Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 413 Fated to Die Here

"Heaven's Mandate Reversal."

Without a moment's hesitation, Bai Zihan activated the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique.

His aura surged violently, shattering the limits of the Top Void Refinement Realm before finally stabilizing at a terrifying height.

The eyes of the leader narrowed instantly.

"That bizarre technique once again," he hissed.

However, he did not back down. Instead, a cold sneer twisted his lips.

"Encircle him! End his life now!"

The five figures struck simultaneously.

Roaring Demonic Qi erupted as they fanned out into a lethal killing formation, trapping Bai Zihan from every angle.

Luminous chains of blood-red sigils bound their auras together, causing their collective power to skyrocket.

The reason this quintet had been assigned to eliminate Bai Zihan wasn't merely due to their individual prowess.

It was their absolute unity in combat.

Through their seamless cooperation, they had brought down numerous Great Ascension Realm cultivators, regardless of how formidable the opponent was.

A single look, a tiny ripple in aura, or the faintest change in murderous intent was all they needed to synchronize their actions.

There was no hesitation and zero wasted motion.

Each member acted as the shield for the others' vulnerabilities.

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

Bai Zihan initiated the assault.

His form became a blur as his sword light fractured into nine overlapping phantoms.

Shadows darted in every direction, each radiating genuine sword intent and appearing identical to his true self.

In a heartbeat, the restricted domain was swarming with Bai Zihans.

One Demonic Cultivator lunged forward—

But as his strike connected, the "Bai Zihan" in front of him dissolved into mere mist.

"A decoy—!"

Before his warning could finish—

BOOM!

Five strikes landed in perfect unison.

The phantoms were wiped out in a single breath.

Claws, blades, and demonic techniques converged with such precision that all nine shadows were erased before a single counterattack could be launched.

Not a single movement was squandered.

Not a single reaction was delayed.

At the epicenter—

CLANG!

Bai Zihan's actual body was shoved back half a step as a massive demonic blade crashed against his defense.

Sparks showered the air as the weapons ground together, sending tremors through the entire formation.

The remaining four spotted it instantly.

A lapse in his guard.

"Strike!"

They pounced as one, their killing intent exploding as their auras reached their absolute peak.

Demonic Qi shrieked, creating layers of crushing waves intended to grind Bai Zihan to dust.

Bai Zihan's gaze grew razor-sharp.

His Qi surged once more.

With a sharp twist of his wrist, power surged through his arm like a tidal wave, hurlng the Demonic Cultivator back and breaking the rhythm of the combined charge.

"Eternal Flowing Water Sword!"

Bai Zihan's blade carved a graceful, circular path.

Sword light began to flow like a tireless river, weaving layers of defensive currents around his person.

Every incoming blow was parried, diverted, and neutralized; their savage momentum was absorbed and guided away rather than being met with brute force.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A barrage of attacks descended from every side, yet none could pierce his perimeter.

The sealed domain shuddered as sword intent and demonic Qi clashed incessantly.

Amidst the chaos, Bai Zihan remained rooted—composed, steady, and defiant.

Three minutes ticked by.

Within the locked formation, every lungful of air was saturated with lethal intent.

The five Demonic Cultivators maintained a relentless assault.

Their formation shifted without pause—feints became fatal strikes and offense transitioned into defense with perfect timing.

As one member drew back, another charged. If a strike missed, three more were launched immediately to take its place.

It was a display of flawless coordination.

And yet—

They could not gain an inch of ground.

Bai Zihan stood at the center like an immovable pillar, his blade never slowing.

The Eternal Flowing Water Sword remained in motion, with sword light surging and receding like the endless tides.

No matter the ferocity of the siege, it was soaked up, redirected, and scattered.

Three minutes had passed.

Not a single drop of his blood had been shed.

The expressions of the Demonic Cultivators turned grim.

Attempting to crush him with raw power was proving futile.

Each exchange hammered home a terrifying reality: Bai Zihan's physical constitution far surpassed their own.

Every impact sent a numbing shock back through their limbs, rattling their bones and meridians despite their Demonic Qi protection.

But that wasn't the most concerning issue.

"His Qi should have been exhausted by now..."

One of them mused darkly.

The memory was vivid in their minds.

During their last encounter.

Bai Zihan had barely survived a battle against three Great Ascension Elders. He had been left hollow, drained, and unable to stand on his own.

That vulnerability was why they had dared to ambush him.

That was the source of their confidence.

But currently—

As the minutes crawled by.

Bai Zihan's aura showed no signs of flagging.

Not in the slightest.

His Qi circulation stayed fluid, immense, and constant, as if he were drawing from an infinite reservoir.

His breath remained steady, and his movements never lost their edge.

They had no way of knowing that Bai Zihan had achieved two breakthroughs since their last meeting, significantly refining his control over the technique. With Heaven's Mandate Reversal, Bai Zihan was certain he could maintain this state for twenty minutes—provided he avoided any massive, sudden expenditures of Qi.

