Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 477 Vanished in the Chaos

The Earth Immortal Ancestor gripped his chopped-off shoulder, with blood streaming down his ripped sleeve.

His qi rushed fiercely to close the injury, yet it still demanded great strain—the lingering intent of the Saint-Grade Sword within the slash hindered any healing. His eyes quivered.

Keep going?

How could they possibly press on?

At his back, the remaining three Immortals appeared ashen, their energies fluctuating wildly. Their Heaven-grade artifacts—prized items forged across ages—now lay broken in pieces scattered over the yard like worthless junk. Just one clash.

That single encounter sufficed.

They hadn't even succeeded in holding him back.

The Earth Immortal's breaths came out labored.

In the beginning, though they couldn't overcome Bai Ren, they were certain they could at least slow him down.

Four Immortals facing one—even armed with a Saint-Grade Weapon—ought to have gained some time.

Time for allies to handle the rest of the Bai Clan members.

But the harsh truth had shattered that hope without mercy.

They failed to slow him.

They failed to challenge him.

They couldn't even compel him to make one earnest move.

He moved past their strikes like wandering amid drifting blossoms.

Bai Ren hadn't employed the mighty skill that felled the Half-Qilin; instead, the foe fell to his offhand blows.

Furthermore, throughout the field of battle, conditions in other areas fared no better.

The Bai Clan troops pressed forward relentlessly.

Despite the Azure Sun Sect's advantage in numbers—disciples swarming the heavens in floods of golden attire—they faced ruthless annihilation. The outcome stood evident.

Defeat loomed, with no hint of triumph.

The Earth Immortal Ancestor gritted his teeth.

From the start, their calculations had gone awry.

They had undervalued not only Bai Zihan—

But the whole Bai Clan.

Should they persist—

In the best case, they might wound Bai Ren a bit before their end.

In the worst—

All would die here without grazing even a strand of his hair.

And the Azure Sun Sect would forfeit its core completely.

Lacking Immortals—

What remained of a Top Sect?

Nil!

A body ripe for carving up.

His dignity howled in defiance.

Yield?

To bow before the Bai Clan?

Impossible!

However—

He glanced once more at his lost arm.

At the ruined artifacts.

If they kept on, the sect faced total ruin for real.

Bai Ren's prior words resounded in his thoughts.

"For daring to target our heir, your Sect shall face annihilation."

It wasn't boastfulness. It was plain reality.

The Earth Immortal Ancestor let out a slow breath.

The fury in his gaze faded.

He dipped his head a fraction.

"We..."

The term felt like bitterness.

He pushed it forth.

"We surrender!"

The entire battlefield halted as if iced over.

The other three Immortals gaped at him in shock; yet, none voiced opposition.

For they held pride, but against the towering presence of Bai Ren, it meant zilch.

His declaration boomed over the field, empowered by qi.

"All Azure Sun Sect disciples—stop the battle at once!"

He went on,

"We have lost!"

The admission reverberated through the peaks.

Certain disciples hesitated in their assaults.

Some stood petrified in dread.

Yet upon beholding their Immortal Ancestors—blood-soaked, vanquished, arms destroyed—

Any fight drained away.

Gradually—

Figures in golden robes dropped their arms.

The fiery arrays overhead wavered.

Then faded.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Blades hit the rocky floor.

Quiet supplanted the turmoil.

The Bai Clan warriors paused, yet stayed vigilant.

Bai Ren observed the Earth Immortal Ancestor with composure.

"You give up? That swiftly?"

Bai Ren's tone carried disappointment more than satisfaction at their prompt capitulation.

The Earth Immortal nodded rigidly.

"We recognize our loss."

His words weighed down.

"We shall abide by any conditions set by the Bai Clan."

A soft breeze rustled the yard.

Bai Ren examined him briefly more.

Then—

He pulled back the Saint-Grade Sword a touch.

The heavy deathly aura softened, though its weight endured.

"You've chosen wisely."

From behind, Bai Ruhong uttered his first words since the conflict ignited.

