Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 420 Bai Zihan's Threat

A few minutes earlier—

Bai Ren, together with Bai Tianheng, pursued Bai Zihan with urgency.

The space ahead twisted endlessly while they trailed the weakening remnants from Bai Zihan's spatial rifts.

Bai Tianheng trailed right after, his face shadowed in gloom, garments whipping fiercely amid the chaotic flows.

A touch of remorse stirred within him. He regretted sharing those events prior to their homecoming.

He believed his child could bear the revelation. He had even readied himself for any reaction it might provoke.

But this outcome had unfolded instead.

Shortly afterward—

RIIIP!

Yet another ripple of spatial energy spread out.

One by one, forms materialized.

Grand Elders.

Every newcomer exuded tremendous might, their countenances stern as soon as they detected the turbulent spatial chaos in front.

"Bai Ren!"

"What occurred?"

"Where is Bai Zihan?"

Upon getting the alert, they abandoned all else and hurried after without delay.

Bai Ren kept his eyes forward, refusing to glance back at the traces vanishing ahead.

"Explanations later," he snapped. "Stay right on my tail!"

They obeyed without hesitation.

During the pursuit, Bai Tianheng began detailing the full story, clarifying every detail without omission.

The reason for their summons became clear to them.

A short hush descended then.

Fury ignited in the Grand Elders.

Should harm befall Bai Zihan, they vowed to raze every holding of the Demonic Cultivators to ash.

Bai Ruhong sought to ease the tension.

"The Great Wilderness stretches endlessly. Even charging in without thought, the odds of crossing paths with Demonic Cultivators right away remain very slim."

Bai Qingshan gave a nod of agreement.

"Exactly! He could be tangled up battling a Demonic Beast right now."

The logic held firm.

Rather than Bai Zihan stumbling upon Demonic Cultivators that swiftly, wandering astray in the Great Wilderness seemed far more probable.

They felt confident no grave misfortune awaited Bai Zihan.

Bai Ren pushed his senses far and wide, immense and dominating, covering peaks, valleys, woodlands, and hidden relics.

Though Bai Ren failed to detect Bai Zihan directly, he tracked the spatial imprints Bai Zihan had forged.

The Grand Elders mirrored his efforts.

Time ticked by in minutes.

Suddenly—

A change stirred.

A mighty wave pulsed through the atmosphere.

It stemmed from two Immortal Realm powerhouses clashing.

Bai Ren halted abruptly.

His gaze sharpened.

"Over there."

The Grand Elders concentrated at once.

Two presences.

One fierce, piercing, instantly recognizable.

Bai Zihan!

Yet his Cultivation Realm, expected to be at Spirit Severing or perhaps Great Ascension at highest, had advanced to Immortal Ascension Realm.

As for the second—

The instant Bai Ren perceived it, his features altered utterly.

Bai Tianheng's did the same.

Bai Ren's eyes tightened.

"...That presence."

Bai Tianheng held his breath.

No questions were necessary.

No verification required.

Just one entity in the Great Wilderness bore such dominance.

Such overbearing demonic essence.

Mó Zūn.

The Demonic Cultivators' supreme leader.

Bai Ren's face grew somber.

"Ah, so it's him..."

Color fled from Bai Tianheng's cheeks.

"...He barreled right into his path."

The Grand Elders traded piercing glances.

The mood turned in a flash.

Chance no longer factored in.

This marked the direst scenario imaginable.

Bai Ren's energy flared up.

"Advance!"

The void cracked underfoot as the Bai Clan's elite forces disappeared together,

hurtling toward the heart of the confrontation.

***

"Zihan, you okay?"

Bai Tianheng examined his boy.

His breaths came uneven, his frame almost obliterated.

However, beyond the visible gashes, the inner damage proved

far graver.

Even so, Bai Zihan endured.

The Grand Elders exhaled in relief.

Thankfully, their timely arrival had saved him—though peril lingered.

Additional shapes appeared.

Demonic cultivators.

Silhouettes emerged sequentially from warped voids, their energies keen and suffocating, stares brimming with murderous zeal.

Immortal Realm.

They arrived to safeguard their chief.

Dread washed over their features upon fixating on Mó Zūn.

Their unassailable overlord.

Their unbreakable foundation.

There he stood—

Deprived of a limb.

Fresh crimson still flowing.

For an instant, silence gripped all.

Their thoughts balked at accepting the sight.

Earlier, they held back since Mó Zūn merely toyed with Bai Zihan, demonstrating his effortless dominance over the youth.

This should have been the moment to seize Bai Zihan. A prime shot to cleanse the shame and loss from the day before.

None foresaw—

A simple pursuit turning into...

An ideal chance to claim the Bai Clan's successor....

Concluding in this manner?

Their commander maimed.

Mó Zūn's visage contorted.

The astonishment etched on his followers' faces only stoked his wrath further.

Demonic Qi erupted savagely, pulverizing the earth below as he gripped his lone arm with such force that the surrounding space bent near his knuckles.