The five Demonic Cultivators traded brief, uneasy looks as their perfect rhythm faltered for the first time.

Three minutes were gone.

Only two remained.

However, Bai Zihan had no intention of dragging this out.

His eyes became cold and sharp as he slowly lowered his sword before steadying it.

(Attempting to find a perfect opening is useless.)

The realization was clear to him now.

Their synergy was impeccable.

There was no "ideal moment," no glaring weakness, and no delayed reaction to capitalize on—at least not through standard methods.

Waiting for a flaw would mean waiting forever.

Thus, Bai Zihan opted for the most straightforward route.

The most blunt approach.

His sword intent swelled to its peak.

The sealed domain began to vibrate.

The five Demonic Cultivators sensed the shift instantly, their faces pale with shock.

An unprecedented pressure descended, heavy and absolute, as if the very laws of reality were bowing to Bai Zihan’s blade.

Bai Zihan took a single, deliberate step forward.

He hoisted his sword.

Time seemed to freeze.

All noise died away.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

The moment his voice rang out—

The blade descended.

In that heartbeat, the sealed space itself seemed to shriek.

An arc of pale-gold sword light erupted, carrying a sense of terrifying finality. Everywhere it touched, the fabric of space fractured, peeling away like scorched paper.

Because the formation was a confined space—

Because the area was sealed—

There was no escape.

The five Demonic Cultivators reacted with desperate speed.

"Defend!"

They abandoned their attack simultaneously.

Every defensive technique and Artifact in their possession was activated at once.

Trapped in such a small area, they could only pray to endure the hit.

BOOM—!!!

The Fate Severing Slash connected.

The sealed domain convulsed, demonic runes flickering on the brink of total collapse.

The five Demonic Cultivators screamed as the overwhelming force slammed into them, snapping bones and rupturing organs.

Bai Zihan watched the carnage with a steady, unwavering gaze.

He sought the answer.

After two breakthroughs.

After elevating the Fate Severing Slash to a higher mastery.

After stabilizing the Heaven's Mandate Reversal—

Could they possibly survive?

The brilliant sword light consumed them entirely.

And in that flash—

Fate itself waited for the outcome.

A heavy silence followed!

CRACK—!

The sealed domain—once thick with demonic sigils—shattered into fragments of warped space, dissolving like broken glass.

Fissures raced through the air before vanishing into nothingness.

At the center of the ruin—

Five silhouettes remained standing.

Only barely.

Their blood-red symbols had faded to a dim, dying flicker, and some had vanished completely.

Demonic Qi bled from their forms uncontrollably, like mist escaping from a cracked jar.

One man was on his knees, hacking up mouthfuls of black blood.

Another’s arm was twisted at a gruesome angle, bone protruding through the skin.

The leader remained on his feet, but only because his blade was wedged into the earth to hold him up.

His chest armor was split wide open, revealing a pale-gold scar that hissed with lingering sword intent.

They had lived.

At the final second, they had stacked every defensive art and Artifact they owned, overlapping their shields to force the sword's path just enough to avoid being vaporized.

It was the absolute limit of their defense.

And it had left them broken.

Bai Zihan stood a short distance away, his sword lowered and his robes fluttering in the dying wind.

He observed them.

He let out a quiet sigh.

"You survived."

His tone held no malice.

Only a hint of disappointment.

But that feeling passed quickly.

After all—

To expect five Great Ascension Realm cultivators with perfect teamwork to die so easily was perhaps asking too much.

Bai Zihan straightened his posture.

His eyes grew cold again.

"Regardless," he stated calmly, raising his sword once more, "it matters not."

"It is your destiny to perish here."

In that instant—

A series of powerful auras burst onto the scene.

"Zihan!"

A familiar, urgent voice echoed through the air.

The Elders of the Bai Clan.

Several figures streaked through the sky, their robes snapping as they arrived—each one a powerhouse of the Great Ascension Realm.

Their faces were stern as they immediately focused on Bai Zihan, checking for any wounds.

They had been nearby, waiting.

The sealing formation had blocked everything—space, sound, and spiritual sense. No matter their anxiety or rage, they had been forced to wait outside.

But now—

The barrier was gone.

Obliterated by the Fate Severing Slash.

The Bai Clan Elders gasped as they surveyed the battlefield.

The shattered domain.

The scarred earth.

And the five Demonic Cultivators, clinging to life.

Bai Zihan had already neutralized the greatest threats.

What remained—

Was merely a cleanup operation.

The leader of the Demonic Cultivators looked up, his bloodshot eyes widening as he felt the crushing weight of the surrounding auras.

Multiple Great Ascension presences. Surrounding them.

Their end had arrived!

However, Bai Zihan still needed to claim his rewards from the system, so he delivered the final, killing blow himself.

No one could object—after all, the enemies were already crippled from their battle with him.