Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 370 The Morning Stroll of a Monster!

The first surprise attack was devastating to the Demonic Beasts.

With many Grade-9 Demonic Beasts killed in the opening minutes and waves of Demonic Beasts falling under the coordinated assaults of the vanguard, the Empireʼs forces carved deep into the Beast Tide.

For a moment-just a moment-it felt as though victory was assured.

Thousands of Demonic Beasts collapsed under the humansʼ offensive.

Their roars turned into panicked screeches as their frontline broke apart. The initial chaos created by the dawn strike had crippled their formations completely.

But that brief advantage did not last.

The Beast Tide adapted. And the number of Demonic Beasts killed was not felt, as more Demonic Beasts joined to fill the gap.

Their scattered ranks tightened. Dozens upon dozens of Grade-9 and Grade-8 Demonic Beasts regrouped, joined by more Demonic Beasts from the Wilderness.

The same was true for weaker Demonic Beasts, with thousands of Grade-7 and Grade-6 beasts rushing to fill gaps.

It was almost like the number that had been reduced... wasnʼt reduced at all. At least, on the battlefield, it hadnʼt reduced.

Within minutes, the battle shifted. ”Damn it... Theyʼre reinforcing too quickly! Damn! Just how many Demonic Beasts are there?” ”Donʼt tell me that all the Demonic Beasts from the Great Wilderness have come?”

Lines that had been breaking moments ago were suddenly holding. And where the humans pushed, the Beast Tide pushed back just as hard.

A stalemate was forming, just as it was before the reinforcements.

Across the battlefield, the Bai Clan, Zhao Clan, and Li Clan divisions slowed, their momentum grinding against the coordinated defense of countless beasts.

Even the Elders, having slain the Grade-9 threats, now found themselves fighting the oncoming Grade-9 Demonic Beasts without making any progress.

But there was one exception.

Bai Zihan!

Where everyone else struggled to move forward, he alone continued advancing as though unaffected by the shift.

His path through the battlefield was a straight line of carnage.

Grade-8 Demonic Beast lunges-over.

Grade-8 shields-split.

Grade-8 roars-silenced.

Each time a hulking beast leapt to intercept him, a flicker of silver appeared, and the creature fell apart midair.

Bai Lumeiʼs group could only stare in disbelief.

Bai Zihan wasnʼt slowing down.

He wasnʼt even struggling.

While entire squads struggled against a single Grade-8, Bai Zihan slaughtered them as though they were ants crossing his path.

His expression unchanged. It was a huge battle-but he looked like he was taking a morning stroll. ”Is... is this real?”

One man whispered, parrying the claw of a Grade-7 beast while sneaking a glance at the youth carving through monsters meant for Spirit Severing elites.

Another woman felt her mouth dry. ”How is an 18-year-old doing this-?!”

Bai Zihan didnʼt simply overpower the Grade-8 Demonic Beasts.

He erased them.

One beast lunged-a White-Eyed Tiger of Grade-8.

Bai Zihan stepped forward.

A silver arc flashed.

Blood sprayed.

The tiger split in half, collapsing before its roar could finish.

More beasts charged, drawn to him instinctively, sensing the danger he posed.

But to them, approaching him was like diving willingly into death.

His group desperately tried to support him-but it was pointless.

Their attacks rarely reached their targets before Bai Zihan had already ended them. ”Young Master Zihan, weʼve got your flank!”

But before his warning even finished, Bai Zihan had already taken the heads of the two beasts that were supposedly threatening him. ”...Right.”

The battlefield shook again, more beasts rushing to reinforce the front.

Everywhere he stepped, the Beast Tide buckled. Their stalemated lines crumbled whenever he neared.

However... Although Bai Zihan carved down Grade-8 Demonic Beasts like wheat before a scythe, in the greater scheme of the battlefield, his actions were but small ripples against a tidal wave.

No matter how many beasts he slew, their numbers seemed endless.

Ten died another ten surged in.

A hundred fell-another hundred replaced them.

The battlefield was a living nightmare where death only opened space for more death to follow.

Even Bai Zihan could not shift the entire tide alone.

But his presence did something else.

It shattered the confidence of the younger generation.

Not just the Bai Clanʼs juniors-but the Li Clanʼs... and the Zhao Clanʼs.

Groups fighting nearby stole glances at the youth carving through Grade-8s with an ease that should have been impossible. ”Is... is he really our age?” ”No. Impossible. To reach Spirit Severing at eighteen is one thing-but fighting like that?” ”Are we even the same species?”

A Li Clan prodigy swallowed hard, watching Bai Zihanʼs silver sword flash through three beasts in a single breath. ”... How do you compete with someone like that?”

Their confidence-built through years of training, praise, and battle-cracked before the sight of Bai Zihan treating Grade-8 monsters as morning exercise.

And it was more despairing when thinking about how their clan wants them to go against this monster.

Bai Zihan did not care for their awe or their despair. ”Looks like Grade-8 Demonic Beasts are no problem for me.”

Well, there is no need for much more evidence than all the bodies that lay in his killing spree.

