Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 420 Bai Zihan's Threat

A few moments earlier-

Bai Ren and Bai Tianheng pursued Bai Zihan with urgency.

Space twisted endlessly in front of them while they trailed the weakening remnants from Bai Zihan's spatial rifts.

Bai Tianheng remained right on his heels, his face shadowed, garments whipping fiercely amid the chaotic flows.

A twinge of remorse stirred within him. He shouldn't have disclosed the earlier events until after their return.

He believed his son could bear the revelation. He had even readied himself for any potential reaction.

But the outcome turned out like this.

Shortly after-

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Yet another wave of spatial disturbance spread outward.

Silhouettes appeared successively.

Grand Elders.

Every one who arrived brought tremendous might, their faces stern as soon as they detected the turbulent spatial chaos in the distance.

"Bai Ren!"

"What occurred?"

"Where is Bai Zihan?"

Upon getting the alert, they abandoned all else and hurried after him right away.

Bai Ren kept his eyes forward, refusing to glance back at the traces vanishing ahead.

"Explanations later," he snapped. "Stay right behind me!"

They obeyed without question.

While they pressed on, Bai Tianheng began recounting the full story, clarifying every detail.

The reason for their summons became clear to them.

For an instant, quiet enveloped the group.

Fury ignited among the Grand Elders.

Should any harm befall Bai Zihan, they vowed to raze every holding of the Demonic Cultivators to the ground.

Bai Ruhong sought to ease the tension.

"The Great Wilderness stretches endlessly. Even charging in without thought, the odds of crossing paths with Demonic Cultivators straight away remain very slim."

Bai Qingshan agreed with a nod.

"Exactly! He could well be tangled in battle with a Demonic Beast right now."

The logic held firm.

Rather than Bai Zihan stumbling upon Demonic Cultivators so soon, it seemed far more probable he had simply wandered astray in the Great Wilderness.

They felt confident no grave misfortune had struck Bai Zihan yet.

Bai Ren pushed his senses far and wide, immense and dominating, covering peaks, valleys, woodlands, and hidden remnants.

Though Bai Ren detected no sign of Bai Zihan himself, he tracked the spatial echoes Bai Zihan had left.

The Grand Elders mirrored his efforts.

Time ticked by in minutes.

Suddenly-

A change rippled through.

A mighty surge pulsed in the atmosphere.

It stemmed from two Immortal Realm powerhouses clashing.

Bai Ren halted abruptly.

His gaze sharpened.

"Over there."

The Grand Elders concentrated at once.

Two presences.

One fierce, piercing, instantly recognizable.

Bai Zihan!

Yet his level, expected to be Spirit Severing Realm or perhaps Great Ascension Realm at highest, had advanced to Immortal Ascension Realm.

And the second-

The instant Bai Ren felt it, his features twisted entirely.

Bai Tianheng's did the same.

Bai Ren's eyes widened in shock.

"...That presence."

Bai Tianheng held his breath.

No questions were needed.

No verification required.

Just one entity in the Great Wilderness bore such overwhelming force.

Such domineering demonic essence.

Mó Zūn.

The Demonic Cultivators' supreme leader.

Bai Ren's visage grew even grimmer.

"So that's how it is..."

Color fled from Bai Tianheng's cheeks.

"...He barreled right into his path."

The Grand Elders traded piercing glances.

The mood turned on a dime.

This transcended mere chance now.

This marked the direst scenario imaginable.

Bai Ren's energy flared up.

"Advance!"

Space cracked under their steps as the Bai Clan's top warriors disappeared together, hurtling toward the heart of the confrontation.

***

"Zihan, are you okay?"

Bai Tianheng examined his son closely.

His breaths came uneven, and his form teetered on ruin.

However, beyond the visible gashes, the deeper damages proved far graver.

Even so, Bai Zihan endured.

Grand Elders let out relieved exhales.

Thankfully, their timely arrival had saved him—though peril lingered nearby.

Additional shapes materialized.

Demonic cultivators.

One by one, forms stepped from warped voids, their energies keen and suffocating, stares brimming with murderous thirst.

Immortal Realm.

They rushed to safeguard their chief.

Terror spread over their features when their eyes fixed on Mó Zūn.

Their unassailable overlord.

Their unbreakable foundation.

There he stood-

Deprived of an arm.

Blood continuing to flow.

For a moment, silence gripped them all.

Their thoughts rejected the sight before them.

Earlier, they held back since Mó Zūn merely toyed with Bai Zihan, proving he could dispatch the Bai youth at will.

This should have been their moment to seize Bai Zihan. A prime chance to erase the prior day's shame and loss.

No one foresaw-

What began as a simple pursuit...

An ideal shot at capturing the Bai Clan's successor....

Concluding in this manner?

Their leader maimed.

Mó Zūn's face contorted.

The disbelief etched on his followers' visages only stoked his fury further.

Demonic Qi erupted wildly, pulverizing the earth underfoot as he gripped his lone arm so hard that the void bent near his knuckles.

