Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 580 Taking Advantage of the Situation

Back at Seventh Prince's Residence!

On the grand bed at the center of the chamber, Yu Longxuan's eyes snapped open.

A sharp breath escaped him.

For a moment, confusion flickered between his eyes.

???

Then the memories came flooding back to his mind.

His expression twisted instantly.

"Nie Fengzhuo!"

His voice was hoarse, yet the hatred within it was unmistakable.

BOOM!

A surge of Qi erupted from his body, cracking the bed beneath him.

The attendants nearby paled and immediately retreated, not daring to remain any longer.

Humiliation!

He, the Seventh Prince of the Empire, had been knocked unconscious before an entire clan!

As if that wasn't enough, he had even failed to make the Xue Clan submit.

And then came the final blow.

The report he had just received.

Their Great Ascension Realm elder was also defeated by Nie Fengzhuo, forcing them to retreat without option.

His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"How… HOW?!"

His voice exploded with rage.

"That trash—!"

But the words trailed off halfway.

If it was previously, then it would have been a fact. But now, Nie Fengzhuo was anything but the trash cast aside by Bai Xueqing.

The elders of the Crimson Thunder Palace stood nearby, their expressions solemn.

They also weren't in a very good mood, nor were they coping well with the fact that Nie Fengzhuo had defeated their strongest.

Yu Longxuan's chest rose and fell violently.

Then suddenly, his gaze snapped toward them.

"I want the Immortal Grand Elder."

His voice was cold, filled with killing intent.

The Crimson Thunder Palace elders exchanged glances.

Their expressions tightened.

"Your Highness…"

One of them spoke carefully.

"The Immortal Grand Elder is our trump card. Revealing him now—"

After all, they were the strongest individuals and should be reserved for clashing against other powerful candidates for the throne.

"—I don't care!"

Yu Longxuan interrupted sharply.

His aura flared again.

"Do you want this humiliation to spread across the Empire?!"

His eyes burned with fury.

"A Great Ascension elder defeated by a junior! My name dragged through the mud! Do you think we can afford to hold back?!"

Silence!

The Crimson Thunder Palace elders' expressions grew darker.

Indeed, if they couldn't even handle an individual who dared stand in their way, how could they win against other Princes and Princesses?

If they didn't handle this seriously, then not to mention other princesses or princes, even other clans would look down on them.

Therefore, it was only natural that Yu Longxuan wanted to resolve this incident as quickly as possible.

And what better way than to have their Immortal Grand Elder handle it?

"Without an Immortal Realm cultivator dealing with them will indeed be difficult."

One of the elders admitted, recalling how Nie Fengzhuo easily defeated their strongest. The others slowly nodded in agreement.

Nie Fengzhuo alone was already a considerable problem.

And the Xue Clan had demonstrated their willingness to resist.

If they delayed any longer, things might spiral further out of control.

More importantly, the elders themselves desired revenge for the humiliation they had faced.

A First-Rate Clan!

A mere First-Rate Clan!

And a rising Clan like the Nie Clan, daring to stand against them?

Unacceptable!

Their eyes turned cold.

"Very well!"

One of them said slowly.

"We will request the Immortal Grand Elder's intervention."

A faint killing intent spread across the room.

This time—

There would be no holding back.

They would crush them completely with their full might.

Yu Longxuan let out a cold breath.

"Good!"

His eyes flickered with vicious satisfaction.

"Xue Clan… Nie Fengzhuo…"

A faint smile appeared.

Cruel!

Twisted!

"I'll make sure you regret ever opposing me."

But just as the atmosphere settled—

"Hahaha…!"

A loud, unrestrained laugh echoed from outside the chamber.

"Little brother, I heard you were beaten black and blue by Nie Fengzhuo. Is that true?"

BANG!

The doors burst open.

Figures strode in without restraint. A man clad in luxurious robes, his expression full of mockery.

Yu Wenzhao!

The Third Prince!

Behind him stood several experts, their auras all powerful and oppressive.

The unmistakable presence of the Heaven Suppression Pavilion.

Yu Longxuan's eyes widened, shock flashing across his face.

"Yu Wenzhao?!"

His expression darkened instantly.

First Nie Fengzhuo, and now this, before he could even deal with that matter, another problem had surfaced.

"How did you get in here?"

His voice turned sharp.

"Guards!"

He shouted.

"GUARDS!"

Silence!

No response.

Not a single footstep.

Not a single voice.

The realization hit instantly.

Yu Longxuan's expression sank.

His gaze swept across the experts behind Yu Wenzhao.

Then back to him.

"You…"

Yu Wenzhao displayed a relaxed smile, fanning himself as if he had strolled into his own familiar abode.

"Guards! Seize him!" he commanded.