"Had you pressed further," he remarked evenly, "no trace of the Azure Sun Sect would remain by dusk."

The remark came plain, without scorn.

Without warning.

Simply fact.

The Earth Immortal Ancestor's posture slumped a bit.

He accepted it.

Fully.

Bai Ren shifted his sight to Bai Zihan.

"Zihan," he stated evenly, "what course do you prefer?"

Bai Zihan held back his reply at first.

Like a ruler issuing verdict. He tightened his jaw.

"Only one reason fits."

Bai Ren's gaze sharpened.

"Be direct."

"The Sect wields a Heaven-grade artifact."

Subtle changes crossed the Bai Clan elders' faces.

A Heaven-grade artifact proved common for a Top Sect.

But his delivery—

Signaled this was far from a standard relic.

"Known as the Void-Obscuring Mantle," the Earth Immortal rasped on.

"A tool crafted purely for hiding."

Bai Ruhong's forehead creased. "Hiding?"

The Immortal affirmed with a nod.

"It wipes out one's existence entirely."

He gulped.

"Qi waves and all ties to one's energy. Even an Immortal's divine perception couldn't spot the bearer once engaged."

A subtle wave stirred among the Bai Clan lines. Such an item ranked exceedingly scarce and valuable.

Presently, Wen Haoyu had deployed it for flight—but imagine its use in slaying?

Wouldn't a killer with that item always succeed?

After all, with defenses lax, even a Nascent Soul True Cultivator could fell Immortals.

Bai Zihan's look grew shadowed subtly.

"Thus, Wen Haoyu employed it to flee."

The Earth Immortal bowed his head.

"That appears probable."

He responded, lacking total assurance.

For the Sect Leader fleeing solo, forsaking all—he couldn't see Wen Haoyu as that sort.

"Likely triggered it amid the turmoil... while focus lay on our clash with Elder Bai Ren."

Bai Ren's presence turned chill faintly.

"So your Sect Leader escaped prior to his Ancestors yielding?"

The phrase was soft.

But it cut deeper than any edge.

The three leftover Immortals shut their eyes momentarily.

Shame seared fiercer than their gashes.

For Wen Haoyu surely deemed his Ancestors doomed. Else, he wouldn't have acted thus.

Meaning Wen Haoyu lacked faith in them.

"Yes!"

The Earth Immortal wrung it out.

"He probably deemed that with loss inevitable, escape would prove impossible later."

Bai Ruhong's tone froze.

"Thus, he bolted."

"Hmph! Coward!"

Even they couldn't justify that.

Bai Zihan remained quiet. His mind raced.

A Heaven-grade artifact that fully masked presence.

He raised his eyes a touch.

"How long does its effect hold?"

"No more than three days," the Earth Immortal answered promptly. "Beyond that, the hiding fades."

Bai Ren's eyes tightened.

"Three days of total hiding suffices amply for one of his caliber."

The Earth Immortal offered no rebuttal.

In three days, Wen Haoyu might traverse multiple territories. Given his power, reaching another Empire wasn't out of reach. Tracking such a figure in that span proved no simple task.

Bai Zihan's face stayed even.

Bai Ren turned to Bai Zihan.

"Should I rip space apart and chase?"

His manner stayed serene.

Yet murder lurked below.

Should Bai Ren hunt personally, Saint-Grade Sword in hand—

Even three days' hiding might not ensure escape.

Bai Zihan paused for a few breaths.

The breeze swept the devastated yard.

The yielded disciples crouched in lines.

Azure Sun Sect's destiny now lay wholly with the Bai Clan.

At last—

Bai Zihan voiced.

"No!"

Bai Ren arched a brow faintly. He hadn't figured Bai Zihan merciful enough to spare an attempted killer.

Bai Zihan's words held firm.

"Allow him to flee."

He added steadily,

"A Sect Leader with no Sect left—what threat does he pose? Survival changes nothing for him."

His sight drifted toward the bowed Immortals. "Their mightiest are already ours. No point chasing a fugitive like him."