Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 505 You can't catch me

Bai Zihan didn't glance at Chong Sheng at all.

His eyes shifted down a touch to his own hand.

His face stayed serene, nearly pensive.

Within his body—

The circulation of Qi became vividly apparent to him.

That Demonic Qi which had slammed into him just before hadn't fully burst out.

Almost half got pulled straight into him upon contact.

Transformed, purified, and taken in.

(About fifty percent...)

Bai Zihan assessed the outcome coolly.

The Primordial Chaos Body had turned half the Demonic Qi directly into pure Qi.

The other half had crashed right into his frame.

But—

It achieved precisely zilch.

Chong Sheng's technique's power was dispersed over a vast region after all.

Its devastation got watered down.

Then his body absorbed half of whatever was left.

The scraps that lingered were way too feeble to damage him.

Compared to the first stage Primordial Chaos Body's defenses, the strike was hardly notable.

The shockwave barely registered.

Bai Zihan gradually curled his fingers.

At last, he lifted his sight.

Those steady eyes settled on Chong Sheng.

At the same time—

Chong Sheng froze right there.

Shock still lingered in his gaze.

The sight unfolding defied all logic.

His strike had connected squarely.

He'd watched it detonate right on Bai Zihan.

Yet for some reason—

The figure ahead seemed utterly untouched.

Chong Sheng gawked at the spectacle, his pupils quivering faintly.

The smug assurance on his features fractured.

"How...?"

His tone emerged soft initially, laced with disbelief.

Then it sharpened.

"How did you do this?!"

Just enduring the blow wouldn't have stunned him so deeply.

He knew full well a figure like Bai Zihan commanded vast riches.

Defensive treasures, shielding talismans, secret items—someone of his rank could tote multiple lifesavers effortlessly.

One-shotting him was never really Chong Sheng's goal anyway.

Still though—

The hit ought to have wounded him badly.

Even if Bai Zihan fended off most via some mighty relic, leftover force should've gotten through.

At minimum—

Some wound should've shown.

But the guy before him now bore zero marks.

No rips in his robes.

Not a hint of spiritual ripples from activating a guard treasure.

As though—

His assault never grazed Bai Zihan whatsoever.

Despite millennia of know-how from his past as a Supreme Immortal—

Chong Sheng couldn't keep his composure.

His gaze tightened fiercely while fixing on Bai Zihan, hunting for any hint.

Yet Bai Zihan merely met his stare.

That subtle, taunting grin lingered on his mouth.

Like the whole affair entertained him greatly.

Bai Zihan idly swept dust off his shoulder, motions unhurried and lax.

Only then did his gaze rise to Chong Sheng.

"Was that your best move?"

His voice rang casual.

Bordering on teasing.

"If so..."

A touch of letdown crossed his features.

"Then I'm very disappointed."

Those words hit fiercer than any strike.

Chong Sheng's face soured instantly.

The rage he'd just reined in boiled up anew.

This punk—

Even still—

Dared to belittle him.

The nearby guards sensed the atmosphere thicken once more as Chong Sheng's Demonic Qi stirred.

But abruptly—

Chong Sheng chuckled.

A icy, derisive chortle.

"Hah... so what?"

He drew himself up gradually, the astonishment in his eyes dimming as assurance flooded back.

"So what if you blocked that attack?"

His stare intensified.

"It doesn't change anything."

Chong Sheng folded his arms, eyeing Bai Zihan with his own cocky smirk.

"You think that makes you stronger than me?"

His mouth twisted faintly. "Don't misunderstand the situation. At most, this just means we can't do

anything to each other."

His words brimmed with total conviction.

"You can't defeat me."

"And I can't defeat you."

He halted briefly before adding.

"But if this turns into a battle of endurance... I guarantee you will be the one to

lose."

Chong Sheng held unshakable faith in a pair of strengths.

His swiftness.

And his frame.

After forging his present form via Demonic arts and hardening it with endless rare materials, his physique had soared to freakish heights.

Paired with his evasion skills—

Snagging him proved near impossible.

Even should Bai Zihan outpace his guesses...

No issue.

Provided no fatal hit landed—

The fight's outcome stayed fixed.

Chong Sheng regarded Bai Zihan with icy intent.

His eyes slitted a fraction.

"So tell me, Bai Zihan... how exactly do you plan to defeat me?"

"Oh?"

A sly grin tugged at Bai Zihan's lips.

"Looks like you're very confident."

His look held steady while appraising Chong Sheng, like inspecting a curiosity.

"Let's see whether it's confidence..."

A chill glint crept into his gaze.

"Or just an ignorant man's arrogance."

Those words dropped—

Bai Zihan surged into motion.

A piercing chime abruptly rang across the field of battle.

Shing!

A blade materialized in his grasp.

The instant the sword emerged— The ambient air quivered faintly.

Heaven and earth's spiritual Qi responded on reflex.

All onlookers gaped wide, Chong Sheng most of all.

(That!)

His pupils contracted sharply.

Even drawing on his old Supreme Immortal wisdom, he couldn't pinpoint the sword's exact rank right away.

On initial view—

It resembled a High-Level Heaven Grade Artifact.

But an off vibe emanated.

Its emitted presence ran profoundly deep.

Like the blade willfully restrained itself, or maybe bore seals from prior harm curbing its might.

Still, the rest lacked Chong Sheng's discernment.

For them—

Merely a Heaven Grade gem.

And that sufficed to stun.

High-Level Heaven Grade artifacts ranked as myths in the Falling Star Empire.

No such items surfaced there in over a millennium.

Not even the Imperial Treasure boasted one.

Yet Bai Zihan whipped one out nonchalantly.

Before shock ebbed—

Bai Zihan advanced.

His silhouette hazed.

The Eternal Spirit Sword carved a keen curve through the sky as it slashed at Chong Sheng.

Chong Sheng reacted in a flash.

His form winked.

Whoosh!

He melted into a shadowy streak and disappeared.

His movements shed mortal heft, flowing like elusive shade, repositioning instantly.

From Chong Sheng's angle— Bai Zihan had zero shot at tagging him.

Even mightier foes from his prior existence struggled to follow this move.

A triumphant smirk spread across his face.

Except the instant after—

Bai Zihan's blade plunged to Chong Sheng's prior spot.

Boom!

The Eternal Spirit Sword smashed the terrain.

The soil ruptured at once.

A huge fissure ripped through the battleground as sword Qi blasted out like a savage surge.

Earth crumbled.

Stones and rubble blasted skyward.

And amid the torn ground—

A shadow writhed abruptly.

Chong Sheng's shape got yanked into view.

His eyes bulged a tad.

But panic evaded Chong Sheng.

His frame winked anew.

Whoosh!

He blinked away again, rematerializing elsewhere on the field.

His guffaws resounded over the wrecked grounds.

"Hahaha!"

His tone dripped scorn.

"Useless!"

His silhouette kept phasing site to site like a specter.

"You think waving around a Heaven Grade sword changes anything?"

He perched atop a crumbled barrier, peering down at Bai Zihan with haughty glee.

"You can't hit me."

His form winked repeatedly.

Over and over.

Every shift trailed a vanishing echo-image.

"To defeat me..."

His words boomed from every side simultaneously.

"You would first need to catch me." Chong Sheng's laughs swelled.

"But that is something you will never be able to do."