Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 413 Fated to Die Here
Chapter 413 Fated to Die Here
“Heaven’s Mandate Reversal.”
Bai Zihan didn’t wait and straight away used Heaven’s Mandate Reversal Technique.
Bai Zihan’s aura climbed violently, tearing past the Top Void Refinement Realm then stabilized.
The leader’s eyes narrowed.
“Again with that strange technique.”
But he didn’t retreat. Instead, he sneered.
“Surround him. Finish him off!”
The five moved at once.
Demonic Qi roared as they split into a killing formation, encircling Bai Zihan from all directions.
Chains of blood-red symbols linked their auras together, amplifying their power.
The reason the five of them were chosen to deal with Bai Zihan wasn’t just because of their individual strength.
It was because they fought as one.
Working together, they had slain multiple Great Ascension Realm cultivators, no matter how powerful they were.
A glance, a fluctuation of aura, even the slightest shift in killing intent was enough for the others to respond instantly.
There were no wasted movements-no hesitation.
Each of them covered the others’ blind spots.
“Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!”
Bai Zihan moved first.
His figure blurred as sword light split into nine overlapping afterimages.
Shadows scattered in all directions, each one carrying real sword intent, each one indistinguishable from the original.
In an instant, the sealed domain was filled with Bai Zihans.
One of the Demonic Cultivators struck-
But the moment his attack landed, the “Bai Zihan” before him shattered into mist.
“Fake-!”
Before he could finish-
BOOM!
Five attacks landed simultaneously.
The shadows were annihilated in the same breath.
Blades, claws, and demonic arts overlapped perfectly, erasing all nine shadows before they could complete a single killing strike.
Not one wasted motion.
Not one delayed response.
At the center-
CLANG!
Bai Zihan’s real body was forced back half a step as a heavy demonic blade slammed into his guard.
Sparks exploded as sword and blade collided, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the formation.
The other four saw it.
An opening.
“Now!”
They lunged forward together, killing intent erupting as their auras surged to their peak.
Demonic Qi howled, forming overlapping waves meant to crush Bai Zihan completely.
Bai Zihan’s eyes sharpened.
His Qi surged again.
He twisted his wrist, power flowing through his arm like a raging tide, and forced the Demonic Cultivator striking him backward, shattering the momentum of the combined assault.
“Eternal Flowing Water Sword!”
Bai Zihan’s sword traced a smooth, circular arc.
Sword light flowed like an eternal river, layers upon layers of defensive
currents forming around him.
Each incoming strike was met, redirected, and dissolved, their violent force swallowed and guided away rather than resisted head-on.
Clang Clang Clang!
Attacks rained down from all sides, yet none could break through.
The sealed domain trembled as demonic Qi and sword intent collided endlessly.
Within the storm, Bai Zihan stood unmoved-calm, steady, unyielding.
Three minutes passed.
Inside the sealed formation, every breath was filled with killing intent.
The five Demonic Cultivators attacked without pause.
Their formation shifted endlessly-offense flowing into defense, feints turning
into killing blows, angles changing in perfect synchronization.
When one retreated, another advanced. When one strike failed, three more
followed instantly.
It was flawless teamwork.
Yet-
They could not take a single step forward.
Bai Zihan stood at the center like an immovable axis, his sword never stopping.
The Eternal Flowing Water Sword continued to circulate, sword light rising and falling like endless tides.
No matter how fierce the assault, it was absorbed, diverted, and dispersed.
Three minutes.
Not a drop of blood was spilled.
The Demonic Cultivators’ expressions darkened.
Trying to overpower him was useless.
Every clash told them the same terrifying truth: Bai Zihan’s physique was
stronger than theirs.
Each collision sent numbing force back through their arms, rattling bones and
meridians despite their Demonic Qi reinforcement.
And that wasn’t even the worst part.
“He should be running out of Qi by now…”
One of them thought grimly.
They remembered it clearly.
Last time.
Bai Zihan had fought three Great Ascension Elders and survived-but only
barely. He had been drained, emptied, unable to even stand.
That was why they had dared to trap him.
That was why they were confident.
But now-
Minute after minute passed.
And Bai Zihan’s aura did not weaken.
Not even slightly.
His Qi circulation remained smooth, vast, and stable, as if it were being
continuously replenished.
His breathing never grew heavy. His movements never slowed.
But how could they know that Bai Zihan had broken through twice since then
and that his mastery over the technique had increased considerably? With Heaven’s Mandate Reversal, Bai Zihan was confident that he could continue using the technique for twenty minutes-as long as he didn’t expend
too much Qi at once.
The five Demonic Cultivators exchanged brief glances, unease spreading through their perfectly synchronized rhythm for the first time.
Three minutes had passed.
