Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 419 Bai Zihan Vs Mó Zun!

Whoosh!

Bai Zihan moved without a shred of hesitation.

One moment, he was a statue above the ravine—motionless, frigid, sword held high.

The next—

He was gone.

The distance separating him from Mó Zün vanished as if space itself had folded. A single stride bridged kilometers of terrain.

His blade ignited with light.

This strike surpassed his previous attempts in speed, lethality, and intent.

Mó Zün merely raised a solitary finger.

Clang!

The impact produced a soft, almost indifferent sound.

Yet the weight of it hit Bai Zihan immediately.

His Eternal Spirit Sword, saturated with Sword Intent, was halted in its tracks by a single finger shrouded in Demonic Qi.

Bai Zihan’s pupils constricted.

Before he could process the failure—

Boom!

A violent shockwave exploded outward.

Bai Zihan was hurled backward like a falling star, his body cutting through the air until he slammed into a distant peak. The mountain’s summit shattered upon impact.

Boulders and dust rained down for miles.

Coughing up thick blood, Bai Zihan struggled to stand amidst the ruins. His bones were screaming in protest, and his Meridians felt as if they were on fire. Nevertheless, his gaze remained fixed on his enemy.

Mó Zün stood in his original position, completely unperturbed. He examined his finger briefly before flicking it, as if clearing away a speck of grime.

"Is that all?" Mó Zün inquired with chilling composure.

With a defiant roar, Bai Zihan charged once more. Qi erupted from his frame as his Cultivation surged at its absolute limit. He rained down a barrage of strikes—sword light carved through the heavens, and the Earth trembled beneath the force. Every slash held enough power to slay experts of the Great Ascension Realm.

Yet every blow met the same fate.

Blocked.

Mó Zün did not even retreat. He advanced with a leisurely pace, walking through the storm of attacks as if he were merely passing through a light fog.

Suddenly—

He appeared directly in front of Bai Zihan.

Bai Zihan barely managed to bring his sword up in defense before Mó Zün’s palm connected with his chest. There was no complex technique involved—just a simple strike.

Crack!

The sound resonated like a thunderclap. Bai Zihan felt his ribs splinter and his internal organs rupture. His body collapsed inward as he was driven into the dirt, the ground giving way to form a massive crater.

Spitting blood, his vision began to fail him. He tried to push himself up, but a foot slammed down onto his chest. The pressure was immense, as if the weight of the entire world was concentrated on his sternum. His bones creaked under the strain, and his breath died in his throat.

Mó Zün peered down at him.

"Just how resilient is your body? This doesn’t seem like a Body Refinement Technique from the Bai Clan."

Mó Zün felt a flicker of genuine curiosity. Under normal circumstances, Bai Zihan should have been a corpse by now. Even without using his full strength, that blow should have been fatal to several Great Ascension Realm experts. And yet, the boy lived.

"I cannot allow you to survive!" Mó Zün declared.

The realization of the threat Bai Zihan posed settled in—he couldn't fathom the monster this youth would become if left to grow. Initially, he had been cautious, searching for a hidden trap. He assumed the Bai Clan would never permit a talent like Bai Zihan to wander here alone. However, with no one else in sight, it appeared Bai Zihan had truly lost his mind and acted solo. Mó Zün decided to finish this before reinforcements could arrive.

Bai Zihan’s world was turning dark, and blood began to leak from the corners of his eyes. His physical form had reached its breaking point.

Mó Zün stepped forward again, but this time, the casualness was gone. The Demonic Qi surrounding him condensed, transforming from a mist into a heavy, suffocating physical force. The earth fractured with every step he took. His eyes, cold and pitiless, were locked onto his prey.

Bai Zihan felt his chest being crushed. His Meridians were tearing apart. Within his sea of consciousness, the sharp, enraged voice of Immortal Emperor Feilian echoed.

"I warned you, victory is impossible!"

Bai Zihan gave no answer.

"Tch! I have no choice!"

Her aura suddenly exploded. A deluge of immortal qi flooded into Bai Zihan’s body like a breaking dam. His Cultivation began to climb at an impossible rate. In the span of a single breath, Bai Zihan crossed the threshold into the Immortal Realm.

The heavens roared in response, and lightning tore through the sky. A brilliant immortal light radiated from his body, forcing Mó Zün to squint against the glare.

Feilian’s voice returned, now strained and desperate. "I can't maintain this for long! Ten seconds! You only have ten seconds!" she barked. "Run—now!"

Bai Zihan stood up slowly. The crushing pressure had vanished, and the foot was no longer on his chest. Even as Mó Zün approached, the Demon Lord did not falter despite the sudden surge in his opponent's power. If anything, his murderous intent only sharpened.

