Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 337 Blood, Blade, and Bliss (Seven Void Refinement Realm cultivators!)

Even for Bai Zihan, he knew this might be too much. But this was also a good opportunity to find out just how he fared against such a threat.

As for the fear of being killed-well, he had already survived the attack from Gou Yao, who was Bai Renʼs equivalent, so he didnʼt think that he would die easily.

So instead of fear, Bai Zihan showed excitement, which completely confused the Second Prince and the Seven Void Refinement Cultivator, who had expected him to cower in terror.

The seven attacks-which could be said to be impossible to deal with, at least for a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator-launched toward Bai Zihan.

All seven Void Refinement cultivators vanished at once-shadows flickering through the air like ghosts.

Bai Zihan immediately took out the Eternal Spirit Sword from his storage ring. ”Eternal Flowing Water Sword!”

Spears of lightning, blades of flame, and slashing winds converged toward Bai Zihan in perfect coordination.

It was the kind of assault that should have left nothing behind.

But-

Whoosh!

Bai Zihanʼs body moved, and his sword danced.

There was no burst of Qi-only stillness.

The first assassinʼs spear thrust forward with unstoppable force, aimed directly at his heart.

Yet Bai Zihanʼs sword curved softly, meeting the blow not with resistance-but with guidance.

The tip of his sword slid along the spear, redirecting it just a hairʼs breadth off-course.

That tiny motion sent the full momentum of the strike into the second attacker, who had been closing in from the left. ”-What?!”

Before the man could react, his comradeʼs spear smashed into his own chest, the impact throwing him backward.

Fortunately for him, the attacker managed to hold back at the last second, avoiding what could have been a very dangerous situation.

The third assassin seized the moment, his blade coated in dark venom, slicing downward-only for Bai Zihanʼs body to sway aside, his movement fluid and effortless, as if he had predicted it from the beginning.

The strike cut through nothing but air.

The fourth and fifth came next, attacking from above and behind-but their strikes clashed against each other as Bai Zihan twisted slightly, letting the flow of their own Qi collide in midair.

Boom!

The resulting shockwave sent dust and fragments flying, but not a single strand of Bai Zihanʼs hair was touched.

Every movement-graceful, minimal, and precise-turned his enemiesʼ overwhelming power into their own downfall.

The remaining assassins circled him again, faces grim.

They knew better than to underestimate Bai Zihan but still, that kind of technique was truly something that they had never seen. ”What kind of technique is even that?”

One couldnʼt say that it was overwhelmingly powerful but it was far from weak. After all, it managed to handle attacks from Seven Void refinement Cultivator at the same time.

Every swing, every strike they made somehow ended up feeding into his rhythm-becoming part of his current rather than disrupting it.

From the sidelines, even the Bai Clan Elders momentarily forgot their own battles, eyes wide in awe.

This wasnʼt their Bai Clan Technique but didnʼt pale in comparison. It was much better than many of them.

All seven Void Refinement experts-panting, shaken, disoriented-had failed to land a single blow.

Not one scratch.

Bai Zihan raised his gaze slightly, his crimson-gold eyes reflecting the fading light. ”Is that all?”

His tone wasnʼt arrogance-it was disappointment.

The Second Princeʼs face twisted in rage. ”What are you doing?!”

He roared, his voice breaking through the clamor of battle. ”You far outnumber him-and your cultivation is leagues above his! Stop playing around and finish him already!”

His words cracked like thunder across the battlefield.

The seven Void Refinement cultivators exchanged brief glances, their expressions turning cold.

To be ordered so brazenly by a pampered prince-one who hadnʼt even reached Spirit Severing Realm-was an insult to their pride.

But they had no time to waste arguing; their mission came first. Suppressing their irritation, they moved as one again.

Bai Zihanʼs grip on his sword tightened.

He exhaled once. Calm. Still.

The next instant-

Boom!

The ground exploded beneath him as two assassins struck from opposite sides.

Fire and lightning clashed against Bai Zihanʼs flowing movements, each deflection harder and heavier than before.

This time, they didnʼt give him room to breathe.