Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 418 Then I'll Make You Speak

Bai Zihan stepped out from a jagged spatial rift at the boundary of the Great Wilderness.

The firmament here was shadowed, the clouds stained with a pale, ashen tint as if the very soil was at odds with the heavens.

Beneath him lay a vista of total desolation—sharp peaks, fractured earth, and woods so ancient and gnarled that the sun’s rays could barely filter through. He halted in mid-air.

Locating the Demonic Cultivators would be no simple feat.

The Great Wilderness was immense—far too expansive. Even with a search party of thousands working for a full year, not even ten percent of the territory could be covered. Furthermore, there was no assurance they remained in this region.

Following their botched incursion, they might have already retreated.

Bai Zihan shut his eyes for a moment before speaking to his inner soul.

"Feilian," he called out.

Within his sea of consciousness, a glowing silhouette stirred.

Her voice resonated, poised yet sharp with a hint of genuine worry.

"Bai Zihan," Feilian spoke deliberately, "I suggest you turn back!"

Her tone grew more intense.

Should Bai Zihan confront the Demonic Cultivators alone—particularly a powerhouse on the level of a Mó Zūn—even she might be unable to protect him.

This wasn't merely a cautious warning. It was the cold truth.

Invading demonic lands solo was pure insanity—a suicidal gamble that would likely end in his demise.

Immortal Emperor Feilian braced herself for his typical reaction—an icy dismissal, arrogant confidence, or a stubborn refusal to speak.

Instead, Bai Zihan opened his eyes.

"Please!"

The word was soft.

And completely out of character for him.

For the first time since their bond began, Feilian sensed it vividly—not fury, not pride, but pure Desperation.

"Help me locate them," Bai Zihan pleaded.

Immortal Emperor Feilian fell into a stunned silence.

Inside the vast expanse of his mind, the seconds seemed to stretch into eternity.

She never imagined that Bai Zihan—the haughty Young Master—would ever beg for the sake of a mortal girl.

He had never done so, even when his own life hung in the balance.

"Very well," she finally conceded. "However, I can do nothing if they are beyond the reach of my senses."

Her presence surged outward, no longer restricted to his soul.

A phantom wave of divine perception radiated forth, scanning across mountain ranges, deep canyons, and sunken ruins—investigating, hunting, listening. One heartbeat.

Two.

Then—

Her voice turned urgent.

"There!"

Bai Zihan’s eyes snapped open with intensity.

"To the northeast," Feilian directed.

That was the only clue he required.

BOOM!

The atmosphere thundered as Bai Zihan disappeared, piercing through space in the direction she pointed.

The earth below cracked under the sheer force of his momentum, while ancient beasts cowered as a streak of lethal intent tore across the sky.

His bloodlust flared again, more piercing than ever.

They were close.

***

Deep in the heart of the Great Wilderness, a makeshift camp sat concealed within a deep ravine.

Sconces flickered with eerie green fire.

A group of Demonic Cultivators sat huddled together, their faces grim.

Their campaign had been a disaster, resulting in heavy casualties.

"That invasion was a total farce."

"We sacrificed so much for absolutely nothing."

"Those Demonic Beasts were pathetic. Even that Half-Qilin was slaughtered without effort."

They could not stop their bitter complaints.

"That Bai Clan—no, that Bai Zihan."

The mere mention of the name seemed to turn the air frigid.

"He isn't human. I witnessed it. A Spirit Severing Realm brat, yet he butchered Great Ascension Realm Elders."

"Stop exaggerating—"

"Exaggerating? He was smiling while he cut them down."

A heavy silence gripped the group!

Then, another voice spoke up, raspy and trembling.

"I was there... when Elder Mo Kuang perished."

The cultivators shifted their gaze.

"He pleaded. Did you know that? A Great Ascension Realm master begged for mercy from someone in the Spirit Severing Realm."

The speaker gulped.

"Bai Zihan didn't blink. He is the true demon!"

"That freak—"

Bang!

"Enough!"

The command rang through the ravine like a crack of a whip.

Mo Tianji stepped out, fury smoldering in his gaze.

His complexion was ashen, his fists balled tight, and his eyes were clouded with suppressed rage.

"Shut your mouths. Every one of you!"

The demonic cultivators went quiet instantly.

Mo Tianji’s chest heaved as unwanted memories flooded back.

Three Great Ascension Realm Elders.

Gone.

Executed right before his eyes.

The memory was far too vivid.

Mo Tianji had stood there, paralyzed by fear.

Even when Bai Zihan was wounded and vulnerable, he hadn't possessed the courage to strike.

He felt completely worthless.

Next to Bai Zihan, what did he amount to?

A coward—not the prodigy everyone claimed he was.

"...Curse it all!"

Mo Tianji spat under his breath.

Just the thought of Bai Zihan made his heart seize with dread.

And then—

RIIIP—!

The sky above the ravine was forcibly torn asunder.

A violent spatial gap split the clouds, raw and overbearing.

Those at the Void Refinement Realm or higher felt the distortion immediately.

But something felt off.

"This isn't Demonic Qi," someone muttered.

"It's Qi."

Pure.

Aggressive.

Suffocating.

The rift expanded.

A man stepped through.

The instant he appeared, a wave of killing intent descended like a giant guillotine.

Several Demonic Cultivators collapsed to their knees instantly.