"Stop it!" he snarled.

His command thundered forth, infused with unchallenged command.

The Demonic cultivators snapped to attention, dread overtaking their aggression.

Mó Zūn's remaining eye blazed as he glared at the Bai Clan members.

"Slaughter them."

His lethal intent burst free.

"Spare none!"

The Demonic cultivators bellowed together.

Yet-

The Bai Clan showed no fear.

Bai Ren advanced a pace.

His stare scanned the field, bypassing Mó Zūn's lost limb, ignoring the menaces.

Rather-

It settled on Bai Zihan.

Struggling to remain upright.

"End this swiftly!"

The Bai Clan Grand Elders sprang into motion.

Bai Ren strode one more step.

The atmosphere altered.

His mere aura weighed down like an immense peak, causing the demonic cultivators' cries to waver.

Next-

He extended his arm.

A deep, vibrating tone resounded as a blade materialized at his back.

As soon as it showed, the skies appeared to descend in awe.

A Saint-Grade Sword.

Its presence alone warped the fabric of reality, as though existence dreaded its edge.

The Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivators' eyes dilated.

They recognized this weapon.

Bai Ren had felled the Half-Qilin with it, a fabled creature of immense ferocity.

Bai Ren placed his palm on the grip.

Around him, the Grand Elders unleashed their powers—wave after wave of crushing force.

Qi swelled like an advancing ocean, erecting an impenetrable barrier.

This stood as no frantic defense.

It served as a proclamation.

Bai Ren's eyes roamed over the demonic cultivators, serene almost to apathy.

"Are you certain you wish to proceed?"

He inquired.

This carried the weight not of a trapped foe—but of one delivering a caution. "Here's a proposal," Bai Ren went on. "We'll take our path. You'll take yours."

Hush descended!

Open dismissal.

Superior numbers held no sway.

No soul dismissed it as empty posturing.

Everyone knew the Bai Clan mastered a fearsome Sword Art, potent enough to slay even a Half-Qilin.

They had seen a mere youth from the Bai Clan cleave off their leader's arm using it.

They could perhaps eliminate the Bai Clan's Grand Elders, but the toll would be staggering.

And the vanguard would surely perish first.

Who among them would step up to fall?

Not a single one ventured to spearhead the assault.

Mó Zūn at last lifted his sole hand.

"Cease!"

His tone rasped—yet steady.

He drew in a measured breath, quelling the turbulent Demonic Qi inside.

The Demonic Cultivators had endured heavy setbacks against the Bai Clan. Such encounters had instilled a deep-seated dread.

Even the most savage, unhinged fiends would hesitate before charging at the Bai Clan.

His stare fixed on Bai Ren and the other Grand Elders.

Then drifted-

To Bai Zihan.

Hardly aware.

But persisting.

Should they battle to the finish, Mó Zūn understood the casualties would mount high.

And Bai Zihan might slip away in the turmoil.

(No point in such devastation. The Bai Clan faces its doom in time.)

"Allow them to depart!"

The order needed no repetition.

Both the Bai Clan's Grand Elders and the Demonic Cultivators felt a wave of ease at those words.

Yet Bai Ren and his allies refrained from total trust in the declaration.

After all, this presented a prime chance to wipe them out, and they puzzled over why Mó Zūn would forgo it.

They trusted their prowess, of course, but Bai Ren sensed deeper motives at play.

Only after the tension fully lifted and the Demonic Cultivators withdrew did Bai Ren signal.

"Withdraw!"

A rift split the void.

Right as they faded from sight-

A faint, rasping tone pierced the air.

"Mó... Zūn... you'll come to rue this."

Bai Zihan raised his head laboriously, crimson dripping from his mouth. His gaze dulled—yet seethed with loathing.

"Three years."

Every syllable dripped with iron determination.

"You and every Demonic Cultivator..."

"I shall end you all!"

Bai Zihan teetered, his frame scarcely intact, crimson staining his attire, his energy fractured and wild.

Any typical cultivator so broken would ring hollow—

mad, frantic, wretched.

But laughter stayed absent.

Not from Bai Ren.

Not from the Grand Elders.

And least of all from Mó Zūn.

Mó Zūn pivoted.

"Hmph! Bold claim! Endure first, whelp!"

The void sealed shut.

Their base materialized amid a swirl of bent space.

Bai Tianheng and the Grand Elders stepped out ahead, swiftly encircling Bai Zihan.

A shape dashed up.

"Father!"

Bai Xueqing's call echoed.

She halted abruptly.

Her eyes dropped to Bai Zihan.

Drenched in blood. Scarcely on his feet.

His look brimmed with rage and remorse.

Her features hardened.

She anticipated his swift retrieval before straying far from camp.

Not his return in this state.

Whatever ordeal he endured—

It screamed of a near brush with oblivion.

"Xueqing," Bai Tianheng urged. "Fetch the healer!"

She whirled without delay.

"On my way!"