Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 412 Sword Turned Against Great Ascension Realm

Bai Zihan stood amidst the surrounding carnage, his robes billowing peacefully even as fresh blood soaked the soil around him.

If the situation remained predictable, Bai Zihan mused silently, this day would mark the conclusion of the conflict.

He cast a fleeting glance toward the heavens.

Bai Ren.

Bai Chu.

The Grand Elders.

Even if one’s mastery was flawed, the Fate Severing Slash remained a formidable Saint-Grade Technique once understood.

Beings on the level of Mó Zün or the Half-Qilin...

They would surely perish if that strike found its mark.

Such confidence was not rooted in pride.

It was a mathematical certainty.

Thus, Bai Zihan believed that the war between the Desolate Heaven Empire and the Demonic Forces might reach its end this very day.

Without hesitation, Bai Zihan moved forward—and the massacre commenced.

Since this might be his final opportunity, he intended to harvest as many Points as possible. However, the task proved difficult as his enemies had learned to flee upon seeing him.

Grade-9 Demonic Beasts seemed to realize that engaging him was a death sentence; they avoided him just as the Demonic Cultivators did.

They tried to retreat, but it was futile—Bai Zihan could overtake them with ease. Running merely delayed their unavoidable demise.

After wiping out yet another pack of Demonic Beasts, he scanned the area and located several Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.

(Should I begin hunting them?)

Bai Zihan contemplated.

The rewards for such foes were substantial, and given his current surge in power, it was a viable path.

The Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were staying clear of him, which was hindering his Point accumulation.

Furthermore, he was no longer the person who had to struggle against Three Great Ascension Demonic Elders simultaneously.

He could execute sneak attacks on the Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators who were preoccupied with other battles.

This was likely his last window to do so.

"Hmm... let's do that!"

Bai Zihan made his choice.

Whoosh!

He locked his sights onto a specific Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator.

This target was currently locked in a fierce, balanced duel with Bai Feng.

As they were the nearest Great Ascension Realm combatants, they became Bai Zihan’s first objective.

Whoosh! Whoosh—!

Initially, the Demonic Elder failed to sense Bai Zihan’s approach.

His concentration was entirely focused on Bai Feng.

Their weapons clashed at point-blank range, Qi and Demonic Qi grinding against one another with violent intensity.

Bai Feng pushed forward with unwavering aggression, his strikes so sharp that the Demonic Elder had no room to recover.

The elder was already pushed to his absolute limit.

Each clash brought him a step closer to total exhaustion.

Then—

The atmosphere shifted.

A cold shiver raced up the Demonic Elder's spine.

Within thirty meters.

His pupils shrank in terror.

(An intruder?!)

He glanced back just in time to see Bai Zihan slicing through the chaos like a silent blade.

Bai Zihan!

Sudden dread took hold.

(Eh?! What is that monster doing here?!)

Dealing with Bai Feng was already a desperate struggle. The addition of Bai Zihan could only result in one outcome—

Death!

The Demonic Elder didn't waste a second.

He contorted his body, forcing his Demonic Qi to explode outward as he attempted to abandon the duel and flee.

However, Bai Feng’s gaze turned icy.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

Nine ethereal sword phantoms materialized around Bai Feng, each radiating genuine lethal intent.

The overlapping sword light constricted the surrounding space, trapping the Demonic Elder’s escape route for a mere heartbeat—

That brief window was all Bai Zihan required.

His form became a blur.

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword—Flickering Shadow Step!"

The air rippled.

Bai Zihan vanished from the spot.

The Demonic Elder’s heart skipped a beat—

And then Bai Zihan was there.

Too close.

Too fast.

Before the Demonic Elder could even let out a cry—

"Second Form—Phantom Light Strike!"

A beam of freezing light pierced through his chest.

The Demonic Elder stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes bulging in shock as his Demonic Qi began to leak away uncontrollably.

A microscopic line manifested across his midsection—

Then his body came apart.

The lifeless remains plummeted from the sky.

Just like that.

A Great Ascension Demonic Elder had been executed.

Bai Feng watched for a second before letting out a long breath, his fingers tightening on his sword hilt.

"...Good timing."

Bai Feng looked toward Bai Zihan, noting that the youth’s mastery of the technique had already surpassed his own.

It felt surreal to remember that he had once tried to pressure Bai Zihan into giving up his position as the Heir.

Who could possibly compete with him? Even Bai Feng felt inadequate in his presence.

Still, considering how Bai Zihan used to act, he didn't believe his past actions were entirely unjustified.

It was simply that Bai Zihan had proven his worth.

Had the boy remained as he was, Bai Feng knew his original judgment would have been correct.

