Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 419 Bai Zihan Vs Mó Zun!

Whoosh!

Bai Zihan moved.

There was no hesistation.

One instant, he stood above the ravine-still, cold, sword raised.

The next-

He vanished.

The space between him and Mó Zun collapsed as if it had never existed.

A single step carried him across kilometers.

His sword flashed.

This strike was faster, sharper, and far more focused than before.

Mó Zün merely lifted a finger.

Clang!

The sound was soft.

Almost casual.

Yet Bai Zihan felt it instantly.

His sword-Eternal Spirit Sword infused with Sword Intent-was stopped.

By a single finger wrapped in Demonic Qi.

Bai Zihan's pupils shrank.

Before his mind could react-

Boom!

A wave of force erupted outward.

Bai Zihan was sent flying.

His body tore through the air like a meteor, smashing into a distant mountain. The peak exploded on impact.

Rock and debris rained for kilometers.

Bai Zihan coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips as he forced himself upright amid the rubble.

His bones screamed.

His meridians burned.

Yet his eyes remained locked forward.

Mó Zün stood where he had always been, unmoved.

He glanced at his finger, then flicked it lightly, as if brushing away dust.

"Is that all?"

Mó Zun asked calmly.

Bai Zihan roared and surged forward again.

Qi erupted from his body, his cultivation roaring at full force.

He unleashed strike after strike-sword light tearing through the heavens, Earth shaking from the impact.

Each slash was powerful enough to kill Great Ascension Realm experts.

Each one was met the same way.

Blocked.

Mó Zün didn't even step back.

He walked forward leisurely, passing through Bai Zihan's attacks as if strolling through mist.

Then-

He appeared in front of Bai Zihan.

Bai Zihan barely had time to raise his sword.

Mó Zun's palm struck his chest.

No technique.

Just a palm.

Crack!

The sound echoed like thunder.

Bai Zihan felt his ribs shatter.

His organs ruptured.

His body folded inward as he was slammed into the ground.

The earth collapsed beneath him, forming a massive crater.

Bai Zihan spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring.

He tried to rise.

A foot pressed down on his chest.

The pressure was overwhelming.

It felt as if an entire world had been placed upon him.

His bones creaked.

His breathing stalled.

Mó Zun looked down at him.

"Just how strong is that body of yours? That doesn't look like a Bai Clan Body

Refinement Technique."

Mó Zün was genuinely surprised.

In any normal scenario, Bai Zihan should have died by now.

Though he hadn't used his full power, it had been more than enough to kill

several Great Ascension Realm experts.

Yet Bai Zihan survived.

"I can't let you live!"

Mó Zún declared.

He was reminded just how great a threat Bai Zihan posed-he couldn't even

imagine what he might become if allowed to grow.

Previously, he was checking to see what kind of trap it was.

After all, a person like Bai Zihan, would never be allowed to come here alone.

The Bai Clan would never allow it.

So, Mó Zun thought that it was some kind of trap to catch him off guard.

But he saw no one and it truly seems like Bai Zihan's has lost his mind.

Mó Zun intended to end this before any help arrived.

Bai Zihan's vision darkened.

Blood seeped from the corners of his eyes.

To be honest, his body was already at its limit.

Mó Zun stepped forward.

This time, there was no laziness in his movements.

The Demonic Qi around him condensed-no longer drifting like mist, but compressing into something heavy, oppressive, real.

The ground beneath his feet cracked with every step.

His eyes locked onto Bai Zihan, cold and merciless.

Bai Zihan's chest felt as if it were being crushed inward. His bones screamed,

his meridians tearing under the strain.

Within his sea of consciousness, Immortal Emperor Feilian's voice rang out-

sharp and furious.

"I told you, you can't win!"

Bai Zihan didn't reply.

"Tch! Can't be helped!"

Her presence exploded outward.

A torrent of immortal qi surged into Bai Zihan's body like a raging flood.

His cultivation skyrocketed.

In a single breath, Bai Zihan stepped into the Immortal Realm.

The heavens roared.

The sky cracked with thunder.

Immortal light erupted from his body, forcing even Mó Zun to narrow his eyes.

Feilian's voice came again, strained now, urgent.

"I can't keep this up!" she snapped. "Ten seconds! Only ten seconds!"

Her tone was harsh.

"Escape-now!" Bai Zihan stood.

Slowly.

The pressure vanished.

The foot on his chest was gone.

Just as Mó Zūn came close, despite Bai Zihan's sudden surge in cultivation, he

did not stop.

If anything, his killing intent deepened.

The demonic qi around him no longer merely pressed down-it sharpened, condensing into a suffocating, murderous force that crushed the air itself. "Killing you..." Mó Zūn muttered, his voice low and indifferent, "...seems like a

waste."

Yet his steps never slowed. Each one carried absolute intent.

From the very beginning, he had been moving to kill Bai Zihan-and that intent

had never wavered.

