Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 411 The Battlefield of Relentless Fury

Bai Ren moved forward.

He vanished with a single stride, reappearing high in the heavens above the field of combat, his white robes fluttering wildly as Immortal Qi erupted beneath his feet.

The aura he emitted was sharp and focused, directed solely at the massive entity looming in the sky.

The Half-Qilin's pupils shrank in response.

Before the beast could react, Bai Ren had covered half the distance, halting just outside its lethal reach—close enough to incite a reaction, yet far enough to be an insult. He let out a smile.

"Didn't you learn your lesson from last time?"

Bai Ren spoke softly, yet his words resonated clearly across the firmament.

The Half-Qilin stood still for a heartbeat—

Then it unleashed a roar.

A violent, world-shaking howl sent tremors through the clouds.

Its Qi ignited fiercely, crimson flames dancing along its scales as a tide of killing intent saturated the air.

"Don't be arrogant, human!" the Half-Qilin bellowed.

"You only managed to injure me because of your weapon. Today, I will shred you to pieces!"

The Half-Qilin’s eyes seethed with malice as it focused entirely on Bai Ren. The shame of its previous defeat had been branded into its soul—and today, it intended to wash that stain away.

Bai Ren merely gave a quiet laugh.

"So impatient," he whispered.

Behind him, two other figures took action.

Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande stepped forward. Having encountered the Half-Qilin before, they were the natural choice to confront it once again.

In truth, Zhao Wujin wanted to back away—he had no desire to face that monster again—but his sense of honor wouldn't permit him to flee.

Moreover, if he didn't face the Half-Qilin, he might be forced to fight Mó Zün, who was an equally formidable adversary.

Bai Chu also made his move, charging straight toward Mó Zūn.

The moment the Half-Qilin finished its threat, the sky seemed to burst.

It didn't wait.

It refused to give Bai Ren the luxury of the first strike.

With a savage cry, its massive form became a blur, the very fabric of space fracturing under its charge as it closed the gap instantly.

Demonic flames flared, and claws ripped through the void, striking directly at Bai Ren.

Fast.

Determined.

Merciless.

Bai Ren’s eyes narrowed slightly.

In their last encounter, the Half-Qilin had been passive, allowing wounds to accumulate until it was forced to flee.

This time, it would not grant Bai Ren such an advantage.

Boom—!

Bai Ren raised his blade just in time, Immortal Qi exploding outward as the massive claw crashed down.

The collision rocked the heavens, sending shockwaves outward as both combatants were thrown back.

Before Bai Ren could launch a counter-attack—

The Half-Qilin was already on the move.

Another lunge. Another blow. It was unrelenting.

It denied Bai Ren any rhythm or chance to breathe, attacking like an eternal tempest.

From behind Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande launched their assault.

Powerful techniques slammed into the Half-Qilin’s sides and back—

Yet the creature didn't even glance their way.

It disregarded them entirely, treating them as nothing more than annoying gnats.

Its gaze never wavered from Bai Ren.

Because it understood.

Those two lacked the power to truly harm it. Its only concern was the sword held in Bai Ren’s hand.

Zhao Wujin gritted his teeth in frustration.

His strikes were connecting—but they were shallow. They were bounced off by scales or neutralized by Demonic Qi.

Nevertheless, he persisted. Even if he couldn't land a fatal blow, every distraction was vital.

Yu Xuande synchronized his movements perfectly, timing his attacks to hamper the Half-Qilin’s agility, forcing it to make minor adjustments—small openings that Bai Ren exploited immediately.

Bai Ren’s gaze grew sharper.

The intensity of each clash escalated, sparks flying like dying stars as blade met claw repeatedly.

The Half-Qilin refused to absorb damage this time, retreating and striking back in an instant, ensuring it took no hits from Bai Ren.

This was the result of experience.

Elsewhere—

Bai Chu and Mó Zun collided.

Their battle was more silent—but just as lethal.

Pure Qi and dark Demonic Qi tangled as the two traded strikes.

Neither pushed too hard, and neither showed their full hand.

It was a deadlock.

And Mó Zun seemed perfectly content with that.

His face remained stoic, his movements as steady and methodical as before.

He wasn't here to take risks.

He wasn't here to hurry.

As long as the Half-Qilin kept Bai Ren occupied, time worked in his favor.

But naturally—neither Bai Ren nor Bai Chu had arrived with the intention of fighting a long war of attrition.

They were waiting.

Watching for that single window of opportunity.

To unleash the technique they had spent the last week mastering.

Of course, they couldn't afford a mistake.

The move drained a massive amount of Qi, and once their secret was out, they would never have this chance again.

It had to be perfect.

When they finally used it—

It had to end the fight.

CLANG! CLANG!

Steel and claw met again and again, sparks showering the sky.

The ferocity of the battle only deepened.

The Half-Qilin was becoming dominant.

Its gargantuan frame moved with uncanny accuracy, Demonic flames swirling around it as every strike carried the weight of a mountain.

Bai Ren was pushed back inch by inch, his white attire shredded by the pressure, his Immortal Qi flaring constantly just to maintain his defense.

He was unable to move forward.

Every time Bai Ren attempted a riposte, the Half-Qilin pivoted away, its claws crashing down before the sword could find its mark.

Yu Xuande and Zhao Wujin provided constant support.

And yet—

It was futile.

Their skills hit home, but the Half-Qilin’s scales barely showed a scratch. Demonic Qi absorbed the force, and any minor wounds closed almost instantly.

The beast didn't even growl at them.

It didn't even care they were there.

It simply pressed Bai Ren harder.

Faster.

With more weight.

Another claw swung down—

BOOM!

Bai Ren parried, but his feet were forced back through the air, a trickle of blood finally appearing at the corner of his mouth. His arm shook as he flooded his sword with Immortal Qi to keep it steady.

The Half-Qilin towered over him, its eyes gleaming with sadistic joy.

"It seems your end has arrived, human!"

It roared.

Its killing intent surged to its peak.

A massive demonic seal manifested beneath its talons as it gathered all its power into one final, crushing blow—a strike meant to finish the war.

Even Bai Ren could feel the gravity of the moment.

He let out a slow breath.

There was no fear. No hopelessness.

Only... stillness.

The Half-Qilin plummeted like a meteor.

Claws shredded the sky. Death approached at high speed. And in that precise instant—

The nature of Bai Ren’s Immortal Qi transformed.

It flowed inward in a complex cycle so ancient and profound that the space around him began to vibrate.

In the distance, Bai Chu’s gaze sharpened.

(Now!)

The Half-Qilin detected the change as well—and its face contorted in shock.

"What—?!"

But the window had closed.

Bai Ren swung his blade upward. "Fate Severing Slash!"