Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 402 Three Great Ascension Demonic Elder Killed!

Bai Chu felt his heart plummet as he detected the presence of several Great Ascension Realm Demonic auras converging rapidly on Bai Zihan's location.

His sword intent flared with violent instability, turning chaotic as anxiety gripped his soul.

CLANG! CLANG!

Despite his desperate efforts, Mó Zūn was not an adversary that could be brushed aside simply because Bai Chu willed it.

Using telepathy, he immediately contacted every Great Ascension cultivator and those of higher realms within the Bai Clan.

"Bai Zihan is in grave danger! Assist him at once!"

However, nearly all of them were similarly trapped and unable to provide aid.

The voice of Bai Tianheng came through, heavy with the strain of combat.

"I am being suppressed... by two Demonic Elders..."

Another transmission followed, sounding hoarse and precarious.

"I am surrounded... these Demonic Beasts are giving me no room to breathe."

Then came another, and another.

Every single expert was occupied. Even the allies of the Bai Clan found themselves bogged down by relentless enemies.

To make matters worse, upon seeing Bai Zihan's dire situation, experts from the Li Clan, Zhao Clan, and Azure Holy Sun Sect began to intentionally stall. They feigned injuries and held back, allowing their demonic opponents to keep the Bai Clan's forces pinned down.

They were not just facing pressure from the Demonic Cultivators—their supposed comrades were openly sabotaging them.

Bai Chu’s face twisted into a dark scowl.

(This was orchestrated!)

It was no accident.

This was a calculated trap designed specifically to leave Bai Zihan isolated.

In that brief moment of distraction—

Mó Zūn seized the opening.

With a piercing scream from his saber, Demonic Qi exploded as he struck from a blind spot Bai Chu would normally have guarded.

The blade sliced through Bai Chu's defensive perimeter, leaving a bloody gash across his shoulder.

Fresh blood sprayed into the air.

Bai Chu stumbled back half a step, forcibly re-stabilizing his aura as a murderous fire burned in his eyes.

Mó Zūn let out a cold, mocking grin.

"Duels between masters," he remarked with icy calm, "are settled in moments like these. Bai Chu, you actually dared to lose focus while facing me!"

It was glaringly obvious that Bai Chu was preoccupied—distracted—even while battling a powerhouse like Mó Zūn.

The same held true for the other Bai Clan experts.

In their desperate rush to save Bai Zihan, they had grown impatient—

And their enemies exploited that haste, striking the second their guards dropped.

At the Great Ascension Realm and beyond, even the tiniest lapse in concentration was enough to prove fatal.

Even though he knew that worrying was futile, Bai Chu could not help himself.

Bai Zihan was their Chosen Heir, the most brilliant genius in their thousand-year history—the one they believed would transcend all others.

Even if it required the sacrifice of Great Ascension Realm experts—or even those in the Immortal Realm—it would be a worthy trade to save Bai Zihan.

His potential far outweighed anyone else's.

(Was it a mistake to bring him to this battlefield?)

The dark thought emerged unbidden.

They, along with the other Clans, had brought their young geniuses to gain the experience necessary for their future growth.

Furthermore, they had assumed this conflict would be manageable given the combined strength of the allied forces.

But who could have predicted that Bai Zihan—a mere junior—would be so ruthlessly targeted?

Three Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators had been dispatched to kill him.

And their own allies were actively assisting the enemy's plot.

It felt as though the entire battlefield conspired for Bai Zihan's death. The Bai Clan, which had been dominating the fight until now, suddenly found themselves cornered and retreating.

As the minutes passed, the weight of their worry grew heavier.

Despite Bai Zihan's sudden burst of strength and fierce struggle, they did not believe he could survive against three opponents of the Great Ascension Realm.

Then, it happened—

Three massive demonic signatures vanished one after the other.

A heavy, unmistakable shockwave rolled across the battlefield in a delayed surge.

Mó Zūn’s grin froze on his face.

Bai Chu’s breath hitched in his throat.

Both men instinctively turned their attention toward the distant clash.

Three severed heads lay on the ground before Bai Zihan, the final wisps of demonic aura evaporating from them.

Great Ascension Realm experts!

Slaughtered!

Even on a field where Immortals fought, the fall of a Great Ascension Realm cultivator was a rare event.

And now—

Three had fallen simultaneously.

Moreover, consider the one who had struck them down.

"Bai Zihan!"

Bai Chu bellowed, his voice a mixture of shock, relief, and intense pride.

Looking up, Bai Zihan met Bai Chu’s eyes across the vast expanse. He offered a slight nod—composed and nearly indifferent.

Bai Zihan had been fully aware that Bai Chu and Mó Zūn were observing him, just as he had kept a portion of his focus on their fight.

"After the first one fell," Bai Zihan remarked casually, "the remaining two weren't that difficult to finish off."

He muttered the words to himself.

One had been weaker than the Skeleton Elder, while the other was already wounded from their exchange.

With his newfound power, it hadn't taken long to execute them—though it was largely thanks to the shock that paralyzed them, giving him the perfect opening.

Mó Zūn stood rooted to the spot.

His smirk had vanished entirely.

His pupils contracted in sheer disbelief.

"What?"

For the first time, genuine shock was visible on his face.

He could have understood if it were Void Refinement Elders who had fallen.

He could even have accepted Bai Zihan surviving against a single Great Ascension Demonic Elder.

But killing three?

While only at the Spirit Severing Realm?

Even accounting for whatever strange technique Bai Zihan used to boost his cultivation, such a feat should have been impossible.

"Haha... Mó Zūn, it appears you gravely underestimated our Bai Zihan!"

Bai Chu let out a booming laugh.

The loss of three Great Ascension Elders was a catastrophic blow, even for the Demonic Cultivators.

"Underestimated, you say?"

Mó Zūn was stunned.

Sending three Great Ascension Elders to eliminate someone at the Spirit Severing Realm was already massive overkill.

Given the potential Bai Zihan had displayed, who else would require such a force?

And yet—

Even that overwhelming force had failed.

The moment Bai Chu realized that Bai Zihan was not only alive but had butchered three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders, the tightness in his chest vanished.

The cloud of anxiety that had hampered his movements cleared away.

His sword intent became steady.

Then—

It exploded with new power.

Sharpened by his rage.

Forged by his pride.

Bolstered by total certainty.

"Mó Zūn," Bai Chu said with a freezing tone, "your plot has crumbled, and you have lost three of your Great Ascension Elders. How does it feel to see your grand plan fall apart?"

Slash!

Bai Chu’s sword blurred in a flash of light.

The blow was precise, merciless, and significantly faster than his previous attacks—devoid of any hesitation or restraint.

Mó Zūn’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Clang!

Their weapons clashed, but this time the force of the impact drove Mó Zūn back half a step.

His aura flickered.

His combat rhythm was shattered.

The psychological blow had finally taken its toll.

And this shift wasn't limited to their duel—

The same phenomenon was occurring across the entire battlefield.

The Great Ascension experts of the Bai Clan felt the change instantly. Their sense of desperation evaporated.

The frantic edge in their movements smoothed out.

In its place, a fire of excitement was lit.

Their strikes became more lethal.

Their confidence soared.

"He actually killed them."

"While at the Spirit Severing Realm...?"

"Who else but Bai Zihan could pull off such a miracle?"