Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 477 Vanished in the Chaos
Previously on Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!...
The Earth Immortal Ancestor gripped his chopped-off shoulder, with blood flowing freely down his ripped sleeve.
His qi rushed out in a frantic bid to close the injury, yet that very act demanded great strain—the lingering intent of the Saint-Grade Sword within the wound blocked any healing. Tremors shook his pupils.
Continue?
How was continuation even possible?
At his back, the remaining three Immortals appeared ashen-faced, their auras wavering unsteadily. Their Heaven-grade artifacts—items forged meticulously across centuries—now lay broken into pieces scattered over the courtyard, resembling worthless junk. Just one clash.
That single encounter had sufficed.
They hadn't succeeded in holding him back in the slightest.
The Earth Immortal's breaths came more labored.
In the beginning, though they couldn't overcome Bai Ren, they were certain of at least postponing him.
Four Immortals versus one—even armed with a Saint-Grade Weapon—ought to have secured some time.
Time enough for allies to handle the rest of the Bai Clan members.
Yet cruel reality had shattered that hope without mercy.
Delaying him? Impossible.
Pressuring him? Not at all.
Forcing even one earnest move from him? They couldn't.
He had passed through their assaults like wandering amid drifting blossoms.
Bai Ren hadn't employed the mighty technique that felled the Half-Qilin; instead, it was his offhand strikes that brought defeat.
Furthermore, the broader battlefield offered no brighter prospects.
Bai Clan troops pressed forward relentlessly.
Despite the Azure Sun Sect's advantage in numbers—disciples swarming the heavens in waves of golden attire—they faced ruthless annihilation. The truth stood evident.
Defeat loomed for them, without any hint of triumph.
The Earth Immortal Ancestor gritted his teeth tightly.
Misjudgment had plagued them right from the start.
They had undervalued not merely Bai Zihan—
But the whole Bai Clan.
Should they press on—
In the best case, a minor wound to Bai Ren before their demise.
In the worst—
Total annihilation here, unable to graze even a strand of his hair.
And the Azure Sun Sect would forfeit its very core.
Lacking Immortals—
What remained of a Top Sect?
Nil!
A mere corpse ripe for carving up.
Pride roared against it within him.
Surrender?
Bowing to the Bai Clan?
Impossible!
Still—
His eyes fell once more on the severed arm.
On the ruined artifacts.
Should they fight further, the sect's end would be absolute.
Bai Ren's prior words resounded in his thoughts.
"For attempting to seize our heir, your Sect shall face ruin."
No boastfulness there. Pure certainty.
The Earth Immortal Ancestor let out a slow breath.
The fury in his gaze faded.
He dipped his head a fraction.
"We..."
The term felt like bitter dust.
He pushed it forth.
"We surrender!"
The battlefield halted as if ensnared in ice.
The other three Immortals gazed at him in stunned silence; yet none voiced opposition.
Indeed, pride they possessed, but against the towering presence of Bai Ren, it signified naught.
His declaration boomed over the field, empowered by qi.
"All Azure Sun Sect disciples—halt all combat now!"
He pressed on,
"We have lost!"
The admission reverberated through the peaks.
Certain disciples hesitated in their swings.
Others stood petrified in dread.
Yet upon beholding their Immortal Ancestors—blood-soaked, vanquished, arms broken—
Any will to fight dissolved.
Gradually—
Figures in golden robes dropped their arms.
The fiery arrays overhead wavered.
Then faded.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Blades clattered onto the rocky floor.
Quietude supplanted the turmoil.
Bai Clan warriors paused, maintaining vigilance.
Bai Ren observed the Earth Immortal Ancestor with composure.
"You yield? This swiftly?"
Disappointment colored Bai Ren's tone more than satisfaction at their prompt capitulation.
The Earth Immortal inclined his head rigidly.
"We recognize our loss."
His words carried weight.
"Whatever conditions the Bai Clan demands, we shall endure."
A gentle breeze stirred in the courtyard.
Bai Ren regarded him a beat longer.
Then—
He pulled back the Saint-Grade Sword a touch.