Bai Zihan turned around with a composed expression, acting as though slaying a Great Ascension Demonic Elder was a minor chore.

"Uncle," he spoke calmly, "go support the others here."

Bai Feng nodded, obeying the command instinctively.

Then he looked back at the youth.

"And you?" Bai Feng inquired, even though the answer was obvious.

Bai Zihan’s gaze drifted toward the horizon, where several other Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators were still embroiled in combat, oblivious to the death of their comrade.

"I'll handle the Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivators!"

Bai Zihan answered flatly, stating it as a simple fact.

A strange sensation gripped Bai Feng’s chest.

For a moment, he wanted to offer a warning or tell him to be careful.

But the words died in his throat.

Bai Feng gave a heavy nod.

"Alright," he said. "Don't be reckless!"

Bai Zihan offered a small smile.

Then his image flickered.

Whoosh—!

He was gone, darting toward the next Great Ascension battlefield.

Bai Zihan fell upon his enemies like a dark comet.

The second Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator never realized what hit him.

He was in the middle of a struggle against a Bai Clan Elder, his Demonic Qi rising for a counter-strike—

When the air distorted.

A flash of cold light erupted.

His head was severed before his mind could process the threat.

Blood showered the earth.

Another Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator was dead.

A haunting silence briefly fell over the battlefield.

Then—

Hysteria broke out.

The Demonic Cultivators finally grasped the reality of the situation.

Bai Zihan had stopped hunting Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

He was coming for them.

"He's targeting the Great Ascension Realm!"

"That monster—he's hunting us!"

"If this keeps up, we'll be picked off one by one!"

Terror distorted their faces.

Unlike the beasts, they possessed the capacity for reason, and that reason made the situation far more gruesome.

If they remained spread out across the field, Bai Zihan would simply glide from one duel to the next—slaughtering them efficiently without allowing for a defense.

Fleeing was pointless.

Fighting alone meant certain death.

Away from the primary fray, five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators quickly congregated, their Demonic Qi merging as they constructed a sophisticated midair array.

Ancient runes flared to life.

Symbols of blood began to burn.

"This formation—are you certain?" one of them barked.

"It only lasts for five minutes," another answered grimly. "But once it is active, no one can enter... and no one can leave."

Five minutes.

Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.

Against Bai Zihan.

"That is sufficient," the leader stated coldly. "If we don't do this, our deaths are guaranteed anyway."

They fanned out and returned to the battle—each deliberately showing weaknesses and baiting the youth to draw his attention.

Whoosh—!

With cold precision, Bai Zihan struck down his third Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator.

Blood sprayed as the corpse hit the ground, its Demonic Qi evaporating.

Without a moment's rest, Bai Zihan pivoted—already targeting his next victim. He took a step forward.

The instant his foot crossed the threshold—

HUM—!

The world shook.

Space became as rigid as iron.

Crimson runes flared beneath him while demonic sigils etched themselves into the sky.

A formation locked into place.

The battlefield outside became a blur, twisted and then vanished entirely.

Bai Zihan stopped.

He scanned the enclosed domain, his gaze sharp yet tranquil.

"...A formation."

He lifted his blade and delivered a casual slash.

BOOM!

The sword collided with the barrier—

And was thrown back with force.

The shockwave sent a tremor through the array, yet it remained intact.

Bai Zihan was pushed back half a step.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh? A Grade-5 Formation?"

The walls of the formation throbbed, soaking up the impact as the demonic runes stabilized instantly.

Not a single crack appeared.

Bai Zihan let out a soft breath.

He was mildly impressed.

Then—

Five figures stepped into view.

Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators approached, their combined auras flooding the sealed area with murderous intent.

Their faces were no longer masked by fear.

They looked thrilled.

Victorious.

"Hahaha... we've finally snared you."

"Do you have any idea how many of our kin you've slaughtered?"

The leader moved to the front, his eyes shining with certainty.

"But your streak ends here."

"This formation locks space itself. None can enter. None can exit."

"And we all remember what happened the last time you faced three Great Ascension Elders."

"You lived," he sneered, "but you were left utterly broken."

No Qi.

No energy.

Unable to even stand.

"So tell me," the leader said with a cold smile, spreading his arms wide, "what do you think happens now?"

Five against one.

A sealed array.

No way out.

No help coming.

Their Demonic Qi swelled, filling the space like a rising flood.

They were certain.

Bai Zihan was a dead man.

Bai Zihan slowly lowered his blade.

He looked each of them in the eye.

Then, a faint smile played on his lips.

"Let's see," he whispered softly, "who is actually the one trapped in here."