Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 395 An Earth Immortal for an Earth Immortal

CLANG! CLANG!

From that point on, Gou You shifted into a purely defensive stance. He abandoned his offensive maneuvers, focusing entirely on shielding himself from incoming strikes.

"Grand Elder Bai Ren, are you able to provide assistance to Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande?"

The question came from Minister Xiu via telepathy.

Bai Ren did not offer an immediate response.

It seemed Gou You had realized he was outmatched, which explained his sudden transition to total defense.

Finishing him off quickly to aid Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande would be a grueling task—unless Bai Ren decided to reveal their hidden ace.

Indeed, as long as he kept their secret weapon concealed, the stalemate would persist.

The Saint-Grade Artifact!

Bai Ren was confident that with its power, Gou You would no longer be a significant obstacle. After all, he was already dominating the fight without it.

He scanned the chaotic battlefield and observed that their forces were losing heart; their spirits had been crushed by the fall of their own Earth Immortal.

(The time has come.)

Delaying any further would only invite disaster—particularly because the half-Qilin remained unchecked by anyone else.

If Zhao Wujin or Yu Xuande were to fall, managing the half-Qilin would become an impossible feat.

"Tianheng, I am going to use it!"

Bai Ren sent a telepathic message to Bai Tianheng.

"... Understood!"

Given the dire state of the battle, Bai Tianheng raised no objections to the deployment of the Saint-Grade Sword.

While revealing such a treasure would surely spark trouble in the future, they wouldn't live long enough to face those consequences if they didn't act now.

"Bai Ren, what is the matter?"

Gou You let out a mocking sneer as he felt the intensity of Bai Ren’s pressure waver.

"Have you finally accepted that your efforts are meaningless?"

"In your dreams!"

Bai Ren countered with a frozen gaze, his eyes narrowing at Gou You.

"Gou You, I intended to toy with you a bit longer—but the current situation demands an end to this. Prepare for your demise!"

Gou You roared with laughter.

"Hahaha! My demise?"

He threw his arms out wide as a surge of demonic Qi erupted, coalescing into a dense, protective barrier around his form.

"Bai Ren, do you really think you can intimidate me with empty threats?"

He cast a fleeting look toward the ongoing war.

The hopelessness.

The failing courage.

The death of Li Zhenhe.

A cruel grin played on his face.

"Observe the field," Gou You taunted.

"Your forces are already falling apart. Not even an Earth Immortal could survive. Do you truly believe a few bold words will change your fate?"

He leaned in, his voice thick with contempt.

"Stop the posturing. If you possessed a trump card, you would have played it long ago."

And yet—

Despite his mockery—

A seed of anxiety began to sprout within Gou You.

Bai Ren remained far too composed.

He lacked the look of a man facing certain defeat. As long as his will remained unshaken, it meant he still held a path to victory.

Bai Ren offered no verbal retort.

Instead, he slowly lifted his palm.

The very fabric of space seemed to tremble in anticipation.

Then—

A sword manifested in his hand.

The instant it appeared, the atmosphere of the world shifted.

The Qi throughout the battlefield vibrated violently, as if bowing in reverence to a supreme authority.

Even the Demonic Qi recoiled in fear, fleeing from the area surrounding Bai Ren.

A wave of terror washed over Gou You.

His pupils shrank to pinpricks.

(What... what is that thing?)

The sheer pressure radiating from the blade seemed to disrupt the natural laws of existence.

This was no mere weapon.

"That sword—!"

For the first time, Gou You’s breath hitched in his throat.

A terrifying realization gripped his mind.

(Saint-Grade...)

Before the thought could even finish forming, Bai Ren spoke.

"Farewell!"

The word was still hanging in the air when Bai Ren made his move.

There was no elaborate stance.

No flashy technique.

No blinding light show.

He simply lifted the blade—

And struck.

It was a single, effortless arc.

However, as the blade fell, the sky itself seemed to fracture.

A torrent of Sword Qi erupted like a divine mandate, obliterating everything in its path. The demonic defenses Gou You had boasted about were shredded instantly—like thin parchment caught in a furnace.

His eyes stretched wide in shock.

"No—!"

It was too late for regrets.

The blade sliced through him. He felt no pain.

There was no time to even let out a cry.

Gou You’s body was frozen in place.

Then—

It came apart.

His Demonic Qi vanished into nothingness, and his soul was snuffed out before it could attempt to escape.

One breath.

One swing.

Gou You was no more.

A heavy, deathly silence once again descended over the battlefield.

The massive cloud of Demonic Qi that had once surrounded Gou You’s position evaporated, scattered like mist in a gale.

No body remained.

No trace of his presence lingered.

There was only a void of scorched air where a powerful Earth Immortal demonic cultivator had once stood.

Gou You was dead.

For the Demonic Cultivators, this was an absolute disaster, mirroring the earlier fall of Li Zhenhe.

"That... that was Gou You?!"

"An Earth Immortal... wiped out in a single blow?!"

Panic surged through their ranks instantly.

They had cheered when the righteous side suffered such a loss—but now that the tables were turned, they were paralyzed by disbelief.

Gou You was no minor figure.

He was one of the five most powerful demonic cultivators in the world.

A cornerstone of their entire campaign.

And he had been executed—cleanly and decisively, without the slightest chance to fight back.

Terror spread like a wildfire.

Some demonic cultivators began to flee instinctively.

Others stopped their attacks, their fighting spirit completely shattered.

For the first time since the war began, the morale of the Demonic Cultivators collapsed entirely.

Simultaneously—

A massive cheer thundered from the ranks of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

"GOU YOU IS DEAD!!!"

The news traveled like a lightning strike.

"Grand Elder Bai Ren has slain him!"

"He is gone! Their Earth Immortal has fallen!"

Shock was quickly replaced by pure joy.

Despair was washed away by a flood of hope.

Cultivators who were moments away from giving up stood tall, their eyes glowing with a newfound thirst for battle.

"So what if we lost an Earth Immortal?! They have lost one as well!"

"Their greatest expert was killed in a single strike!"

Laughter broke out—a wild, desperate laughter from those who had just peered into the abyss and survived.

The morale that had been hitting rock bottom didn't just recover—it exploded upward.

War cries shook the heavens.

"Victory is still within our reach!"

"As long as Grand Elder Bai Ren is with us, we cannot lose!"

High above, Minister Xiu Yucheng let out a long breath, finally relaxing his white-knuckled grip.

He focused his gaze on Bai Ren.

(An Earth Immortal for an Earth Immortal...)

The scales had been balanced.

And as Bai Ren turned his attention toward the half-Qilin—

Both armies realized the same thing:

The conflict had just reached its most pivotal moment.