Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 414 No Path Left to Victory

The momentum of the battle shifted violently.

The Demonic Forces had suffered devastating losses among their Great Ascension Realm cultivators. Unlike his previous state, where the use of Heaven's Mandate Reversal had left him incapacitated and drained, Bai Zihan was still standing and fully prepared for combat.

The Desolate Heaven Empire now commanded a crushing advantage. Across the expanse of the battlefield, the thick Demonic Qi began to dissipate.

Nevertheless—

Every combatant was aware of the truth.

The Great Ascension Realm was never the force that would determine the final outcome.

That weight rested solely on the Immortals.

High above, in a realm where the fabric of space buckled and the laws of the world shrieked under the strain, the duel between Immortal beings continued to scar the heavens.

That was the true theater of victory.

Just as many observers prepared themselves for a grueling, endless stalemate reminiscent of the last great war—

The rhythm of the fight shifted.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

The pupils of the Half-Qilin constricted into tiny dots.

As soon as Bai Ren uttered those words, a sensation took hold—

It was not an outward explosion of raw power—

But something far more chilling.

Bai Ren executed a swing.

The movement of the blade was elegant and uncomplicated, yet as the strike was unleashed, the very world seemed to split apart.

A pale-white arc tore through the firmament, slicing through space, demonic fire, and martial intent with equal ease.

In that precise instant—

Bai Chu’s gaze sharpened.

Witnessing Bai Ren unveil the secret technique, he acted without a moment's delay.

If Bai Ren had revealed it, Mó Zun would logically assume that he possessed the knowledge as well—an assumption that was entirely accurate.

The advantage of a surprise attack had vanished.

Therefore, Bai Chu opted for absolute decisiveness.

He didn't bother waiting for a flaw in his opponent's guard.

He gathered his Qi—

At nearly the same moment.

Mó Zun’s eyes narrowed.

Just as his focus was pulled toward the massive eruption of Qi from Bai Ren’s position, Bai Chu launched his own assault, leaving the demon no time to even process the shock.

Bai Chu lifted his sword.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

For a second time, the heavens groaned.

A freezing, pitiless arc swept toward Mó Zun, cutting through space, intent, and the very threads of causality.

Mó Zun’s face finally twisted into a dark scowl.

He immediately abandoned his offensive stance, his Demonic Qi surging as he layered defense upon defense in a desperate attempt to survive.

Two Fate Severing Slashes.

Executed almost in unison.

One targeted the Half-Qilin.

The other aimed for Mó Zun.

The world itself seemed to scream.

Qi erupted with absolute authority, pale-gold arcs carving through the sky as if they were stripping the heavens bare.

Space was cleanly bifurcated in their path, and the laws of reality unraveled as the slashes fell with the weight of divine judgment.

Neither man had truly mastered the art.

They hadn't even reached the level of basic proficiency.

And yet, it remained a Saint-Grade Technique.

Even with only partial mastery, its strength dwarfed any Heaven-Grade technique in existence.

While Bai Zihan might have possessed superior technical skill—

Bai Ren and Bai Chu were far beyond him in terms of sheer, raw power. This disparity was glaringly obvious in the manifestation of their Fate Severing Slash.

The twin strikes descended.

All sound was swallowed as the sword Qi cut downward. It didn't explode; it erased, as if the very concept of fate was being excised from existence.

The Half-Qilin took the first hit.

It let out a primal, enraged roar, throwing its forearms up in a frantic block while demonic flames flared wildly.

The Fate Severing Slash bypassed its defenses as if they weren't there.

Its arms were lopped off cleanly at the shoulders, and demonic blood sprayed into the void while the space behind the blow peeled apart.

The strike didn't lose its momentum.

It carved further, slicing through scales, meat, and bone. The sheer force of the blow ripped a gruesome, gaping chasm across the Half-Qilin’s frame.

While it didn't split the beast entirely in two, it came dangerously close. The lingering Sword Qi continued to eat through its torso, leaving a massive wound that defied any attempt at healing.

RRRWWWRRR!

The Half-Qilin plummeted, its roar turning into a raspy, pained shriek as its aura underwent a violent collapse.

Demonic Qi bled out uncontrollably from its mangled form, its natural regeneration utterly negated.

...

It survived—

But it was permanently crippled.

Simultaneously—Mó Zun was struck.

The moment the Fate Severing Slash arrived, his pupils shrank with terror.

He moved instantly.

A High-Grade Heaven Defensive Artifact flared to life before him, its runic layers expanding like a dying star as he flooded it with every ounce of his Demonic Qi.

BOOM—!!!

The artifact was blown to pieces.

The runes dissolved one by one, and the defensive barriers failed in a chain reaction of violent backlash.

The treasure had absorbed the bulk of the slash—

But it wasn't enough.

Mó Zun was hurled backward, blood erupting from his lips as his body crashed through the warped dimensions.

He barely managed to right himself, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving with exertion.

His armor had been torn to shreds.

Across his chest—

A deep, searing mark burned, where the sword intent clung to him like a curse.

Mó Zun stared at the wound.

A cold sweat ran down his back.

(If I had paused for even a heartbeat... If that artifact had been any weaker...)

He would be a corpse right now.

He looked up.

His eyes fell upon the Half-Qilin.

The once-mighty supreme beast was a mess of gore; its arms were gone, its body nearly severed, and its aura was in complete shambles.

It was no longer a threat on the battlefield.

Not by a long shot.

Mó Zun’s brow furrowed.

And then—

Taking their cue from Bai Ren and Bai Chu, the other Immortals of the Bai Clan made their move.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

The sky wailed once more.

One Demonic Immortal—the one fighting Bai Yui—was caught directly in the path of the strike.

There was no way to dodge.

The slash erased his very existence, shredding both body and soul as space folded in on itself and imploded.

The two remaining Demonic Immortals facing Bai Qingshan and Bai Ruhong barely escaped with their lives.

One lost half of his torso.

The other was sliced from his shoulder down to his waist, hanging onto life by a thread as his aura flickered like a candle in the wind.

A stunned silence washed over the battlefield.

Too many Immortals had been slain or critically wounded in just a single exchange.

This had ceased to be a fight.

It had become a massacre.

The warriors of the Desolate Heaven Empire erupted in cheers, while the Demonic Forces were plunged into a state of sheer panic.

Their champions were falling, whether they were Great Ascension Realm experts or Immortal Realm Elders.

They could see no path to salvation.

Mó Zun slowly balled his hand into a fist, his breath coming in heavy gasps, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating light.

(It is over!)

Even if the struggle persisted—

The final result was set in stone.

The Demonic Forces had exhausted their trump cards.

Mó Zun took a deep, shaky breath and fixed his glare on Bai Chu.

"Keke... Bai Chu, just where did you acquire such treasures? That technique... it wasn't Heaven-Grade, was it?"

Mó Zun muttered.

He was looking at the Saint-Grade sword held by Bai Ren—and the technique that had nearly claimed his life.

He understood now.

Judging by the sheer power it exhibited, the move was undeniably a Saint-Grade Technique.

"Who can say?"

Bai Chu answered with a calm expression, offering no details.

"You are fortunate. Extremely fortunate," Mó Zun said, finally conceding the loss.

"This victory belongs to you!"

Even so, Bai Chu remained vigilant.

Until Mó Zun’s head was separated from his body—safety was an illusion.

"Enjoy your triumph today while you still can," Mó Zun said with a chilling tone.

"The next time our paths cross—your Bai Clan will meet its destruction!"