Despite Yu Longxuan's desperate shouts, no one appeared. Not a single guard answered his summons. Only the elders of the Crimson Thunder Palace remained within the hall. The ensuing silence was profound. Yu Wenzhao observed him with tranquil ease, a subtle smirk gracing his lips as he continued his gentle fanning.

"My apologies," he stated plainly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "but they are indisposed."

A brief pause followed.

"Perhaps I ought to send you to join them?"

Yu Longxuan's eyes widened dramatically. For an instant, he was paralyzed by disbelief. Then, the truth dawned upon him, and his features contorted in shock.

"You…!" His voice quivered with barely contained rage. "You dared lay hands on my men?!"

Yu Wenzhao’s smile broadened slightly, but he offered no direct reply. That very smile served as his answer. The atmosphere within the chamber instantly chilled, and a potent killing intent erupted from Yu Longxuan.

"You dare?!" His formidable aura flared, sending tremors through the already damaged floor, causing new cracks to spiderweb across it. The elders of the Crimson Thunder Palace promptly advanced, their expressions grim as they fixed their gazes upon Yu Wenzhao and the formidable experts flanking him. This was no longer a mere act of defiance; it was a full-blown incursion, and the third prince appeared thoroughly prepared.

Yu Wenzhao took a deliberate step forward, his eyes scanning the room before finally resting on Yu Longxuan.

"Younger brother," he remarked, with an almost languid tone, "you should endeavor to remain calm."

A soft chuckle escaped him.

"You are already in a precarious state; do not compound your troubles."

Yu Longxuan's fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

"Yu Wenzhao…" His voice was a low growl, filled with simmering anger. "Do you truly believe that by bringing a few companions, you can conduct yourself with such impunity within my domain?"

The experts arrayed behind Yu Wenzhao remained motionless, yet their sheer presence exuded an undeniable authority. Each one stood like an unyielding monolith, their power suppressed but palpably suffocating. Yu Longxuan recognized that Yu Wenzhao’s blatant arrogance stemmed from their backing. However, he held a conviction that regardless of their strength, the Grand Elders of the Crimson Thunder Palace would easily neutralize these individuals.

Consequently, why should he harbor any fear?

Of course, fear was warranted because his adversaries were present with their ultimate assets, while he was compelled to await reinforcements. If he were to perish here, any backing he possessed would become utterly irrelevant. Yu Longxuan’s mind raced. He acknowledged, without a shadow of a doubt, that Yu Wenzhao currently held the tactical advantage. The timing was impeccably precise. He had only just returned, wounded. And now, Yu Wenzhao had materialized with his chosen warriors, his own guards absent and his residence infiltrated. This could not be mere chance; it was a meticulously orchestrated plan. An ambush. A calculated strike.

Yu Longxuan's gaze sharpened. (He came fully prepared…) Yet, a perplexing question lingered in his mind: From where did Yu Wenzhao procure such timely intelligence? Even with the formidable backing of experts from the Heaven Suppression Pavilion, this maneuver felt unnervingly swift.

"You possess considerable audacity, Third Brother!" Yu Longxuan's voice, though low and controlled, vibrated with palpable fury. "But have you truly considered the ramifications of terminating my life?"

Yu Wenzhao offered no verbal response. He simply observed with evident interest, as if awaiting Yu Longxuan’s next move. Taking a slow step forward, Yu Longxuan projected an aura, albeit unstable, that still carried the undeniable weight of royalty.

"Should news of this unfold…" His eyes locked onto Yu Wenzhao's. "…that you stormed my residence… eliminated my guards… with the intent to assassinate your own brother… What moniker do you imagine the populace will bestow upon you?"

A deliberate pause.

"A brother-slayer!" The words resonated with heavy finality. In the ruthless struggle for the throne, schemes and assassinations were commonplace occurrences. Nevertheless, the open murder of a sibling, even amidst a contest for supremacy, carried significant repercussions. Other Princes and Princesses would undoubtedly exploit such an act to undermine and isolate Yu Wenzhao. By eliminating Yu Longxuan, Yu Wenzhao would undeniably attract widespread scrutiny. However, alongside the inherent disadvantages, there were also potential gains, such as enhancing his renown and inheriting the Seventh Prince's accumulated influence and resources.

"Do you truly believe the Empire and its populace would endorse such an action? You cannot ascend to the throne with such a tarnished reputation."

His voice lowered.

"You would face condemnation long before you had any opportunity to claim your birthright."

The chamber fell into a thick, oppressive silence. Yu Longxuan met Yu Wenzhao's gaze directly. At this precise juncture, he found himself at a disadvantage, facing the combined might of Yu Wenzhao and the Heaven Suppression Pavilion forces. His immediate objective was to instill hesitation in Yu Wenzhao, compelling him to withdraw. He vowed to remember this moment. He would immediately summon the Grand Elders of the Crimson Thunder Palace and initiate a full-scale retaliatory conflict against the third prince.