Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 401 One Man Against Three!

Bai Zihan’s aura surged relentlessly, only coming to a sudden standstill when it reached its limit.

Peak Void Refinement Realm!

Releasing a slow breath, he felt a terrifying surge of power vibrating through his meridians.

His skeleton hummed in resonance while his blood roared with the intensity of thunder; Qi surged without end through his expanded Dantian.

He sensed he could push his cultivation even higher, and his physical vessel seemed capable of enduring the strain.

Nevertheless, he chose to stop.

This marked his debut using the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique.

He had yet to fully grasp the long-term consequences of this art or how stable his foundation would remain if he pushed further into the unknown.

For the current situation, the Peak Void Refinement Realm was more than sufficient.

It was plenty to test the mettle of three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders.

The three Demonic Elders gaped at him as though they were witnessing a freak of nature. "How is this possible?"

The pupils of the tall Demonic Elder contracted in shock.

To leap across more than an entire major realm of cultivation was unheard of.

Despite having lived for centuries—

And having witnessed various forbidden arts and life-burning secret techniques—

This display defied the very laws of common sense.

Even those taboo methods that forcefully elevated a Spirit Severing cultivator into the Void Refinement Realm were considered suicidal arts that either crippled the practitioner for life or resulted in immediate death.

Yet, Bai Zihan had not only stepped into the Void Refinement Realm—

He had ascended all the way to its absolute peak.

"And his breathing hasn't even faltered..."

The injured elder croaked, his voice sounding ragged.

Though they were startled by the sudden transformation, fear did not take hold of them.

The skeletal Demonic Elder let out a low, raspy chuckle that sounded like grinding stones.

"Kekeke... so what if you did?"

Eerie green flames flared within his hollow eye sockets.

"Void Refinement remains nothing more than Void Refinement."

He took a step forward, his Demonic Qi billowing out like a tide of black ink.

"You have not reached the Great Ascension Realm."

The other two elders shifted their positions, forming a loose circle around their target.

"And you are outnumbered three to one."

Their murderous intent locked onto Bai Zihan once again—suffocating, heavy, and devoid of mercy.

The initial shock had already been suppressed by their cold logic.

As veterans of a thousand life-and-death struggles, they knew one truth above all else:

A technique this overwhelming must demand a staggering price.

"No secret art can be maintained forever," the tall elder remarked with a cold sneer.

He laughed mockingly.

"The more explosive the power, the shorter its duration."

The wounded elder nodded, his eyes glimmering with a predatory malice.

"You cannot hold this form for long. Furthermore, even at the Peak Void Refinement Realm, you lack the strength to defeat the three of us."

Bai Zihan remained silent as he listened.

Then, a faint smile played on his lips.

"You aren't wrong about that."

Holding this state indefinitely was indeed an impossibility—

"However," Bai Zihan added, raising his blade as his eyes turned as sharp as winter frost, "you are mistaken about something else."

The atmospheric pressure surrounding him suddenly tightened.

"I don't require much time to finish the three of you."

His sword intent exploded, becoming significantly more concentrated and lethal than before.

Peak Void Refinement Qi merged seamlessly with the Eternal Spirit Sword.

The skeletal Demonic Elder’s green eye-fires erupted with fury.

"Your arrogance shall be your undoing!"

He struck.

In a flash, the ground beneath him gave way as Demonic Qi detonated. He vanished from sight, reappearing before Bai Zihan like a ghost, his clawed fingers lunging directly for the youth's throat.

It was a lethal strike—quick, savage, and definitive.

Yet—Bai Zihan was no longer there.

The skeletal elder’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Too fast!

Before he could even process the movement, a piercing metallic ring echoed through the air.

Clang!

The Eternal Spirit Sword arched upward, parrying the deadly blow with effortless grace.

The impact sent shockwaves through the atmosphere, but Bai Zihan remained as steady as a mountain. It was the skeletal elder who found himself knocked backward.

"What?!"

He let out a shrill screech.

Simultaneously, the tall elder and the wounded one launched an assault from his flanks.

Bai Zihan did not give an inch.

Slash! Slash!

The space in front of him seemed to buckle. A corrosive palm strike was cleaved in half mid-air, its Demonic Qi evaporating like mist. Without missing a beat, Bai Zihan flicked his wrist, sending the sword's tip whistling backward—

Clang!

The blood-black spear held by the tall Demonic Elder shattered into pieces, the fragments dissolving before they could even brush against him.

The counter-strike followed instantly.

The wounded elder barely had time to cross his arms before the sword intent slammed into him.

Boom!

His body was hurled backward, carving a furrow into the earth as a spray of blood erupted from his mouth.