A lone voice boomed across the ravine, icy and commanding.

"Mo Zun, show yourself!"

Bai Zihan roared. "Who is seeking death?"

"How dare he address our lord so disrespectfully?"

"Wait... is that Bai Zihan?"

Initially, they assumed some fool had come to commit suicide.

Then they saw his face clearly.

The Demonic Cultivators recognized him at once.

How could they forget?

Only a day ago, Bai Zihan had been a whirlwind of destruction, reaping their lives like wheat.

Old terrors resurfaced for some—like Mo Tianji.

Others ground their teeth, thinking this was their chance for vengeance.

Bai Zihan hovered within the fractured sky, his aura locking onto the camp like a seal of execution.

Mó Zun did not emerge.

"Feilian," he whispered without breaking his gaze. "Can you feel Luo Qing's presence?"

A short silence ensued.

Then—

"No!"

The word hit like a sledgehammer.

For a brief moment, Bai Zihan was motionless.

Then the temperature plummeted.

The sky turned pitch black as if obeying his command. The air warped, groaning under an invisible weight.

His eyes narrowed, a crimson glow igniting within them.

"So that is how it's going to be..."

His grip on his weapon tightened.

The killing intent that erupted next was no longer held back.

It was absolute.

Bai Zihan hoisted his sword.

The steel hummed, vibrating fiercely as the laws of the world coalesced around the blade.

Fate itself seemed to tremble; threads of destiny snapped and tangled as an ancient, taboo intent was stirred.

"If Mo Zun refuses to appear, I will drag him out."

His cultivation aura exploded, reaching the Great Ascension Realm.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

The sword swung down.

A solitary, slender thread of light descended from the heavens.

Then—

BOOOOOOM—!!!

Reality split in two.

The ravine below was sliced open like soft fruit.

Mountains imploded, forests were vaporized, and the demonic base was consumed by total destruction.

Thousands of Demonic Cultivators lacked the time to even scream.

Those below the Spirit Severing Realm—slain instantly.

Void Refinement experts—erased from existence.

Bodies vanished before blood could splatter, their souls torn apart by the severing of fate.

Demonic Cultivators of the Immortal Realm manifested, shielding whomever they could reach.

But given the lack of warning, even they could not save everyone.

A bottomless abyss now sat where the camp once stood.

Survivors were tossed aside like shattered dolls—bleeding, their skeletons crushed, faces locked in expressions of pure horror.

Plumes of smoke and dust billowed endlessly.

A deathly silence followed.

Then—

A black haze gathered.

Demonic Qi erupted.

From the center of the ruined canyon, a figure ascended.

His eyes were like bottomless pits that devoured all light.

Mó Zun.

The supreme leader of the Demonic Cultivators finally made his entrance.

He surveyed the devastated land—the corpses, or rather, the lack of them—and gave a soft sigh.

"What a waste."

He looked up, meeting Bai Zihan’s gaze.

"So many of my followers... wiped out with one blow."

The atmosphere grew heavy as his full power manifested—ancient, oppressive, and sovereign.

"You have caused significant trouble," Mó Zun remarked, his voice low and tinged with amusement, yet laced with lethal intent.

A thin smile played on his lips.

"Tell me, little Bai..."

His eyes sparked with a cold light.

"How do you intend to settle this debt?"

Bai Zihan stared back at him.

He was a picture of absolute, frigid stillness—as if Mó Zun’s aura and power were irrelevant to him.

"Mo Zun," Bai Zihan spoke slowly, each syllable heavy with suppressed intent, "I am going to ask this only once."

The air around them vibrated.

"Where is Luo Qing?"

For a second, Mó Zun blinked in confusion.

"...Luo Qing?"

The name clearly didn't register. He frowned, searching his thoughts, then shook his head dismissively.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

The stillness surrounding Bai Zihan shattered.

His bloodlust exploded, sharp enough to cleave the sky.

"The girl," Bai Zihan said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "the one your Demonic Cultivators snatched from the Bai Clan."

Realization dawned on the leader.

Mó Zun’s mouth curved into a smirk.

"Oh."

A quiet, mocking chuckle escaped him.

"Her?"

He offered no denial.

There was no point.

Besides, he had nothing to hide.

"Keke..." Mó Zun laughed darkly. "So that's it. The Bai Clan’s unmatched young monster... charging alone into the Great Wilderness."

His eyes glimmered with sadistic delight.

"You are willing to throw your life away for a common mortal girl?"

He shook his head slowly, his laughter growing louder.

"How utterly disappointing."

Then his grin turned predatory.

"Regrettably," Mó Zun added, his voice soaked in spite, "you shall never see her again."

The statement landed like a blow.

Bai Zihan’s grip tightened so hard that blood began to drip from his palm.

The veins in his arm bulged.

His breathing turned heavy.

"Where is she?"

This time, the question lacked any composure.

It was a sovereign demand, laced with a killing intent so thick that the surviving Great Ascension Realm cultivators retreated by instinct.

Mó Zun stared him down, unfazed.

"Do you honestly believe," he said casually, "that I would give you an answer?"

The world seemed to hold its breath in the silence.

Above the ruined ravine, Bai Zihan slowly hoisted his blade once more.

His eyes glowed with a feral, crimson light like flowing blood.

"Then I will force the words from your throat!"