The Immortal Realm aura radiating from Bai Zihan did not make him hesitate.

It only confirmed one thing.

This threat had to be erased now.

Mó Zun's gaze remained locked on Bai Zihan, cold and merciless, as demonic

laws gathered around him-silent, inevitable.

Bai Zihan also didn't flee.

Instead-

His killing intent surged.

It intensified.

More violent than before.

Feilian froze.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "I said escape!"

Bai Zihan's eyes burned, crimson light swirling with immortal radiance.

"No!"

he replied quietly.

Mó Zun tilted his head, mildly intrigued by Bai Zihan's refusal to run.

Bai Zihan tightened his grip on his sword.

Immortal qi and Fate-Severing intent intertwined, twisting unnaturally, violently.

Mó Zün raised his hand.

Demonic laws gathered-absolute, tyrannical.

He intended to erase Bai Zihan completely.

Mó Zún closed the distance.

Five steps.

Four.

Three.

Bai Zihan lifted his sword.

Mó Zun glanced at the blade and scoffed inwardly.

Fate-Severing Slash?

He had survived Bai Chu's version.

A junior's imitation-even with Immortal Realm cultivation-was nothing worth fearing.

Bai Zihan's eyes locked onto him.

The world went silent.

"Fate-Severing Slash!"

The sword descended.

Space tore apart, and everything in existence seemed to be erased.

Mó Zün's pupils shrank violently.

(This isn't weak!)

Too late!

Bai Zihan's cultivation had not reached the Earth Immortal Realm.

But that did not mean his attack was weaker than Bai Chu's.

Yes-Bai Chu possessed higher cultivation.

However, Bai Zihan had achieved mastery, even advancing to Greater Mastery.

In addition, Bai Zihan possessed Intermediate Sword Intent, while Bai Chu only wielded basic Sword Intent.

These factors combined made Bai Zihan's Fate-Severing Slash equal to Bai Chu's or perhaps even stronger.

Mó Zun knew the instant the slash descended.

This was not something he could fully block.

Not in time.

Not without cost.

He forcefully twisted his body sideways, abandoning defense for survival.

Too late to escape completely.

SLASH-!

A line of annihilation tore past him.

The Demonic Qi around his body shattered like brittle glass.

For a heartbeat, the world froze.

Then-

Blood sprayed.

"ARGH!"

Mó Zun's left arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder, erased so completely

that not even demonic qi could regenerate it instantly.

The arm fell-disintegrating before it touched the ground.

Silence!

Mó Zün staggered half a step back.

His pupils contracted violently.

Shock flashed across his face-raw, unmistakable.

Then came rage.

Pure, unrestrained fury.

The sky darkened as demonic qi erupted from his body like a volcanic storm, crushing the ravine even further.

"You-!!!"

Mó Zun's voice trembled-not with fear, but with murderous wrath.

He turned his remaining eye toward Bai Zihan, killing intent boiling over.

"You are dead!"

Bai Zihan swayed.

The moment the slash completed, the immortal radiance around him shattered.

Feilian's presence vanished instantly.

His cultivation plummeted.

Qi drained from his body like water from a shattered vessel.

Bai Zihan nearly collapsed mid-air, barely managing to remain upright as blood

poured from his mouth.

His limbs trembled violently.

His meridians screamed in agony.

He was exhausted.

There was no strength left.

Just then-

RIIIP-!

Space tore open violently behind him.

A massive spatial rift split the sky.

"Zihan'er!"

A thunderous voice roared with barely contained panic.

Bai Ren emerged first, his aura erupting uncontrollably the instant he saw Bai

Zihan's condition.

Behind him-

Several Grand Elders stepped out in unison, their expressions grim and furious.

Then-

Bai Tianheng.

The moment he saw his son-pale, bloodied, barely conscious-his expression

hardened into something terrifying.

"Zihan..."

He clenched his fists.

The Bai Clan's experts quickly formed a protective formation around Bai Zihan,

supporting his body before he could fall.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then-

Their gazes shifted forward.

Toward the enemy.

Toward Mó Zún.

And then-

They froze.

Silence fell heavier than before. Mó Zun stood amidst the shattered ravine, Demonic Qi raging uncontrollably.

But his left arm-

Was gone.

Cleanly severed.

Blood dripped from the wound, refusing to regenerate immediately.

Bai Ren's eyes widened.

Bai Tianheng's pupils shrank.

"...Zihan cut him?"

The words fell like thunder.

The leader of the Demonic Cultivators.

An existence that had terrorized generations.

Crippled by Bai Zihan.

The air grew suffocating. Mó Zún slowly straightened, his single remaining arm clenched tightly as he

stared at the newcomers.

His gaze burned with hatred.

"So," he said coldly, demonic qi rolling like a storm, "the Bai Clan finally arrives."

His eyes flicked briefly toward Bai Zihan-barely conscious behind them.

A slow, vicious smile curved his lips. "Good. None of you are leaving alive!"