Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 512 Chong Sheng's Last Stand

Chong Sheng narrowed his eyes.

Just one path remained ahead.

Eliminate Bai Zihan!

The instant Bai Zihan entered his attack range—

He lunged forward.

Boom!

His aura exploded fiercely.

Black, churning qi burst from his form like a furious tempest, ripping apart the warped atmosphere.

"Die!"

Chong Sheng bellowed while charging.

Shadows nearby writhed savagely.

In a flash—

They gathered tightly.

A shadowy crescent scythe materialized in his hand, its edge shimmering like a vital darkness.

It radiated a bone-chilling presence, seeming able to cleave flesh and spirit alike.

No delay—

He slashed downward at Bai Zihan.

Slash!

The shadow scythe ripped through the sky, trailing warped blackness as it aimed for Bai Zihan's torso.

However—

Bai Zihan stayed composed.

His Eternal Spirit Sword lifted upward.

Clang! Clang!

The clashing powers erupted wildly.

Spiritual energy sparks flew everywhere while the shadow scythe got repelled directly.

A piercing metallic clang resounded across the field.

Chong Sheng's face contorted.

Bai Zihan held firm, without retreating an inch.

(That insane power...)

Yet right then, resolve gleamed in his gaze.

"Looks like I have to go all out!"

No pause—

He bit his tongue hard.

Pfft!

Blood spurted forth.

His fingers flew through hand seals.

The blood didn't drop—

It ignited instead.

"Blood Fiend Ascension!"

Boom!!!

A ferocious energy blast erupted from Chong Sheng's frame.

His presence soared upward.

Veins protruded over his flesh as his qi rampaged fiercely, devouring his vital essence.

His cultivation—

Was compelled higher.

From early Void Refinement—

To mid, peak, and then pinnacle.

Grazing the Great Ascension Realm's edge.

The atmosphere quaked.

The scarred earth split wider from the immense force.

Bai Zihan's eyes narrowed a bit.

"Oh?"

A spark of curiosity emerged.

As expected from a Heaven Chosen. Owning a method to boost one's power was practically standard.

It proved invaluable against foes normally too strong.

Countering such a skill was straightforward.

Bai Zihan just had to outlast its duration, leaving Chong Sheng wide open.

Regarding flight—

Chong Sheng had no chance.

Thanks to the System's aid, Bai Zihan could hunt him anywhere.

No reason to dodge battle though.

If Chong Sheng held greater might, maybe.

Chong Sheng's breaths grew labored.

His complexion whitened faintly.

Triggering this art drained vast quantities of his blood essence and qi.

Yet no alternative existed.

(This won't endure long.)

He understood perfectly.

Given his drained qi stores, this form would hold mere minutes at best.

In that span, he must slay Bai Zihan—or at least hinder pursuit.

"Let's see how you handle me now!"

His silhouette blurred.

Whoosh!

He streaked ahead like dark thunder.

This round—

Swifter, mightier, far fiercer.

His shadow scythe cleaved the air, bearing crushing force that warped its path.

Bai Zihan's stare intensified.

He lifted his sword once more—Boom!!!

Yet another clash.

Far more intense prior.

The terrain under Bai Zihan fractured lightly now.

The impact had surged dramatically.

Clang! Clang!

Shadow scythe and blade met repeatedly.

Every blow unleashed savage shockwaves, shredding the devastated soil.

Chong Sheng's aura climbed further.

Fiercer, quicker, wilder.

Still—

Bai Zihan stayed unchanged.

Steadfast.

Unwavering.

His sword ascended and descended with fluid accuracy, motions plain, sharp, flawless.

And still—

Every assault from Chong Sheng was halted.

Chong Sheng's eyes widened marginally.

(This...!)

A wrongness gnawed at him.

At his boosted power—

He ought to dominate Bai Zihan. Even against Great Ascension, he believed possible.

But reality—

No major shift occurred despite Blood Fiend Ascension's forced cultivation surge.

A keen spark lit his eyes.

(Sword Intent?!)

He detected it finally.

Beyond swordplay—

True Sword Intent.

Chong Sheng's heart quivered.

(Impossible! At his youth?)

Grasping Sword Intent so young, teens or twenties—

Even in Western Region—

That marked a million-year prodigy.

His gaze tightened.