The heavy murderous aura softened, though its force persisted.
"The wise decision was made."
From behind, Bai Ruhong uttered his first words since the conflict ignited.
"Had you persisted," he remarked evenly, "no trace of the Azure Sun Sect would remain come dusk."
No scorn laced the remark.
No warning.
Simply reality.
The Earth Immortal Ancestor's frame slumped a bit.
He accepted it wholly.
Bai Ren directed his sight to Bai Zihan.
"Zihan," he stated serenely, "what course do you desire?"
Bai Zihan held back his response at first.
Like a ruler delivering verdict, his jaw tightened.
"Only one reason fits."
Bai Ren's gaze sharpened.
"Be precise."
"Our sect holds a Heaven-Grade artifact."
Subtle changes crossed the Bai Clan elders' faces.
A Heaven-Grade artifact proved common for a Top Sect.
However, his delivery—
Signaled it as far from commonplace.
"Known as the Void-Obscuring Mantle," the Earth Immortal rasped on.
"Crafted purely for hiding."
Bai Ruhong's forehead creased. "Hiding?"
The Immortal affirmed with a nod.
"It wipes out one's existence entirely."
He gulped.
"Qi waves and all aura ties. Not even an Immortal's spiritual sense could sense the bearer once engaged."
A subtle stir ran through the Bai Clan lines. Treasures of this caliber were exceedingly scarce and invaluable.
At present, Wen Haoyu had employed it for flight—but imagine its use in slaying?
An assassin with it would never botch a task?
Indeed, with defenses lax, even a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator could fell Immortals.
Bai Zihan's look grew shadowed subtly.
"Thus, Wen Haoyu deployed it to flee."
The Earth Immortal bowed his head.
"That appears probable."
He responded, lacking full assurance.
For the Sect Leader to desert all and bolt alone—he refused to view Wen Haoyu that way.
"Likely triggered amid the disorder... while focus lay on our duel with Elder Bai Ren."
Bai Ren's presence chilled faintly.
"So your Sect Leader escaped prior to his Ancestors' yielding?"
The query hung soft.
But cut deeper than steel.
The surviving three Immortals shut their eyes momentarily.
Shame seared fiercer than injuries.
After all, Wen Haoyu must have deemed his Ancestors doomed. Else, why act?
Thus, faith in them from Wen Haoyu was absent.
"Yes!"
The Earth Immortal wrenched it free.
"He probably deemed that post-defeat certainty, escape would prove unattainable later."
Bai Ruhong's tone froze.
"Hence, he bolted."
"Hmph! Coward!"
Defense eluded even them.
Bai Zihan remained mute. Thoughts raced in his mind.
A Heaven-Grade artifact granting total presence erasure.
He raised his eyes marginally.
"Its duration?"
"Maximum three days," the Earth Immortal answered promptly. "Beyond, the hiding power fades."
Bai Ren's eyes tightened.
"Three days of flawless hiding suffices amply for his stature."
The Earth Immortal offered no rebuttal.
In three days, Wen Haoyu might traverse multiple domains. Given his power, fleeing to another Empire wasn't out of reach. Capturing such a figure then proved no simple feat.
Bai Zihan's features stayed even.
Bai Ren glanced at Bai Zihan.
"Should I rip space and give chase?"
Calm infused his voice.
Yet lethal resolve simmered below.
Were Bai Ren to hunt personally with the Saint-Grade Sword—
Three days' hiding might not ensure escape.
Bai Zihan pondered in quiet for moments.
The breeze swept the devastated courtyard.
The yielded disciples crouched in lines.
Azure Sun Sect's destiny lay wholly with the Bai Clan now.
At length—
Bai Zihan declared.
"No!"
Bai Ren arched a brow faintly. He hadn't figured Bai Zihan merciful enough to spare an attempted killer.
Bai Zihan's tone held firm.
"Allow his flight."
He added steadily,
"A Sect Leader bereft of his Sect—what threat remains? Survival changes nothing for him."
His sight drifted toward the bowed Immortals. "Their mightiest are already ours. No point in the hassle of tracking one like him."