The tall Demonic Elder’s face finally twisted with genuine concern.

This wasn't a matter of the boy surviving; they were the ones being actively suppressed.

They renewed their attack, moving with greater speed and ferocity, their killing intent fully unleashed. Yet, Bai Zihan drifted through their onslaught like water flowing around stones.

Every strike was neutralized before it could reach its peak. Every counter-move forced them to retreat.

Though the battlefield warped under the weight of clashing Qi, the reality was undeniable—

It wasn't three Great Ascension Realm masters cornering Bai Zihan. It was Bai Zihan driving three Great Ascension masters into a corner.

"How can this be?!"

The tall elder bellowed, blocking a sword strike that sent numbing tremors through his arms.

The skeletal elder retreated in a panic, his green flames flickering wildly.

"He is only at the Void Refinement Realm—how can he possess such power?!"

Bai Zihan advanced once more, his sword thrumming with concentrated intent. His expression remained cold and detached.

On the sidelines, Mo Tianji watched the scene with his jaw dropped.

He had already found it hard to swallow that Bai Zihan had bested one Great Ascension Elder—but now he was dominating three of them simultaneously.

He had expected Bai Zihan to be slaughtered, believing that no amount of talent could save a dead man. But the reality was different.

Three Great Ascension Demonic Elders were struggling for their lives while Bai Zihan moved forward with absolute confidence.

Witnessing such a spectacle was enough to shatter the confidence of even the most arrogant genius.

Mo Tianji ground his teeth in a fit of rage.

"Just kill him already!"

He screamed out his frustration, his fury directed at the three elders. They were supposed to be the pinnacle of power, yet they were being humiliated by a mere teenager.

The Demonic Cultivators watching the battle shared his sentiment.

Those three should have ended Bai Zihan long ago to assist elsewhere, yet they were the ones on the brink of death. It defied all logic.

Slash! Slash!

The three Demonic Elders began to slow their tempo.

Their actions became more calculated and wary. They ceased their reckless lunges.

"He is burning his Qi," the tall Demonic Elder noted coldly, his eyes narrowing to slits.

"An artificial boost like this cannot be maintained."

The wounded elder wiped the blood from his chin, steadying his breath. "Let him waste his strength. Once the backlash begins, he will be at our mercy."

The skeletal elder let out a soft, mocking laugh as his green flames danced. "Kekeke... go on, little brat, exhaust yourself. The Heavens never grant power without demanding a price."

They began to circle him, focusing more on defense than offense, goading Bai Zihan into swinging his sword repeatedly.

They were certain of one thing:

No Void Refinement cultivator—regardless of how monstrous their talent—could sustain such an output for long.

But they were wrong.

Bai Zihan’s breathing remained perfectly calm. His Qi showed no signs of flagging.

His Qi reserves were like a bottomless ocean. The Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique continued to roar within him, yet his Dantian showed no symptoms of depletion.

Minutes passed in high-intensity combat, and yet Bai Zihan showed zero signs of fatigue.

The skeletal elder’s brow furrowed.

"Why hasn't his aura faded yet?"

Before that doubt could take root—

Bai Zihan stopped in his tracks.

He lowered his blade.

The entire battlefield fell into a sudden, eerie stillness.

"Hm?" the tall elder sneered. "Have you finally reached your breaking point?"

Bai Zihan raised his eyes.

The Eternal Spirit Sword began to vibrate violently.

Then—

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

The world seemed to fracture.

Bai Zihan disappeared.

It wasn't just speed—he was simply gone!

Nine afterimages manifested across the battlefield at the same time, each one radiating the same sword intent and the same crushing pressure.

The three elders braced for an all-out assault.

They anticipated a repeat of the technique used against the wounded elder and prepared to defend against a massive strike. However, Bai Zihan had no intention of using the Fate Severing Slash. Instead, he focused entirely on a single target: the Skeletal Elder. Nine blades descended in unison.

Every strike flowed like a beam of light through water—silent, perfect, and impossible to dodge.

"NO—!"

Slash!

A brilliant arc of silver light flashed through the air.

The skeletal elder froze mid-motion.

The green flames in his eyes flickered once... and then vanished into darkness.

His skull was severed from his neck, spinning through the air before hitting the dirt with a dull thud.

The headless corpse remained standing for a brief second—

Before it finally toppled over.

Absolute silence gripped the area!

The two remaining Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders watched in sheer terror.

One of them had been killed.

Bai Zihan reappeared, standing composed as faint demonic blood dripped from his sword's edge.

His aura was as steady as it had been at the start.

He turned his gaze toward the remaining two elders; he had no intention of letting them escape either.