Bai Zihan stood amidst the chaos below, robes fluttering calmly as blood splashed across the earth around him.
If nothing unexpected happens, Bai Zihan thought calmly, today should be the last day of this war.
His gaze flicked briefly toward the sky.
Bai Ren.
Bai Chu.
The Grand Elders.
Once Fate Severing Slash was truly grasped-even imperfectly-it was still a Saint-Grade Technique.
Soone like Mó Zün or the Half-Qilin...
They should be killed if the technique lands.
That confidence wasn't arrogance.
It was a certainty.
So Bai Zihan thought that today might be the last day of the war between Desolate Heaven Empire and the Demonic Forces.
Bai Zihan didn't wait. He stepped forward-and the slaughter began.
Since it might be the last day, he should farm as many Points as he could. But it was difficult when all his opponents knew how to run away.
Grade-9 Demonic Beasts seed to know that fighting him was pointless and would rather avoid him, just like those Demonic Cultivators.
They could run, but it didn't matter-Bai Zihan could catch them easily, so running only delayed the inevitable.
After slaughtering another group of Demonic Beasts, he searched for more when he spotted Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.
(Should I start killing them?)
Bai Zihan thought.
The rewards they gave were truly great, and now that he was much stronger, perhaps he should.
Those Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were avoiding him, and farming Points were being affected.
Not to ntion, it wasn't like before when he had needed to fight the Three Great Ascension Demonic Elders by himself.
He could sneak-attack the Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators who were currently fighting others.
Moreover, this might be the last chance that he could do so.
"Hmm... let's do that!"
Bai Zihan decided.
Whoosh!
He had already set his sights on one of the Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.
He was currently fighting Bai Feng in a very close battle.
They were the closest Great Ascension Realm fight, and hence the first target of Bai Zihan.
Whoosh! Whoosh-!
The Demonic Elder didn't notice Bai Zihan at first.
His entire focus was locked onto Bai Feng,
Blades clashed at close range, Qi and Demonic Qi grinding violently against each other.
Bai Feng pressed forward relentlessly, sharp and unwavering, leaving the Demonic Elder no room to breathe.
He was already at his limit.
Every exchange pushed him closer to collapse.
Then-
Sothing changed.
A faint chill crept up the Demonic Elder's spine.
Within thirty ters.
His pupils contracted violently.
(Intruder?!)
He turned just enough to glimpse Bai Zihan cutting through the battlefield like
a silent blade.
Bai Zihan!
Instant panic erupted.
(Eh?! What is that monster doing here?!)
Facing Bai Feng alone was already a struggle. Adding Bai Zihan into the mix ant only one thing-
Death!
The Demonic Elder didn't hesitate.
He twisted his body, Demonic Qi erupting as he prepared to flee, abandoning
the fight entirely.
But Bai Feng's eyes flashed cold.
"You're not going anywhere."
"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"
Nine sword phantoms blood around Bai Feng, each carrying real killing
intent.
The sword light overlapped and locked the surrounding space, sealing the Demonic Elder's escape path for a split second-
That was all Bai Zihan needed.
His figure blurred.
"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword-Flickering Shadow Step!"
Space rippled.
Bai Zihan vanished from sight.
The Demonic Elder's heart lurched-
And Bai Zihan was already there.
Too close.
Too fast.
Before the Demonic Elder could even scream-
"Second Form-Phantom Light Strike!"
A streak of cold light passed through his chest.
The Demonic Elder froze mid-motion, eyes wide with disbelief as his Demonic
Qi scattered uncontrollably.
A thin line appeared across his torso-
Then body split apart.
The corpse fell lifelessly from the sky.
Just like that.
A Great Ascension Demonic Elder-slain.
Bai Feng stared for a brief mont, then exhaled slowly, his grip tightening
around his sword.
"...Good timing."
Bai Feng looked at Bai Zihan, whose technique mastery was even higher than
his own.
He couldn't believe that he had once tried to force Bai Zihan into stepping down from the Heir's position.
Who could even be his competition? Even Bai Feng felt weak compared to him.
But well, considering Bai Zihan's previous behavior, he didn't think his decision
back then had been wrong either.
It was just that Bai Zihan had proven himself.
Otherwise, if he had stayed the sa as before, Bai Feng knew his decision
would have been right.
Bai Zihan turned, his expression calm and composed, as if killing a Great
Ascension Demonic Elder was nothing more than a routine task.
