Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 399 Bai Zihan Vs Great Ascension Demonic Elder!
Previously on Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!...
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The repeated collision of blade and palm echoed like the rhythmic tolling of celestial bells.
With every strike, the fabric of space fractured, sending out ripples of force that leveled everything within a hundred-meter radius.
Any demonic cultivators who wandered too close were instantly disintegrated into a crimson fog, dead before they could utter a single cry.
Bai Zihan had been locked in a stalemate with the Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder for a considerable duration.
The Demonic Elder’s expression grew grim.
"Such speed!"
Despite possessing the advantage in nearly every category, the Elder found Bai Zihan’s agility to be an irritating hurdle—even for a cultivator of his standing.
Nevertheless, it was not an insurmountable challenge.
"Blood Nether Annihilation Palm!"
He called upon his Earth-Grade technique.
A massive projection of a palm manifested and surged downward, imbued with the absolute, tyrannical, and overwhelming might of the Great Ascension Realm.
Bai Zihan’s eyes narrowed sharply.
"Eternal Flowing Water Sword!"
BOOM!!!
The force of the impact hurled Bai Zihan backward. His heels carved two long furrows into the earth as he struggled to regain his balance.
A trickle of blood escaped the corner of his lips.
Even so, Bai Zihan remained unfazed.
He had understood from the beginning that facing a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder would be a grueling ordeal.
To have sustained only these minor injuries could be viewed as a significant success.
The Demonic Elder let out a rasping laugh.
"Good! Very impressive! You actually survived my Blood Nether Annihilation Palm!"
He advanced once more, the spiritual pressure intensifying with every stride he took.
"But how many more of those strikes can you endure?"
Members of the Chu Clan watched the scene with growing dread.
"He is going all out!"
"Why hasn't a Great Ascension Realm expert from our side arrived to intervene?!"
Chu Ziyan, though occupied with her own battle against Soul Formation Demonic Cultivators, could not suppress her anxiety for Bai Zihan.
She felt the urge to assist, yet she was painfully aware of her limitations. She struggled against the likes of Mo Tianji; a Great Ascension Realm opponent was far beyond her reach.
At this tier of combat, even Spirit Severing Realm cultivators would be nothing more than a liability.
Unless there was another anomaly like Bai Zihan—
But the odds of finding another such freak of nature were practically nonexistent.
Observing Bai Zihan’s slight stumble, the Demonic Elder believed the tide had finally turned in his favor.
(To think a mere Spirit Severing Realm brat would give me this much trouble... It is no wonder he is a high-priority target.)
Despite his outward arrogance, he was well aware of the reality of the situation.
For a boy to hold him off like this meant Bai Zihan was a monster that defied all logic.
Furthermore, the Blood Nether Annihilation Palm was not a move he could spam. It drained massive amounts of Qi and required a moment of focus.
If the fight persisted, even he might face exhaustion.
The Demonic Elder lunged forward again.
CLANG!
Metal met flesh once more, causing Demonic Qi and Sword Intent to erupt in a chaotic, swirling vortex.
Palm strikes rained down like falling mountains, each one heavy enough to turn an ordinary Spirit Severing cultivator into a bloody pulp.
The earth beneath them fractured and groaned, unable to support the weight of their titanic struggle.
Yet, Bai Zihan refused to give more ground.
He parried, defended, and struck back.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Even as blood began to stain his garments, Bai Zihan’s execution remained hauntingly precise.
The Demonic Elder scowled.
He had witnessed many geniuses in his time.
He had snuffed out countless "monsters" before they could reach their peak.
But this situation was nonsensical.
He had clearly wounded Bai Zihan.
Yet the boy fought as if he were untouched, as if he were immune to physical pain.
More disturbingly, he noticed that the wounds Bai Zihan had taken moments ago seemed to have vanished, as if his body were resetting itself.
"What sort of physique is this...?"
The Demonic Elder hissed, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and doubt.
Instead of retreating, Bai Zihan took a step forward.
His blade flashed.
Slash!
The Demonic Elder was forced to leap back, his Demonic Qi flaring to protect himself as a thin red line opened across his arm.
Bai Zihan let out a measured breath, his eyes remaining cold and analytical.
Even while locked in combat with a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder, his attention was not solely on his opponent.
He could sense Bai Ren engaging the Half-Qilin. That sensation alone provided him with a clear picture of the overall conflict.
(The battle has reached its turning point.)
Seeing Bai Ren wield the Saint-Grade Sword against the Leader of Demonic Beasts confirmed his suspicions.
(I want to conclude this swiftly... but it won't be simple.)
Unlike the mindless Demonic Beasts, this Demonic Elder did not throw himself into danger recklessly.
Despite his pride, the Elder remained wary and refused to overextend himself.
In truth, a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivator was far more taxing to deal with than the Voidstep Razerhorn.
However—
He lacked the sheer speed of the Voidstep Razerhorn.
That meant connecting with an attack was far more feasible.
Bai Zihan only required a brief moment of breathing room—a single opening—to gather his Qi for the Fate-Severing Slash.
"Where do you think you're looking?!"
The Demonic Elder charged, his killing intent exploding as he realized Bai Zihan’s focus had wavered.
He unleashed a relentless barrage.
Palm after palm crashed down—heavy, savage, and without end—each blow flowing into the next with perfect fluidity.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground trembled as if a mountain range were being used as a hammer against the earth.
The atmosphere became suffocating.
The Demonic Elder gave Bai Zihan no chance to recover.