Only two remained.
But Bai Zihan did not intend to wait any longer.
His eyes sharpened, calm and cold, as his sword slowly lowered-then steadied.
(Finding the perfect opening is pointless.)
He saw it clearly now.
Their teamwork was flawless.
There was no “best moment,” no exposed flaw, no delayed response he could
exploit-not with conventional means.
If he waited for an opening, he would wait forever.
So Bai Zihan chose the simplest path.
The most direct one.
His strongest. Sword intent surged.
The sealed domain trembled.
The five Demonic Cultivators felt it at the same instant, their expressions
changing dramatically.
A pressure unlike before descended, heavy and absolute, as if the laws of the world themselves were being bent toward Bai Zihan’s blade.
Bai Zihan took a single step forward.
He raised his sword.
The world seemed to pause.
All sound vanished.
“Fate Severing Slash!”
The moment the words left his mouth-
The sword fell.
In that instant, the sealed space itself screamed.
A crescent of pale-gold sword light swept forward, carrying within it terrifying
finality. Wherever it passed, space fractured silently, layers peeling apart like thin paper.
Because the formation was already compressed-
Because space was sealed-
There was nowhere to run.
The five Demonic Cultivators reacted instantly.
“Defend!”
They abandoned all offense in unison.
Defensive arts and Artifacts-everything they had was unleashed at once.
They could not dodge in such a small space and can only withstand it.
BOOM-!!!
The Fate Severing Slash struck.
The sealed domain shook violently, demonic runes flickering wildly as if on the verge of collapse.
The five Demonic Cultivators screamed as the pressure slammed into them, bones creaking, organs trembling.
Bai Zihan watched calmly, eyes sharp and unwavering.
He wanted to know.
After breaking through twice.
After mastering Fate Severing Slash to a new level.
After stabilizing Heaven’s Mandate Reversal-
Could they survive?
The sword light swallowed them whole.
And in that instant-
Fate itself awaited the answer.
Silence followed!
CRACK-!
The sealed domain-once dense with demonic runes and suffocating pressure- collapsed in fragments of distorted space, dissolving like shattered glass.
Cracks raced across the air itself before vanishing completely.
At the center of the devastation-
Five figures remained standing.
Barely.
Their blood-red symbols had dimmed to a dull, flickering glow, some already extinguished entirely.
Demonic Qi leaked from their bodies uncontrollably, like smoke seeping from shattered vessels.
One knelt on a single knee, coughing violently as blackened blood spilled from his mouth.
Another’s arm hung at an unnatural angle, bones visibly warped beneath torn flesh.
The leader was still upright-but only because his sword was embedded in the ground, supporting his weight.
His armor was split cleanly down the center, a pale-gold scar burned across his chest, still crackling with residual sword intent.
They had survived.
At the final instant, they had layered every defensive art they possessed-using all the Artifacts they have, overlapping protections, forcefully diverting the sword’s trajectory just enough to avoid total annihilation.
It was the strongest defense they could muster.
And it had left them in ruins.
Bai Zihan stood several dozen steps away, sword lowered, his robes fluttering gently in the fading turbulence.
He looked at them.
And sighed softly.
“You survived.”
There was no anger in his voice.
Only faint disappointment.
But it vanished almost immediately.
After all-
Expecting five cultivators at the Great Ascension Realm, fighting with perfect coordination, to fall so easily had always been unrealistic.
Bai Zihan straightened.
His eyes turned cold.
“However,” he said calmly, sword lifting once more, “no matter.”
“You are fated to die here.”
At that moment-
A surge of powerful auras erupted.
“Zihan!”
A familiar voice rang out, sharp with urgency.
Bai Clan Elders.
Several figures tore through the air, robes snapping violently as they arrived-
each one an existence at the Great Ascension Realm.
Their expressions were grim, eyes immediately locking onto Bai Zihan,
scanning him for injuries.
They had been watching.
Waiting.
The sealing formation had cut off everything-space, sound, even spiritual perception. No matter how anxious they were, no matter how furious, they could only endure.
But now-
The formation was gone.
Shattered by Fate Severing Slash.
Bai Clan Elders inhaled sharply as they took in the scene.
The destroyed domain.
The ravaged ground.
And the five Demonic Cultivators-barely standing.
Bai Zihan had already dealt with the most dangerous opponents.
What remained-
Was cleanup.
The leader of the Demonic Cultivators looked up slowly, bloodshot eyes widening as he sensed the surrounding pressure.
Great Ascension auras.
Multiple. Encircling them.
It was their end!
But well, Bai Zihan still had to earn rewards from the system, so in the end, he
delivered the final attack.
And no one could complain-after all, they were already in a weakened state
after fighting Bai Zihan.
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