihan endured.

"I can't allow you to survive!"

Mó Zun proclaimed.

He recalled the immense danger Bai Zihan represented—he couldn't fathom the heights he might reach if permitted to advance.

Earlier, he had been probing for any snare.

After all, someone like Bai Zihan wouldn't be permitted to venture here solo.

The Bai Clan would forbid it.

Thus, Mó Zun suspected some ploy to ambush him.

But no others appeared, and Bai Zihan truly seemed deranged.

Mó Zun planned to finish it swiftly before reinforcements showed.

Bai Zihan's sight dimmed.

Blood trickled from his eye edges.

Truthfully, his form had hit its breaking point.

Mó Zun advanced.

This round, no sloth marked his motions.

The Demonic Qi encircling him solidified—no more floating haze, but packing into a dense, smothering, tangible mass.

The earth split under each footfall.

His stare fixed on Bai Zihan, icy and pitiless.

Bai Zihan's torso compressed as if caving in. His bones wailed, his meridians ripping from the pressure.

In his mind's sea, Immortal Emperor Feilian's voice echoed—

piercing and enraged.

"I warned you, victory's impossible!"

Bai Zihan stayed silent.

"Tch! No choice then!"

Her essence flared out.

A rush of immortal qi flooded Bai Zihan's body like a wild torrent.

His cultivation soared.

With one breath, Bai Zihan entered the Immortal Realm.

The heavens thundered.

Lightning split the firmament.

Immortal glow burst from his figure, compelling even Mó Zun to squint.

Feilian's voice returned, now taxed, pressing.

"I can't sustain this!" she barked. "Ten seconds! Just ten seconds!"

Her words cut sharp.

"Flee—now!"

Bai Zihan rose.

Deliberately.

The burden lifted.

The boot from his chest withdrew.

Even as Mó Zun drew near, undeterred by Bai Zihan's abrupt cultivation leap,

he pressed on.

If possible, his murderous urge grew fiercer.

The demonic qi encircling him no longer just weighed—it honed, forming a choking, lethal pressure that squeezed the atmosphere. "Killing you..." Mó Zun murmured, tone flat and detached, "...feels like a squander."

Still, his strides never faltered. Each bore unyielding purpose.

From the start, his aim had been Bai Zihan's death—and that resolve held firm.

The Immortal Realm aura from Bai Zihan failed to pause him.

It merely verified one fact.

This peril demanded immediate removal.

Mó Zun's eyes stayed riveted on Bai Zihan, chill and unrelenting, as demonic laws amassed around him—quiet, unavoidable.

Bai Zihan refused to bolt.

On the contrary—

His own killing intent flared.

It amplified.

Ferociously beyond prior levels.

Feilian halted.

"What in the world are you doing?" she pressed. "I ordered you to escape!"

Bai Zihan's gaze blazed, red hues mingling with immortal shine.

"No!"

he answered softly.

Mó Zun cocked his head, faintly curious at Bai Zihan's choice to stand ground.

Bai Zihan clenched his sword tighter.

Immortal qi wove with Fate-Severing intent, coiling wildly, savagely.

Mó Zun lifted his hand.

Demonic laws converged—total, domineering.

He meant to obliterate Bai Zihan utterly.

Mó Zun narrowed the gap.

Five paces.

Four.

Three.

Bai Zihan hoisted his sword.

Mó Zun glanced at the edge and sneered inside.

Fate-Severing Slash?

He had outlasted Bai Chu's rendition.

A youth's copy—even boosted by Immortal Realm power—posed no real threat.

Bai Zihan's stare pinned him.

The world hushed.

"Fate-Severing Slash!"

The blade fell.

Space ripped asunder, and all that was seemed wiped from being.

Mó Zun's pupils dilated sharply.

(This lacks frailty!)

Far too delayed!

Bai Zihan's cultivation hadn't touched the Earth Immortal Realm.

But that didn't render his assault inferior to Bai Chu's.

Indeed—Bai Chu held superior cultivation.

Yet Bai Zihan grasped perfection, even pushing to Greater Mastery.

Moreover, Bai Zihan commanded Intermediate Sword Intent, whereas Bai Chu managed only basic Sword Intent.

Such elements merged to render Bai Zihan's Fate-Severing Slash on par with Bai Chu's, or possibly surpassing.

Mó Zun realized the second the strike landed.

This wasn't blockable in full.

Not swiftly.

Not without sacrifice.

He wrenched his form aside forcibly, forsaking guard for mere endurance.

Too tardy for total evasion.

SLASH-!

A streak of destruction sliced by.

The Demonic Qi shielding his body splintered like fragile crystal.

For an instant, existence paused.

Next—

Blood gushed.

"ARGH!"

Mó Zun's left arm severed neatly at the joint, vanished so thoroughly that not even demonic qi could mend it at once.

The limb dropped—disintegrating prior to ground contact.

Silence!

Mó Zun reeled back a half-step.

His eyes constricted wildly.

Stunned disbelief crossed his features—raw, undeniable.

Rage followed.

Unbridled, seething anger.

The heavens grew somber as demonic qi exploded from his core like an erupting blaze, pulverizing the ravine deeper.

"You-!!!"

Mó Zun's tone quivered—not from dread, but from lethal fury.

He swung his lone eye to Bai Zihan, slaughterous will overflowing.

"You're finished!"

Bai Zihan wobbled.

As the slash ended, the immortal glow cloaking him fractured.

Feilian's essence evaporated in a flash.

His cultivation plunged.

Qi fled his body like liquid from a broken container.

Bai Zihan teetered on collapse in the air, hardly staying erect as blood cascaded from his mouth.

His limbs shook uncontrollably.

His meridians howled in torment.

He lay drained.

No power remained.

At that instant—

RIIIP-!

Space rent apart savagely behind him.

A vast tear in the void cleaved the sky.

"Zihan'er!"

A booming cry rang with scarcely restrained alarm.

Bai Ren burst forth first, his presence surging wildly upon spotting Bai Zihan's state.

Trailing him—

Numerous Grand Elders emerged together, faces stern and wrathful.

Next—

Bai Tianheng.

The instant he beheld his son—wan, drenched in blood, scarcely aware—his look turned to dread menace.

"Zihan..."

He balled his hands.

The Bai Clan's powerhouses swiftly arrayed a shielding array around Bai Zihan,

propping his form to prevent collapse.

For a beat, silence reigned.

Then—

Their eyes turned ahead.

To the foe.

To Mó Zun.

And then—

They stiffened.

Hush deepened beyond measure. Mó Zun loomed in the ruined ravine, Demonic Qi churning wildly.

Yet his left arm—

Was absent.

Severed smoothly.

Blood oozed from the stump, defying quick renewal.

Bai Ren's eyes bulged.

Bai Tianheng's pupils narrowed.

"...Zihan wounded him?"

The phrase struck like lightning.

The Demonic Cultivators' head.

A being who had haunted eras.

Lamed by Bai Zihan.

The atmosphere thickened oppressively. Mó Zun gradually righted himself, his sole arm fisted hard as he glared at the arrivals.

His stare blazed with loathing.

"So," he uttered icily, demonic qi surging like a tempest, "the Bai Clan shows at last."

His gaze darted momentarily to Bai Zihan—hardly aware behind the group.

A gradual, cruel grin twisted his mouth. "Perfect. Not one of you escapes alive!"