Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 515 When Heaven Seeks to Kill
Previously on Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!...
The heavens showed no signs of calming.
Darkness intensified.
As though the skies had decreed that nothing would conclude until Bai Zihan was utterly obliterated.
Rumble-!!!
Clouds twisted ferociously anew.
Lightning twisted inside them, more massive and intense than previously.
Next came the Fifth Strike.
BOOOOM-!!!
It plummeted like a star in collapse.
Total annihilation slamming down from the firmament.
Bai Zihan's gaze grew razor-sharp.
Injuries already marred his form.
Meridians stretched to their limits.
Qi reserves ran dangerously low.
He clenched his sword tighter.
Aura erupted once again.
Defying the agony.
"Fate Severing Slash!"
Again, he unleashed the strike.
The sword cleaved through the atmosphere.
Sword Intent thundered forth.
His slashing arc surged upward to confront the lightning directly.
BOOOOOOM-!!!
The impact rattled the skies.
Briefly, the lightning faltered.
Then it pierced through relentlessly.
Unyielding and merciless.
BOOM-!!!
The Fifth Strike connected.
Bai Zihan's frame shuddered fiercely.
Blood erupted from his mouth.
His feet plunged into the fractured ground.
Fissures radiated outward below.
His arms-
Numb!
His sight-
Blurring!
Yet he refused to collapse.
Not quite yet.
Chong Sheng's mocking laughter had ceased long ago.
Now, he watched in stunned silence.
Prior glee vanished, supplanted by raw disbelief.
(Enduring this... how?)
Rumble-!!!
The firmament bellowed once more.
No respite.
No pity.
The Sixth Strike gathered.
Even the clouds appeared unsteady now.
As if barely holding back the immense force inside.
Lightning layered upon layer, compressing tightly.
Then it crashed down.
BOOOOOOOOOOM-!!!
Bai Zihan's pupils shrank sharply.
His body howled in rebellion.
All wounds ignited fiercely.
Every fiber quivered.
But his eyes stayed steady.
"Again!"
His hoarse cry echoed, blood trickling from his mouth.
Sword Intent exploded anew.
Even fiercer-
Even deadlier-
Driven to utmost extremes.
"Fate Severing Slash!"
He slashed forth.
The blade rent space apart.
Clashing against the falling verdict yet again.
BOOOOOOM-!!!
The impact endured even less this time.
Crack-!!!
Sword light fragmented quicker.
Lightning plunged with irresistible might.
BOOM-!!!
It hammered him squarely once more.
A column of ruin swallowed his silhouette completely.
The earth underfoot caved in fully.
A vast pit materialized in an instant.
As the glow dimmed, Bai Zihan lay sprawled on the ground.
His flesh charred black.
Grievous gashes riddled his body.
Flesh ripped open in places.
Other spots seared to crisps.
Blood poured unchecked.
Breaths came ragged and erratic.
"Argh!"
Even Bai Zihan, tempered by excruciating torment, suffered profoundly from the sixth strike.
Lightning had scorched his innards too. Breathing grew laborious.
Chong Sheng's throat parched instantly.
(This freak...)
What manner of being was he?
An Earth Immortal Realm expert would have perished already.
Bai Zihan teetered on death's edge, yet clung to life.
Rumble-!!!
The skies responded anew.
The Seventh Strike.
This one-
The vault of heaven appeared to tear open.
A colossal lightning vortex swirled above.
No mere bolt-
No simple shaft-
An overwhelming blob of devastation.
Squeezed to its utmost density.
Chong Sheng paled drastically.
Terror gripped even him.
(This... utter insanity...)
He knew his past life's self would falter against it.
Undoubtedly, this matched a Supreme Immortal's might.
No longer mere tribulation.
Pure extermination.
The vortex quivered.
The heavens strained to contain it further.
Bai Zihan raised his head gradually, breaths ragged, every injury shrieking.
Sensing the buildup overhead, his face finally shifted.
(This...)
Mo Zun's earlier assault paled beside the impending doom.
This blow eclipsed all prior ordeals.
Thoughts raced through his mind.
Assessing.
Probing.
Hunting for any slim chance to endure.
(System Store...)
Idea sparked.
Saint-Grade Artifacts.
Several might deflect or blunt such fury.
But his gaze dimmed.
(Qi too scarce...)
Reserves drained near empty from six strikes.
Even acquiring one-
No qi remained to power it.
Moreover, uncertainty lingered if a Saint-Grade Artifact could halt it.
Mind pivoted elsewhere.
(Pills?)
Grade-8.
Grade-9.
Superior grades.
Healing, restorative, even taboo ones for fleeting revival.
Yet he rejected them swiftly.
(No time!)
Swallowing now offered no absorption window.
Crucially, even at full strength, survival seemed doubtful against the looming threat.
That truth weighed crushingly.
For the first time, Bai Zihan sensed it starkly.
Impasse.
Every avenue ended in oblivion.
Sword hilt clenched firmer.
Eyes locked skyward.
Only his Primordial Chaos Body offered hope to weather this.
Survival might not end it, doubt clouded his stare.
An Eighth Strike?
Then all efforts proved futile.
While Heavenly Tribulation raged, escape proved impossible.
He recalled endless dodges of his death flag, yet Heaven itself delivered the fatal blow?
No scheme anticipated such absurdity.
Yet facing doom squarely, he rose defiantly amid torment, bracing for Heaven's next assault.
Overhead-
Vortex crested to zenith.
Power inside compacted beyond imagination.
Space twisted savagely.
The realm quaked, teetering on ruin.
(This... will end him...)
Chong Sheng mused.
Indisputable.
Absolute certainty.
No Supreme Immortal would boast unscathed survival.
Bai Zihan hung by a thread.
No miracles awaited.
Finality!
Vortex throbbed.
Once.
Twice.
Then-
It froze abruptly.
Lightning held back.
The horrific destruction aloft simply paused.
Bai Zihan's brows knit faintly.
Perplexity flickered in his eyes.
(What?)
Oppressive weight persisted.
Power lingered undissipated.
If anything, terror endured unchanged.
Chong Sheng's eyes bulged. "What is happening?"
His murmur scarcely audible.
Countless Heavenly Tribulations witnessed, none matched this anomaly.
Never one exceeding three strikes, let alone halting primed to unleash.
Vortex quivered subtly-
Then gradually-
Excruciatingly slow-
It dispersed reluctantly.
Thick lightning unwound.
Smothering pressure eased incrementally.
Dark clouds blanketing the sky thinned progressively.
Thunder died away.
Crushing presence evaporated.
Until-
Azure skies reemerged.
Sunbeams pierced lingering clouds, bathing the ravaged terrain below.
Hush descended.
Bai Zihan endured there.
Sword still grasped. Life intact.
Chest heaved measuredly.
Form ravaged, singed, drenched in gore.
Yet upright he remained.
Seventh Strike averted.
Survival achieved.
Even he grasped not the reason at once.
His gaze dwelt on the heavens moments more.