Demonic Beastsʼ bodies are considerably tougher than humans, and people often found that annoying-especially given their numbers.

However, Bai Zihan had a Heaven-Grade Sword, and his strength itself was higher than even a Void Refinement Realm cultivator, so cutting down Grade-8 Demonic Beasts wasnʼt too difficult.

It was his first time fighting against the Grade-8 Demonic Beasts yet they posed no challenge to him.

After killing perhaps around 30 or so, he realized that no Demonic Beasts at Grade-8 could surpass him in speed, strength or endurance.

Just as he was moving along, he sensed a Demonic Beast whose strength was unlike the ones he had killed.

A Grade-9 Demonic Beast!

Bai Lumei felt her heart jolt. ”Bai Zihan! Fall back-!”

But it wasnʼt an accident.

Far above, on the left flank where the Zhao Clanʼs Elder battled another

Grade-9 beast, the old manʼs palm ”slipped,” striking his opponent sideways instead of killing it.

The massive Demonic Beast-freed-roared and bolted in a straight line... toward Bai Zihan angrily.

The Zhao Elder made a show of clicking his tongue, calling out. ”Ah-my apologies! I mustʼve misjudged my strike! Young Master Bai should be careful!”

But his eyes-narrowed, sharp, and cold-betrayed his intentions.

Anyone remotely experienced could see it.

He had done it on purpose.

Bai Lumei gritted her teeth, fury swelling in her chest. (That old bastard...!) Around Bai Zihanʼs group, several Bai Clan membersʼ qi flared-rage simmering beneath their fear.

But the battlefield was chaotic, and Elders could always hide malice behind ”mistakes.”

The Grade-9 Demonic Beast-a massive Armored rhinoceros beast-charged forward like a living mountain, its murderous aura crushing everything in its path.

The Armored Rhinoceros roared in frustration at failing to kill the Zhao Elder- who also provoked it.

Its footsteps made the earth shudder.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Dozens of weaker beasts were thrown aside as it barreled toward Bai Zihan.

Bai Lumeiʼs voice rang out, sharp and frantic. ”Bai Zihan!! Evade-!!”

But Bai Zihan did not hear her.

Or perhaps-

He simply didnʼt care.

The young heir slowly lifted his eyes, sword tilting slightly in his grip as he calmly watched the Grade-9 monster thunder toward him.

The Zhao Elder smirked subtly from afar. (Go on, boy. Die on the battlefield. No one will blame me!)

Rather, he would be rewarded heavily if this succeeded by both his Clan and the Li Clan.

After all, Bai Zihan had been a thorn in their path and had been making waves.

The monstrous rhinoceros roared, dark qi exploding from its body as it lunged -directly at Bai Zihan. ”Hmph! I was getting bored anyway.”

Bai Zihan wasnʼt angry or scared at all. Rather, he thought it was a good opportunity to fight a Grade-9 Demonic Beast and understand how powerful they were.

The armored rhinoceros tore across the battlefield, each step a thunderous quake.

The beastʼs horn gleamed with pitch-black qi, sharp enough to skewer Spirit Severing experts like paper dolls.

It lunged.

BOOOOM!!

A mountain of death crashed down but Bai Zihan wasnʼt there.

In the instant before impact, he tilted his body a hairʼs breadth to the left, letting the horn tear through the air where he had stood.

The force alone gouged a canyon into the ground behind him.

The rhinoceros skidded, earth exploding beneath its feet as it whipped around with a frenzy-filled bellow.

Bai Zihan tightened his grip on his silver sword. ”Quite sturdy!”

The Grade-9 beast charged again, horn lowering.

This time, Bai Zihan stepped into the charge.

A silver streak flashed.

SLAASH!!

A fountain of blood erupted as his sword carved across the beastʼs flank-deep enough to reach bone, yet... ”It didnʼt fall?”

Even with a wound that wouldʼve bisected any Grade-8 beast, the rhinoceros only grew more enraged.

Black qi surged around its body, muscles tightening like iron cables as it roared heavenward.

The Zhao Elder smirked faintly.

Bai Zihan raised his sword slightly.

Bai Zihanʼs eyes sharpened. ”Alright then. Letʼs see how you fare against this!”

The rhinoceros thundered forward for the third time, aura exploding in a wave of crushing force.

Bai Zihan didnʼt step back.

He stepped forward.

His Sword Intent surged, sharp enough to cut through the sky.

Then Bai Zihan swung.

A single, clean arc of silver.

SZZZZZT-

The blade passed through the rhinocerosʼ neck as though slicing through silk.

BOOM!

Its head hit the ground an instant later.

Its massive body remained standing for a breath-shuddering-before collapsing like a falling mountain.

Silence rippled outward across the battlefield.

Bai Lumeiʼs mouth fell open.

The younger generation of all three clans stared, unable to speak. ”That... was a Grade-9...” ”And he killed it... with two strikes...” ”No... the last one doesnʼt even count as a strike.”

Bai Zihan flicked the blood from his blade, expression completely calm. ”Grade-9s are sturdier than I expected.”

He stepped forward, as if nothing had happened. ”But still too fragile.”