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Chapter 418 Then I'll Make You Speak
Bai Zihan emerged from the torn rift of space at the edge of the Great Wilderness.
The sky here was darker, the clouds tinged with an ashen hue, as if the land itself rejected the heavens.
Below him stretched endless desolation-jagged mountains, cracked earth, and forests so ancient and twisted that even sunlight struggled to penetrate them. He stopped mid-air.
But finding the Demonic Cultivators would not be easy.
The Great Wilderness was vast-far too vast. Even if thousands of people searched for a year, they wouldn't be able to explore 10 percent of it. Worse still, there was no guarantee they were even here anymore.
They might have already retreated after the failed invasion.
Bai Zihan closed his eyes briefly, then spoke inwardly.
"Feilian," he said.
Within his sea of consciousness, a luminous figure stirred.
Her voice echoed, calm yet edged with unmistakable concern.
"Bai Zihan," Feilian said slowly, "I advise you to retreat!"
Her tone sharpened.
If Bai Zihan were to encounter Demonic Cultivators alone-especially one on the level of Mó Zūn-even she might not be able to save him.
It was not a warning born of caution. It was a statement of fact.
Charging headfirst into demonic territory alone was madness—a reckless act that would almost certainly end in death.
Immortal Emperor Feilian waited for his usual response-cold dismissal, absolute confidence, or stubborn silence.
Instead, Bai Zihan opened his eyes.
"Please!"
The word was quiet.
And utterly unlike him.
For the first time since she had known him, Feilian felt it clearly-not rage, not arrogance but Desperation.
"Help me find them," Bai Zihan requested.
Immortal Emperor Feilian fell silent.
Within the vastness of his consciousness, time seemed to stretch.
She didn't think that Bai Zihan-the arrogant young master-would plead for a mortal girl.
He never had, even when he himself was in danger.
"Very well," she said at last. "But I can't help it if they are outside my perception."
Her presence expanded outward, no longer confined to his soul.
An invisible wave of divine perception surged forth, sweeping across mountains, ravines, and buried ruins-probing, searching, listening. One breath.
Two.
Then-
Her voice snapped sharp.
"There!"
Bai Zihan's eyes flared open.
"To the northeast."
Feilian said.
That was all he needed.
BOOM!
Space thundered as Bai Zihan vanished, tearing through the air in the direction she indicated.
The ground below split under the pressure of his passing, ancient beasts cowering as a streak of death carved across the sky.
His killing intent surged once more, sharper than before.
They were here.
***
Deep within the Great Wilderness, a temporary encampment lay hidden within
a ravine.
Torches burned with sickly green flames.
Several Demonic Cultivators sat gathered around, their expressions dark.
After all, their invasion had failed, and they had lost too many people.
"This invasion was a joke."
"We lost too much-for nothing."
"Those Demonic Beasts were useless. Even that Half-Qilin was killed easily."
They couldn't stop talking about it.
"That Bai Clan-no, that Bai Zihan."
The name alone seemed to lower the temperature.
"He's not human. I saw it myself. Spirit Severing Realm, yet he slaughtered
Great Ascension Realm Elders."
"Don't exaggerate-"
"Exaggerate? He cut them down while smiling."
Silence fell!
Then another voice spoke, hoarse and shaken.
"I was there... when Elder Mo Kuang died."
The cultivators turned.
"He begged. You know that? A Great Ascension Realm expert begged for his life
before someone in the Spirit Severing Realm."
The speaker swallowed.
"Bai Zihan didn't even hesitate. He is a true demon!"
"That monster-"
Bang!
"Enough!"
The word cracked through the ravine like a whip.
Mo Tianji stepped forward, anger burning in his eyes.
His face was pale, fists clenched, eyes filled with restrained fury.
"Shut up. All of you!"
The demonic cultivators fell silent instantly.
Mo Tianji's chest
and fell as emories surged unbidden.
Three Great Ascension Realm Elders.
Dead.
Killed right in front of him.
He still remembered it-too clearly.
Mo Tianji had been there, watching in horror.
He hadn't dared to move.
Even when Bai Zihan was injured and unable to move, he didn't dare go after
him.
He felt inferior.
Compared to Bai Zihan, what was he?
A weakling-not the genius everyone praised him as.
"...Damn it!"
Mo Tianji hissed under his breath.
Just remembering Bai Zihan made his heart tighten.
And then-
RIIIP-!
Space tore open above the ravine.
A violent spatial rift split the sky, raw and domineering.
Those at Void Refinement Realm and above felt it instantly-the distortion.
But something was wrong.
"This isn't Demonic Qi," someone whispered.
"It's Qi."
Pure.
Violent.
Overwhelming.
The rift widened.
A figure stepped out.
The moment he appeared, killing intent crashed down like an execution blade.
Some Demonic Cultivators dropped to their knees on the spot.
A single voice echoed across the ravine, cold and absolute.