"Die!"
He closed the distance, increasing his tempo and forcing Bai Zihan to retreat step by step under the weight of his strikes.
"Eternal Flowing Water Sword!"
Bai Zihan answered with total composure.
His sword intent moved like a vast, endless tide—absorbing, parrying, and neutralizing every incoming hit.
CLANG!
The force arrived—and was redirected.
Another palm descended.
CLANG!
Once more, the kinetic energy was bled off into the ground and the air, vanishing into nothingness.
No matter how fierce the onslaught, Bai Zihan stood firm.
The Demonic Elder’s face twitched in irritation.
(Why hasn't he broken yet?!)
He exerted even more pressure, certain that Bai Zihan was at his breaking point.
He poured more power into his fists, disregarding the strain on his own meridians and the potential backlash.
"Shatter!"
CLANG!!!
The massive collision rattled both combatants.
For the first time—
The Demonic Elder’s breathing hitched.
It was only for a split second.
His Qi flow faltered momentarily under the massive exertion.
And Bai Zihan caught it.
!!!
"Now!"
Bai Zihan’s gaze sharpened like a blade.
"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"
His image blurred and multiplied.
Nine distinct shadows manifested, each emitting a potent sword intent, their movements perfectly synced yet individually lethal.
In a heartbeat, the area was saturated with the gleam of blades.
Nine versions of Bai Zihan struck from every conceivable direction—above, below, and from the flanks—weaving a net of sword light.
The Demonic Elder gave a disdainful snort.
"Hmph!"
His Demonic Qi erupted in a violent wave.
"I have already deciphered this trick of yours," he sneered.
"Bai Zihan, you are only stalling the inevitable."
His eyes darted between the shadows, his senses heightened as Demonic Qi flooded his vision.
His palms lashed out like whips.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
One shadow was snuffed out.
Then a second.
The dark Qi shredded the sword light, popping the illusions one after another.
But—
The Demonic Elder’s brow furrowed in confusion.
(Where is the real one?)
The illusions were far too vivid.
Each shadow possessed enough substance to demand a serious response. Destroying them required a level of effort he couldn't easily spare.
In that fleeting moment—
Behind the veil of fading shadows—
Bai Zihan stood perfectly still.
He was a statue of focus.
His sword was pulled back in a high stance.
Qi flooded his blade.
Every ounce of his spiritual reserve, every shred of sword intent, and his entire willpower converged into a single point.
Time seemed to crawl.
Bai Zihan’s eyes locked onto the Elder’s exposed back.
"Fate Severing Slash!"
The blade fell.
Then—
BOOM—!!!
The atmosphere was torn asunder.
The very void seemed to shriek in protest.
A singular, absolute line of light sliced through the battlefield, deleting everything in its path.
The Demonic Elder’s pupils dilated in sheer horror.
"What—?!"
He let out a desperate roar as his Demonic Qi exploded outward. Multiple Heaven-Grade defensive artifacts were triggered in rapid succession.
Barrier after barrier manifested.
One shield shattered instantly.
Then another followed.
He threw up his palm in a final, frantic block, his Qi burning as he sacrificed his foundation to stay alive.
CRACK!
The slash connected.
A fountain of blood erupted.
The Demonic Elder was sent skipping across the landscape like a discarded doll, eventually slamming into the earth miles away.
As the dust settled, the Demonic Elder was revealed lying in a massive crater. His body was mangled, his armor lay in ruins, and blood surged from his chest and mouth.
His Demonic Qi was in complete disarray.
His life force flickered like a candle in the wind.
One arm was broken and useless.
His chest bore a gruesome gash that defied all attempts at healing—it was as if fate itself was preventing his recovery.
Shock!
Dread!
Terror!
All these emotions played out across his pale face.
(I... I was almost killed.)
Had it not been for his Heaven-Grade treasures—
Had he not made that final, frantic gamble—
He would have been erased from existence.
His breath came in ragged, wet gasps.
Blood wouldn't stop flowing.
He looked up to see Bai Zihan standing at the crater's rim. His sword was lowered and his breathing was slightly labored, but his eyes remained terrifyingly calm.
The Demonic Elder’s spirit broke.
For the first time since the war began—
He felt true, paralyzing fear.
Bai Zihan began to walk toward him.
Each footfall sounded like the tolling of a funeral bell.
The Demonic Elder tried to stand, his limbs shaking violently as more blood spilled from his lips.
Bai Zihan raised his blade high.
"This is the end!"
Utter panic finally filled the Elder’s eyes.
"W-Wait—!"
Before the killing blow could land—
"Kekeke..."
A dry, bone-chilling laugh resonated across the field.
The space nearby distorted.
Two overwhelming pressures slammed down simultaneously.
BOOM! BOOM!
The earth cracked as two new figures appeared at the edge of the crater, their Demonic Qi rising like a dark tsunami.
Two additional Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders had arrived.
One was a withered, skeletal figure with glowing emerald eyes. The other was a tall man covered in pulsing demonic runes that looked like living snakes under his skin.
"Kekeke... what a delightful surprise," the skeletal one rasped, his gaze fixed hungrily on Bai Zihan.
"A young prize," the second Elder noted coldly, his eyes sharp. "To think a child could reduce one of our own to such a pathetic state."
The wounded Demonic Elder’s face was a mask of relief mixed with deep shame.
"S-Save me—!"
Bai Zihan paused, his expression darkening. (This is going to be a problem!)