Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 577 Yu Longxuan Vs Nie Fengzhuo!

With a swift movement, lightning erupted from Yu Longxuan's palm, a ferocious storm tearing through the air with a sharp, deafening crack.

The killing intent was palpable, a genuine intent to execute, not merely intimidate.

Confidence filled the Seventh Prince's eyes. Ever since his humiliation at the hands of Mo Tianji, he had dedicated himself to relentless cultivation, day and night without respite. The results were undeniable: the Soul Formation Realm! A cultivation level far surpassing most of his peers. More significantly, he had achieved victories against cultivators in the Spirit Severing Realm, a feat that alone placed him among the elite of his generation. Therefore, in his view, Nie Fengzhuo was merely another obstacle, a stepping stone to be crushed.

"You overestimate yourself!" Yu Longxuan's voice boomed as the lightning in his hand intensified. In an instant, he was before Nie Fengzhuo, the lightning strike descending with incredible speed and ferocity. Yet, Nie Fengzhuo remained motionless, calmly observing Yu Longxuan's advance.

With a sigh, he slowly raised his hand, and a sword materialized. "Did you think that sword could protect you?" Yu Longxuan taunted, striking Nie Fengzhuo. A terrifying surge of Qi exploded outward, sending shockwaves through the courtyard, shattering stone tiles and forcing disciples back. Even the observing elders narrowed their eyes.

But at the epicenter, Nie Fengzhuo stood firm, not yielding an inch. His robes fluttered slightly in the aftermath, and nothing more. The Seventh Prince's fierce assault had been completely nullified. Yu Longxuan's pupils contracted; he knew precisely the power he had unleashed. Even a Spirit Severing cultivator would hesitate to receive such a blow so casually, yet Nie Fengzhuo had done just that.

Nie Fengzhuo lowered his sword slightly, his gaze remaining calm, almost indifferent. "Are you finished?" he asked, his voice devoid of mockery or anger. To him, Yu Longxuan was not particularly remarkable. A prince nurtured by resources, bolstered by status and backing, often appeared formidable but was, in reality, a mere paper tiger in combat. Of course, comparing Yu Longxuan to those truly useless young masters wouldn't be entirely fair; he did possess some strength, but it was no match for his arrogance. In Nie Fengzhuo's estimation, even his past self, the one who fought Bai Xueqing in the Dragon and Phoenix Competition, would have been sufficient to suppress the current Yu Longxuan, let alone his current cultivation at the Peak of the Soul Formation Realm.

Yu Longxuan's expression contorted, his teeth gritting. That look, that tone, that indifference—it struck him more deeply than any insult. A memory surfaced: Mo Tianji looking down at him with the same gaze, the same dismissal, evoking the same feeling of insignificance.

"Don't get ahead of yourself!" Yu Longxuan roared, his aura flaring wildly. "Blocking a single strike means nothing!" Lightning surged again, more violent, more powerful. He struck repeatedly, each attack imbued with killing intent. However, it changed nothing. Nie Fengzhuo moved with effortless grace, sidestepping one strike, deflecting another with a slight movement of his sword, dispersing the lightning with a turn of his wrist. There was no hint of panic or even seriousness in his demeanor. The immense disparity was obvious, fueling Yu Longxuan's fury.

Meanwhile, Nie Fengzhuo's thoughts remained clear. He felt no concern about losing; that had never even entered his mind. His true worry was something else entirely. His opponent was a prince. Killing him here might not immediately provoke retaliation from other princes or princesses, and some might even welcome it as one less competitor. However, there would undoubtedly be consequences. The Imperial Family, despite everything, would not let the killing of a royal go unaddressed without diminishing their own authority. Consequently, they would dispatch Imperial Guards to apprehend him or even target his entire clan. More importantly, the Crimson Thunder Palace would certainly not let the matter rest, dragging both the Nie Clan and the Xue Clan into the ensuing conflict.

He was currently a guest, invited to discuss an alliance. In this turbulent period, unaligned forces were the most vulnerable, which was why the Nie Clan had reached out, seeking cooperation with a First-Rate Clan like the Xue Clan, who also wished to remain neutral in the struggle for the throne. But now, this conflict threatened to unravel everything. (...Troublesome!) Nie Fengzhuo deflected another strike.

His eyes flickered slightly. He needed to end this. Otherwise, this situation would only escalate further. Nie Fengzhuo's eyes shifted. Then his aura ascended like a blade being drawn from its sheath, a sharp, suffocating pressure spreading outward. Yu Longxuan's movements faltered for a split second. His pupils contracted. Because for the very first time, he felt an overwhelming pressure. "This...!" Yu Longxuan's expression shifted dramatically. The lightning in his hand wavered precariously. Concurrently, a faint trace of killing intent emanated from Nie Fengzhuo. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was undeniably present, locked onto him—and that sensation truly shook him. Up until this moment, Yu Longxuan had held a firm belief: no one would ever dare to kill him. He was a prince, after all. But now, gazing into Nie Fengzhuo's eyes, that certainty began to fracture. Because those eyes held no trace of hesitation. Doubt began to creep into Yu Longxuan's mind. (He... wouldn't really-?) Nie Fengzhuo raised his sword. A simple movement, yet it sent a jolt through everyone present. "Nie Fengzhuo, don't!" Patriarch Xue's voice thundered urgently. Simultaneously, the elders of the Crimson Thunder Palace stepped forward, their expressions darkening. "Stop!" "Don't you dare!" "Do you know who he is?!" Their auras surged, threatening and oppressive. "Touch a single hair on His Highness, and your entire clan will be eradicated!" The warnings rained down one after another. But Nie Fengzhuo remained unfazed, as if he hadn't heard a single word. His gaze stayed fixed on Yu Longxuan. Then, he struck. A single, decisive slash descended. Patriarch Xue's eyes widened in alarm, then squeezed shut tightly. (...It's over!) If the prince died here, everything would crumble. The Xue Clan... The Nie Clan... All of it would be dragged into utter ruin. The Crimson Thunder Palace elders surged forward instantly. Too late to intervene. Too late to alter the outcome. But— What they anticipated did not materialize. The sword did not deliver a killing blow. Instead, a sharp impact landed on Yu Longxuan's neck, delivered by the sword's hilt. Yu Longxuan's body stiffened. His eyes widened in pure disbelief. Then, darkness enveloped him. His consciousness vanished instantly. His body collapsed forward. Nie Fengzhuo slowly lowered his sword, gazing down. Yu Longxuan lay on the ground, seemingly in a peaceful slumber.