"Mo Zun, come out!"
Bai Zihan shouted. "Who is courting death?"
"How dare he mention our leader without respect?"
"Huh? Isn't he Bai Zihan?"
At first, they thought someone had come to commit suicide.
Then they saw him clearly.
Immediately, the Demonic Cultivators recognized him.
How could they not?
Just a day earlier, Bai Zihan had been wreaking havoc, cutting them down like
grass.
Some felt old terror resurface-like Mo Tianji.
Others clenched their fists, thinking it was time for revenge.
Bai Zihan hovered in the torn sky, his killing intent locking onto the
encampment like an execution seal.
Mo Zün didn't come out.
"Feilian," he asked without looking away. "Can you sense Luo Qing?"
A brief pause.
Then-
"No!"
The single word fell like a hammer.
For half a breath, Bai Zihan did not move.
Then the temperature dropped.
The sky darkened as if responding to his will. The air twisted, groaning under invisible pressure.
His eyes narrowed, crimson light blooming within them.
"So that's how it is..."
His grip tightened.
The killing intent that followed was no longer restrained.
It was absolute.
Bai Zihan raised his sword.
The blade hummed, trembling violently as laws gathered around it.
Fate itself seemed to shudder, threads snapping and tangling as an ancient, forbidden intent awakened.
"If Mo Zun doesn't want to show up, then I shall force him."
His cultivation rose to the Great Ascension Realm.
"Fate Severing Slash!"
The sword descended.
Just a single, thin line of light-descending from the sky.
Then-
BOOOOOOM-!!!
The world split.
The ravine below was cleaved open like rotten flesh.
Mountains collapsed inward, forests were erased, and the demonic encampment was swallowed by annihilation.
Thousands of Demonic Cultivators didn't even have time to scream.
Below Spirit Severing Realm-dead.
Void Refinement-erased.
Bodies disintegrated before blood could spill, souls shredded by the severing of fate itself.
Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivators appeared and protected those who they could.
But even they, at such small notice, couldn't protect everyone.
A bottomless chasm replaced what had once been an encampment.
They were flung outward like broken dolls-bleeding, bones shattered, expressions frozen in sheer terror.
Smoke and dust rose endlessly.
Silence followed.
Then-
Black mist gathered.
Demonic Qi surged.
From the heart of the shattered ravine, a figure rose.
Eyes like abyssal pits swallowing all light.
Mó Zũn
The leader of the Demonic Cultivators finally appeared.
He glanced at the ruined land below-at the corpses, or rather, the absence of corpses-and sighed softly.
"What a pity."
His gaze lifted, locking onto Bai Zihan.
"So many of my people... erased in a single strike."
The air grew heavy as his presence fully unfolded-ancient, tyrannical,
overwhelming.
"You've done great damage," Mó Zūn continued, his voice low and amused, yet edged with danger.
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Tell me, Bai youngling..."
His eyes gleamed coldly.
"How do you plan to pay for it?"
Bai Zihan looked at him.
A cold, absolute stillness- as if Mó Zun's presence, his aura, his power, meant nothing at all.
"Mo Zun," Bai Zihan said slowly, each word heavy with restrained intent, "I will
ask this once."
The surrounding air trembled.
"Where is Luo Qing?"
For a moment, Mó Zün blinked.
"...Luo Qing?"
The name clearly meant nothing to him. He frowned slightly, searching his memory, then shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The stillness around Bai Zihan shattered.
His killing intent surged, sharp enough to cut the heavens.
"The girl," Bai Zihan said, his voice dropping dangerously low, "the one your Demonic Cultivators kidnapped from the Bai Clan."
Understanding dawned.
Mó Zūn's lips curled upward.
"Oh."
A soft, amused sound escaped him.
"Her?"
He didn't deny it.
There was no need.
In the first place, there was nothing to hide.
"Keke..." Mó Zun chuckled darkly. "So that's it. The Bai Clan's peerless young
monster... rushing alone into the Great Wilderness."
His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.
"You want to sacrifice your life for a mere mortal girl?"
He shook his head slowly, laughter deepening.
"What a disappointment."
Then his smile sharpened.
"Unfortunately," Mó Zun continued, his voice dripping with malice, "you will
never see her again."
The words struck.
Bai Zihan's fingers clenched so tightly that blood seeped from his palm.
Veins stood out along his forearm.
His breath grew heavy.
"Where is she?"
This time, the question was no longer calm.
It was a demand-absolute, tyrannical, laced with killing intent so dense that
the surviving Great Ascension Realm cultivators instinctively retreated.
Mó Zün met his gaze without fear.
"Do you think," he said lightly, "that I would answer you?"
The world seemed to hold its breath.
Above the shattered ravine, Bai Zihan slowly raised his sword once more.
His eyes burned, crimson light spilling out like molten blood.
"Then I'll make you speak!"