"Enough!" he snarled.

His command thundered forth, infused with unchallenged command.

The Demonic cultivators snapped to attention, dread supplanting their fury.

Mó Zūn's remaining eye blazed while he glared at the Bai Clan.

"Slaughter them."

His lethal intent burst free.

"Spare none!"

The Demonic cultivators bellowed as one.

Yet—

The Bai Clan showed no fear.

Bai Ren advanced a pace.

His eyes scanned the field, bypassing Mó Zūn's lost limb, ignoring the dire warnings.

Rather—

They settled on Bai Zihan.

Struggling to remain upright.

"End it swiftly!"

The Bai Clan Grand Elders sprang into motion.

Bai Ren pressed onward with yet another stride.

The atmosphere shifted.

His sheer demeanor weighed like a peak, stifling the demonic cultivators' cries.

Next—

He extended his arm.

A deep, vibrating tone resounded as a blade materialized at his back.

Upon its manifestation, the skies appeared to descend in deference.

A Saint-Grade Sword.

Its very being warped the fabric of reality, as though creation itself dreaded its edge.

The Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivators' eyes widened in alarm.

They recognized this weapon.

Bai Ren had felled the Half-Qilin with it—a mythic creature of horrifying might.

Bai Ren placed his palm on the grip.

Beside him, the Grand Elders unleashed their powers—wave after wave of crushing force.

Qi swelled like an advancing surge, erecting an impenetrable barrier.

This stood no frantic defense.

Rather, it proclaimed intent.

Bai Ren's look passed over the demonic cultivators, serene almost to apathy.

"Are you certain you wish to proceed?"

He inquired.

This carried not the plea of the trapped—but the caution of authority. "Here's a proposal," Bai Ren pressed on. "We'll take our path. You'll take yours."

A heavy quiet descended!

Open contempt.

Superior numbers held no sway.

Doubt of sincerity never arose.

All recalled the Bai Clan's fearsome Sword Art, potent enough to fell even a Half-Qilin.

They had seen a mere youth from the Bai Clan cleave their master's arm using it.

Victory over the Bai Clan's Grand Elders might come, but the toll?

And the vanguard would perish without question.

Who stepped up to perish?

Not a soul volunteered to spearhead.

Mó Zūn at last lifted his sole hand.

"Enough!"

His tone rasped—yet remained steady.

He drew breath deliberately, quelling the turbulent Demonic Qi inside.

The Demonic Cultivators had endured heavy setbacks against the Bai Clan. Such encounters had instilled a deep wariness in them.

Even the fiercest, most unhinged fiends hesitated before assaulting the Bai Clan.

His stare fixed on Bai Ren and the other Grand Elders.

Then drifted—

To Bai Zihan.

Scarcely aware.

But persisting.

A battle to the finish would exact heavy casualties, Mó Zūn realized.

And in the turmoil, Bai Zihan might slip away.

(No point in such devastation. The Bai Clan’s downfall looms inevitable.)

"Allow their departure!"

No repetition needed.

Both the Bai Clan's Grand Elders and the Demonic Cultivators felt a wave of ease at the order.

Yet Bai Ren and his kin withheld full trust in the declaration.

This presented a prime chance to wipe them out, leaving them puzzled why Mó Zūn would forgo it.

They trusted their prowess, of course, but Bai Ren sensed deeper motives at play.

Merely after the aura fully withdrew and the Demonic Cultivators pulled back did

Bai Ren signal.

"Depart!"

The void ripped apart.

Right as they began to fade—

A faint, rasping tone pierced the silence.

"Mó... Zūn... regret awaits you."

Bai Zihan raised his head laboriously, scarlet dripping from his mouth. His vision blurred—yet hatred flared fiercely.

"Three years."

Every syllable brimmed with iron determination.

"You and every Demonic Cultivator..."

"I shall end you all!"

Bai Zihan teetered, his form scarcely intact, crimson drenching his attire, his energy fractured and wild.

To any typical cultivator in that condition, the vow might ring hollow—

mad, frantic, woeful.

Yet laughter stayed absent.

Not from Bai Ren.

Not from the Grand Elders.

And least of all from Mó Zūn.

Mó Zūn pivoted.

"Hmph! Bold claims! Endure first, whelp!"

The portal to space sealed shut.

Their base materialized amid a swirl of bent reality.

Bai Tianheng alongside the Grand Elders appeared ahead, swiftly encircling Bai

Zihan.

One form dashed up.

"Father!"

Bai Xueqing's cry echoed.

She halted abruptly.

Her eyes locked onto Bai Zihan.

Drenched in blood. Hardly on his feet.

His gaze brimmed with rage and remorse.

Her features hardened.

She anticipated his swift retrieval before venturing far from camp.

Not this battered return.

Whatever ordeal he endured—

Death's shadow had grazed him closely.

"Xueqing," Bai Tianheng urged. "Summon the healer!"

She whirled about.

"On my way!"