Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 475 Wen Haoyu Panics

In Bai Zihan's presence, a Void Refinement Realm Elder amounted to nothing but a feeble opponent.

Bai Zihan grasped their scheme without having to deliberate at all.

He promptly directed one of the Bai Clan's Elders to watch over the youngsters and safeguard them.

Regarding his own safety, there was no cause for concern.

"Hah! Bai Zihan, die!"

The First Elder dramatized the moment to the fullest extent.

Yet, instead of focusing on the strike, his thoughts dwelled on a getaway plan post-assault.

He was aware that the Bai Clan would pursue him relentlessly afterward.

Thus, for survival, he merely had to draw their focus, and at the right instant, prioritize fleeing over slaying Bai Zihan.

Alternatively, if feasible, seize Bai Zihan to blackmail the Bai Clan.

Whoosh!

It wasn't long before he closed in on Bai Zihan, within arm's reach.

(Huh? This seems remarkably straightforward!)

The notion crossed his mind.

Observing Bai Zihan's apparent vulnerability and lack of visible allies, his thoughts whirled.

This presented a chance!

A chance to apprehend Bai Zihan.

Not just ensuring his protection, but he believed it would elevate him to hero status in the Azure Sun Holy Sect.

Conserving his strength, he shifted his efforts entirely to seizing Bai Zihan.

His grin broadened—and prior to it fading—

Slash!

Bai Zihan wielded his sword, severing the Elder's form into two pieces.

With his momentum carrying him straight at Bai Zihan, evasion or any response was impossible against someone whose velocity vastly surpassed his own.

The corpse split into two neat sections.

Blood erupted in a curving spray, dyeing the stone pavement a deep crimson.

For an instant—

Silence!

Even amid the turmoil of colliding techniques and bursting qi, that lone slash hushed the whole courtyard.

The Void Refinement Elder perished without comprehending his fate.

His eyes stayed wide as his torso separated from his legs. A smile lingered on his face.

He had believed triumph was imminent.

Yet—

He had stepped right into doom.

Bai Zihan casually sheathed his sword.

Across the fray—

Wen Haoyu sensed it distinctly.

Bai Zihan had channeled qi.

His pupils contracted sharply.

For a fleeting moment, his mind denied the sight his eyes reported.

"Y-you...!"

His voice quivered.

"You... you are not crippled!"

The declaration ripped from his throat.

It stemmed not from inquisitiveness, but from terror.

The sort that slithered up the back and gripped the chest.

For he recalled.

He recalled the conflict with the Demonic Forces.

He recalled witnessing Bai Zihan mow down Demonic Beasts as if harvesting weeds.

He recalled him traversing fields strewn with fallen Demonic Cultivators, his face impassive.

And those foes were formidable—on par with his own power.

If this was the Bai Zihan of old standing there—

Then formations held no value.

Superior numbers signified nothing.

No cultivator below the Immortal Realm could withstand him.

Nearby, multiple Azure Sun elders had witnessed it too.

Color fled from their visages.

"He employed qi, didn't he? Weren't his meridians supposedly ruined?"

"He... wasn't crippled after all?"

"That implies—"

The idea required no elaboration.

If he matched the former Bai Zihan—

The outcome was inevitable.

Massacre!

Wen Haoyu stumbled back yet another half pace.

His thoughts churned.

Impossible!

The notion of Bai Zihan's crippling wasn't mere gossip; it was a verified certainty circulated within the Li-Zhao Alliance.

Though the verification method escaped him, they were convinced Bai Zihan's meridians lay in ruins.

That conviction emboldened him to taunt Bai Zihan.

But now—

Reality confronted him.

"You... you misled the whole Empire..."

His tone rasped.

Bai Zihan at last turned his gaze upon him.

His look remained detached.

"I never claimed to be crippled."

It had become common belief—something others assumed, which he neither affirmed nor refuted outright.

Several Azure Sun disciples reflexively stepped back.

The dynamics of the battlefield altered once more.

Up to this point, they had assumed the so-called crippled Young Master of the Bai Clan posed no threat.

That capturing him might reverse their fortunes.

But now?

Gulp!

An elder at the boundary swallowed audibly.

"This... this fight can't be won..."

Another eyed the formation's border and the way out.

His gaze wavered.

Escape!

The idea surfaced in numerous thoughts at once.

Should they stay—

Death awaited.

The Bai Clan already dominated them.

And now Bai Zihan had shown his full restoration.

This wasn't combat.

This was annihilation.

Fear propagated swifter than flames.

It sapped vigor from actions.

It disrupted arrays.

The Azure Sun disciples' assaults grew disjointed.

Palm techniques wavered.

Sword blows lost their edge.

In truth, wasn't it all futile anyway?

They realized victory over Bai Zihan was unattainable. Fleeing to preserve their lives was the sole option.

Meanwhile—

The Bai Clan maintained their rhythm.

They pressed forward relentlessly.

Wen Haoyu perceived it.

The turning point.

Should this persist—

Their Sect's total downfall loomed near.

He gripped his fists until nails drew blood from his skin.

No!

He rejected this reality. The formation remained at his command.

His Ancestors were en route.

He still—

His musings ceased.

For Bai Zihan had started advancing.

One step at a time.

Towards him.

Each footfall resounded unusually across the yard.

Azure Sun disciples automatically cleared his route.

None obstructed him.

None had the courage.

Bai Zihan halted some tens of meters from Wen Haoyu.

"Before I start thrashing you, I've got a query," Bai Zihan stated.

???

Wen Haoyu found the unforeseen development startling. Bai Zihan pressed on without awaiting consent.

"Did you command the Yun Mo Kou Sky Pirate's Leader to assault me?"

Bai Zihan inquired.

Wen Haoyu's eyes bulged at the query.

(So that's the reason!)

Comprehension dawned on why Bai Zihan selected this moment to storm the Azure Sun Holy Sect.

""

Silence prevailed.

"Well, it doesn't matter—"

Bai Zihan hadn't completed his words when—

"Indeed, I did!"

Wen Haoyu affirmed.

"Oh! I didn't expect you'd admit it so readily," Bai Zihan remarked, genuinely taken aback.

Given his prior encounters, he anticipated Wen Haoyu would resist until battered into confession.

Yet surprisingly, Wen Haoyu confessed immediately.

"Haha... Yes, I instructed him to eliminate you. So what?"

Wen Haoyu proclaimed defiantly, as though Bai Zihan's knowledge changed nothing.

Indeed, relative to their concealed enigma, this revelation posed lesser risk.

Furthermore, necessity had driven his action.

"Since you acknowledge it without hesitation, care to share the motive?"

Bai Zihan queried offhandedly.

"Hmph! Naturally, it was due to Jin Yuanzhan accompanying you, endangering our hidden truth. As anticipated from that betrayer—we ought to have slain him. My choice was wise." Wen Haoyu replied, shooting a glare at Jin Yuanzhan. "Earlier, it proved challenging, but learning of your crippling should have simplified it. Who could've foreseen you'd fool the world!"

Wen Haoyu appeared crestfallen, yet his response didn't smack of dread.

Then a smile crept over him, as if fortunes were shifting his way. "Haha... Bai Zihan, you ought to have struck me down promptly rather than dawdling."

Boom!

Four silhouettes materialized ahead of Wen Haoyu, each radiating Immortal Realm aura.

"Now you've squandered your sole chance!"