(No! Beyond Basic Sword Intent!)

He sensed instantly it exceeded basic levels. Far more potent.

(Intermediate Sword Intent?)

But he dismissed it quick.

Even ancient sword masters, millennia-honed, Supreme Immortal tier, rarely attained it.

How could Bai Zihan?

Must be that blade.

An exceptional artifact for sure.

"Argh!"

Chong Sheng howled, swinging his shadow scythe swifter.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blows intensified.

Growing frantic.

Yet regardless of frenzy—

He failed to pierce Bai Zihan's guard.

Swiftness?

Even Shadow Devouring Domain fell short to Bai Zihan's Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword Technique.

Might?

Lacking! Bai Zihan's Sword Intent plus artifact sword made overpowering tough.

Skill?

He edged some areas, but Bai Zihan held strong.

He fell short across the board to fell Bai Zihan.

His breaths ragged now.

His frame quivered faintly.

(Insufficient!)

Madness flared in his gaze.

"Then—"

His tone rasped.

"I'll go all out!"

Boom!!! His aura erupted anew.

Not merely qi this time.

Life essence too.

Fissures spiderwebbed his skin, blood oozing.

His presence warped savagely.

Volatile. Lethal.

"I'll push my cultivation higher—!"

"Right here! Right now!"

A dreadful weight descended.

Ambient space shuddered.

Heavens faintly stirred. Chong Sheng's cultivation vaulted once more.

Breaching that last barrier—

Entering Great Ascension Realm!

His eyes blood-reddened.

His form shook fiercely.

(Just one strike left...) He realized.

Post this—

Victory or defeat—

Total depletion.

But sufficient.

It must suffice.

A warped grin twisted his mouth, insight clear.

Bai Zihan wouldn't evade. Overly assured!

Arrogant!

He'd parry like before.

Sealing his doom.

Chong Sheng hoisted his scythe.

Shadows roiled around, fusing into the edge.

His qi—

His blood—

His life essence—

All blazed as one. The scythe quivered.

Then—

Steadied. Horrific aura radiated.

Even winds wailed. "This strike..." Chong Sheng's voice dropped low. Madness infused.

"Will definitely hurt!" "Netherworld Soul-Reaping Scythe!"

The edge blackened—

Then flared eerie crimson.

This could slay Immortal Ascension Realm foes, he was certain.

The realm hushed.

All might focused into one blow.

Chong Sheng advanced.

And cleaved.

Slash-!!!

As Chong Sheng's ultimate slash fell—

Darkness cloaked the world.

Sounds ceased.

Solely that dread slash endured.

In reply, Bai Zihan countered gravely.

Fingers gripped hilt firmer.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

Blade's vicinity cracked.

As though fate got sundered.

Then he slashed. Pure simplicity.

No spectacle.

No crushing force.

Merely one crisp cut.

Clang-!!!

Strikes met.

For a heartbeat—

Time halted.

Then—

Crack!

Chong Sheng's face locked. His Netherworld Soul-Reaping Scythe shattered!

Gathered terror fragmented.

Shadows crumbled.

BOOOM!

Resulting blast ravaged the terrain.

Yet central—

Bai Zihan stood firm.

No backward step.

No wound marring him. Utterly intact.

Chong Sheng's pupils contracted sharply. (Im...possible...)

His body shook.

Scythe vanished from grip.

Arms dangled useless.

All power fled.

Life-burning finale—Wasted entirely...

"Ugh-!"

Blood gushed from mouth.

Knees gave way.

Thud!

He crumpled to earth.

Ground fissured beneath.

Vision hazed.

Breaths faltered.

Blood Fiend Ascension backlash struck.

Forced advance...

Qi utter depletion... All crashed together. Meridians scorched.

Form tore internally.

Not even a twitch possible.

Chong Sheng gritted teeth.

Rage!

Despair!

Reluctance!

All boiled inside.

Usually, despite odds, his wits and fortune flipped fates effortlessly.

He expected same here, crushed by truth.

But—

Powerless now.

Utterly.

Ahead, Bai Zihan eased his sword down.

Face serene, nearly detached. He'd restrained full might; else Fate Severing Slash left no corpse.

Chong Sheng held value alive. Wasteful to slay after sparing him on purpose.

Drained near empty, Bai Zihan figured escape impossible.