The Demonic Qi around him became a razor-edged force that seemed to grind the air itself into nothingness. "Killing you..." Mó Zün murmured with an indifferent tone, "...feels like a waste."

Still, he did not slow down. His intent was absolute. He had intended to execute Bai Zihan from the start, and that resolve remained unshaken. The Immortal Realm aura didn't cause him to hesitate; it only proved that this threat had to be extinguished immediately. As demonic laws swirled around him, Mó Zün prepared to end it.

Bai Zihan did not turn to flee. Instead, his bloodlust surged, becoming even more violent than before.

Feilian was stunned. "What are you doing? I told you to escape!" she screamed.

Bai Zihan’s eyes glowed with a mixture of crimson light and immortal radiance. "No," he whispered.

Mó Zün tilted his head, intrigued by the boy's refusal to run. Bai Zihan tightened his grip on his hilt. Immortal qi and Fate-Severing intent began to coil together in a violent, unnatural fusion.

Mó Zün raised his hand as tyrannical demonic laws gathered. He sought to erase Bai Zihan from existence entirely. He closed the gap.

Five steps. Four. Three.

Bai Zihan swung his sword. Mó Zün felt a flash of internal scorn. A Fate-Severing Slash? He had already survived the version used by Bai Chu. A junior's imitation—even bolstered by the Immortal Realm—was beneath his concern.

Bai Zihan’s gaze locked onto him. The world fell into a dead silence.

"Fate-Severing Slash!"

The blade fell. Space fractured, and it felt as though reality itself was being wiped clean. Mó Zün’s pupils surged with terror.

(This isn't weak!)

It was too late. While Bai Zihan’s Cultivation hadn't reached the Earth Immortal Realm, his attack was not inferior to Bai Chu’s. Though Bai Chu had higher cultivation, Bai Zihan had reached Greater Mastery of the technique. Combined with his Intermediate Sword Intent—compared to Bai Chu's basic level—this Fate-Severing Slash was equal to, if not stronger than, the one he had faced before.

Mó Zün realized the danger the moment the strike descended. He couldn't block it perfectly in time. Sacrificing his defense for his life, he twisted his body violently to the side. But he couldn't escape the range entirely.

SLASH—!

A path of total annihilation tore through his position. The Demonic Qi protecting him shattered like glass. For a heartbeat, time stood still. Then, blood erupted.

"ARGH!"

Mó Zün’s left arm was severed at the shoulder, erased so utterly that his Demonic Qi couldn't even begin to regrow it. The limb disintegrated before it could hit the dirt.

Silence reigned. Mó Zün stumbled back, his face a mask of raw, unmistakable shock. Then, a wave of pure, unbridled fury took over. The sky turned black as his Demonic Qi erupted like a storm, further leveling the ravine.

"You—!!!" Mó Zün’s voice shook with murderous rage. He turned his gaze toward Bai Zihan, his intent to kill boiling over. "You are dead!"

Bai Zihan swayed on his feet. The moment the strike ended, the immortal glow vanished. Feilian’s presence disappeared, and his Cultivation plummeted. Qi leaked from him like water from a broken jar. He nearly fell from the sky, coughing up blood as his limbs shook and his Meridians screamed in pain. He was spent.

Suddenly—

RIIIP—!

The fabric of space behind him was violently torn asunder. A massive rift opened in the sky.

"Zihan'er!" a thunderous voice boomed with panicked intensity.

Bai Ren was the first to step through, his aura exploding the moment he saw Bai Zihan’s battered state. Following him were several Grand Elders, their faces twisted in grim fury. Finally, Bai Tianheng emerged. Seeing his son pale and covered in blood, his expression turned terrifyingly cold.

"Zihan..." He tightened his fists.

The Bai Clan experts moved instantly, forming a protective circle around the youth and catching him before he could collapse. For a second, there was only silence. Then, their eyes turned toward the enemy.

Toward Mó Zün.

They froze. The silence grew even heavier. Mó Zün stood in the center of the destruction, his Demonic Qi raging, but his left arm was gone. It was a clean, absolute severing. Blood poured from the wound, refusing to heal.

Bai Ren’s eyes widened in disbelief. Bai Tianheng’s pupils shrank.

"...Zihan cut him?"

The realization hit like a lightning strike. The sovereign of the Demonic Cultivators, a nightmare that had haunted generations, had been maimed by Bai Zihan.

The atmosphere became suffocating. Mó Zün straightened his back, his remaining hand clenched as he stared at the arrivals with eyes full of hatred. "So," he spat, his Demonic Qi rolling like a tempest, "the Bai Clan has finally shown up."

He glanced at the semi-conscious Bai Zihan behind the wall of elders. A cruel, vicious grin spread across his face. "Good. Not a single one of you will leave this place alive!"