"Uncle," he said evenly, "go support the others here."
Bai Feng nodded, taking his command as if it were natural.
Then he looked back at Bai Zihan.
"And you?" Bai Feng asked, though he already knew the answer.
Bai Zihan's eyes lifted toward the distance, where several Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators were still locked in fierce battles, completely unaware of
what had just happened.
"I'll handle the Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivators!"
Bai Zihan replied simply, like it was a statent of fact.
Bai Feng felt a strange tightness in his chest.
For a brief mont, he wanted to say sothing-warn him, remind him to be
careful.
But the words never ca.
Bai Feng nodded heavily.
"Alright," he said. "Don't be reckless!"
Bai Zihan gave a faint smile.
Then his figure blurred.
Whoosh-!
He vanished, heading straight toward another Great Ascension battlefield.
Bai Zihan descended like a black cot.
The second Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator never even understood what
had gone wrong.
He was mid-battle, locked against a Bai Clan Elder, Demonic Qi surging as he
prepared a counterattack-
When space rippled.
Cold light flashed.
And his head separated from his body before his thoughts could catch up.
Blood rained from the sky.
Another Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator-dead.
The battlefield fell into a brief, eerie silence.
Then-
Panic spread.
The Demonic Cultivators finally understood.
Bai Zihan wasn't hunting Grade-9 Demonic Beasts anymore.
He had turned his blade toward them.
"He's targeting the Great Ascension Realm!"
"That monster-he's hunting us!"
"If this continues, we'll all die one by one!"
Fear twisted their expressions.
Unlike the beasts, they could think.
And thinking made the situation even more terrifying.
If they continued fighting as before, scattered across the battlefield, Bai Zihan would simply move from one fight to another-executing them cleanly, efficiently, without giving them any chance to respond.
Running wouldn't help.
Fighting alone was suicide.
Far from the main battlefield, five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators gathered swiftly, Demonic Qi converging as they ford a complex array midair.
Runes ignited.
Blood symbols burned.
"This formation-are you sure?" one of them growled.
"It only lasts five minutes," another replied grimly. "But once activated, no one can enter... and no one can leave."
Five minutes.
Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators.
Against Bai Zihan.
"That's enough," the leader said coldly. "If we don't do this, we die anyway."
They split apart, returning to the battlefield-each one deliberately revealing openings, baiting movents, drawing attention.
Whoosh-!
Bai Zihan cut down his third Great Ascension Demonic Cultivator with ruthless efficiency.
Blood scattered as the body fell, its Demonic Qi dispersing into nothingness.
Without pausing, Bai Zihan turned-already locking onto his next target. And stepped forward.
The mont his foot crossed the boundary-
HUM-!
The world lurched.
Space hardened like steel.
Scarlet runes ignited beneath his feet as demonic symbols carved themselves into the air.
A formation snapped shut.
The battlefield beyond blurred, twisted-and vanished.
Bai Zihan halted.
His eyes swept across the sealed domain, calm but sharp.
"...A formation."
He raised his sword and slashed casually.
BOOM!
Sword struck the boundary-
And rebounded violently.
The impact sent a ripple through the formation, but it did not break.
Bai Zihan's feet slid back half a step.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh? A Grade-5 Formation?"
The formation walls pulsed, absorbing the force, demonic runes stabilizing
instantly.
It hadn't even cracked.
Bai Zihan exhaled softly.
He was impressed-if only a little.
Then-
Five figures erged.
Five Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators stepped forward, their auras
overlapping as killing intent flooded the sealed space.
Their expressions were no longer fearful.
They were excited.
Triumphant.
"Hahaha... we finally caught you."
"Do you know how many of us you've killed?"
The leader stepped forward, eyes blazing with confidence.
"But that ends here."
"This formation seals space itself. No one can enter. No one can leave."
"And we all know what happened last ti you fought three Great Ascension
Elders."
"You survived," he said mockingly, "but you were left completely drained."
No Qi.
No strength.
Couldn't even stand.
"So tell ," the leader said coldly, spreading his arms, "what do you think
happens now?"
Five against one.
A sealed formation.
No escape.
No reinforcent.
Their Demonic Qi surged, filling the domain like a rising tide.
They were convinced.
Bai Zihan was finished.
Bai Zihan slowly lowered his sword.
He looked at them.
Then he smiled faintly.
"Let's find out," he said softly, "who is actually trapped."
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