Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 715: Ran Juechen’s Ambition

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately became excited once again.

After all, this was the world of Demonic Cultivators, where strength determined everything.

Among Demonic Cultivators, there were no complicated rules.

There was no such thing as absolute loyalty.

No one cared about seniority.

The strong ruled.

The weak obeyed.

That was the law they followed.

If Ran Juechen was stronger than Mo Zun, then Ran Juechen had every right to take his position.

"If Mo Zun is weaker than you, then why should he remain our leader?"

More and more people voiced their agreement.

Ran Juechen’s confidence continued growing.

Everything was going exactly as he expected.

With his cultivation at the Peak Earth Immortal Realm—

Who could stop him?

Mo Zun?

Ran Juechen sneered internally.

Even if Mo Zun was also a Peak Earth Immortal, Ran Juechen did not fear him.

If they truly fought—

He was confident in his own strength.

Furthermore, he now had the support of countless Demonic Cultivators.

Mo Zun’s position was already unstable.

Ran Juechen slowly stood up.

"Then—"

He was about to continue.

However, a calm voice suddenly echoed throughout the tavern.

"Oh?"

The entire tavern instantly turned toward the source of the voice.

"Do you want to rebel?"

Ran Juechen’s expression suddenly froze.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators also became silent.

Their expressions gradually changed.

That voice...

Everyone slowly turned toward the entrance of the tavern.

A figure stood there.

No one had noticed when he arrived.

He simply stood quietly near the entrance.

His hands were behind his back.

His expression was calm.

However, the moment Ran Juechen saw him, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The person standing at the entrance was none other than—

Mo Zun!

For several moments, no one dared to speak.

The previously excited atmosphere completely disappeared.

Just moments ago, countless people had been shouting about overthrowing Mo Zun.

Now, they didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

After all, no matter how eager they had been, they had only been talking behind his back.

Now that Mo Zun was here in person, who would dare to say those things?

Even if they disliked his orders, he was still the strongest person there.

Mo Zun slowly looked around the tavern.

His gaze swept across every Demonic Cultivator.

No one could tell what he was thinking.

Then, his eyes finally stopped on Ran Juechen.

"Oh, Ran Juechen."

His voice was calm.

"So you want my position?"

Ran Juechen’s expression gradually became serious.

However, after several moments, he slowly straightened his back.

He was a Peak Earth Immortal now.

Why should he fear Mo Zun?

A powerful aura slowly emerged from his body.

Ran Juechen looked directly at Mo Zun.

Then, a smile appeared on his face.

"That’s right."

His words echoed throughout the completely silent tavern.

"I do!"

The tavern remained completely silent.

Everyone could feel the tension in the air.

However, Mo Zun did not immediately attack.

Instead, he slowly shook his head.

"Ran Juechen."

His voice was calm.

"I’ll give you another chance."

Mo Zun continued.

"I will ask again."

His gaze remained fixed on Ran Juechen.

"Do you want my position?"

Everyone remained completely silent and simply watched.

After all, openly challenging the leader of the Demonic Cultivators was no small matter.

However, Ran Juechen suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha!"

His laughter was filled with mockery.

He thought that Mo Zun not attacking him meant that Mo Zun was wary of him.

"Another chance?"

He looked directly at Mo Zun.

"Do you still think I’m the same Ran Juechen from before?"

Boom!

A powerful aura erupted from his body.

The aura of a Peak Earth Immortal!

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately felt a powerful pressure.

Ran Juechen raised his head proudly.

"Mo Zun!"

His eyes were filled with arrogance.

"You should be the one taking this opportunity."

Mo Zun’s expression remained unchanged.

Ran Juechen sneered.

"You have been the leader of the Demonic Cultivators for so many years."

His voice gradually became louder.

"Yet what have you done recently?"

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators became silent.

Ran Juechen pointed toward Mo Zun.

"You led us into the Desolate Heaven Empire. We suffered a defeat. Then what?"

His expression was filled with contempt.

"You ordered us to hide like cowards!"

Ran Juechen’s gaze swept across the surrounding Demonic Cultivators.

"Look at us!"

His voice became increasingly louder.

"We are Demonic Cultivators!"

"We should be free!"

"We should do whatever we want!"

"But because of you—"

Ran Juechen looked directly at Mo Zun.

"We have been hiding like rats!"

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators remained silent.

However, many of them had complicated expressions.

Because—

Although Ran Juechen’s words were straightforward—

They shared the same dissatisfaction.

Ran Juechen sneered.

"You are a failure as the leader of the Demonic Cultivators!"

The entire place became even quieter.

No one expected him to say those words directly.

Ran Juechen, however, showed no hesitation.

"You have failed every Demonic Cultivator. You have failed as our leader. And now..."

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

"You are even afraid of a single clan!"

Several Demonic Cultivators immediately lowered their heads.

Ran Juechen laughed.

"Hahaha! The leader of the Demonic Cultivators, Mo Zun!"

He spread his arms.

"Reduced to hiding because he is afraid of the Bai Clan!"

His eyes were filled with contempt.

"What a joke!"

Mo Zun quietly watched him.

His expression remained calm.

However, a strange smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Ran Juechen!"

Ran Juechen stopped laughing.

Mo Zun slowly tilted his head.

"Do you truly believe that I ordered the Demonic Cultivators to hide because I was afraid of the Bai Clan?"

Ran Juechen scoffed.

"Isn’t that obvious?"

His expression was filled with disdain.

"You fought that fledgling, Bai Zihan, years ago and nearly died. And ever since then, you’ve been hiding!"

Ran Juechen sneered.

"Is there even a need to guess?"

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators also looked toward Mo Zun.

They also wanted to hear his answer.

"Kekeke..."

A strange laugh suddenly escaped Mo Zun’s mouth.

The sound caused several Demonic Cultivators to unconsciously shiver.

Mo Zun slowly began laughing.

"Kekekeke..."

Ran Juechen frowned.

Mo Zun gradually stopped laughing.

"If that is what you believe..."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Then I’ll give you an opportunity today."

Ran Juechen narrowed his eyes.

Mo Zun slowly raised one hand.

"Come!"

His voice was calm.

"Fight me!"

Silence!

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators widened their eyes.

Mo Zun looked directly at Ran Juechen.

"If you defeat me..."

His smile widened.

"The position of the leader of the Demonic Cultivators will be yours."

The entire place immediately erupted in excitement.

Ran Juechen’s eyes immediately brightened.

This was exactly what he wanted.

Strength determined everything among Demonic Cultivators.

If he defeated Mo Zun—

No one would be able to question his position.

From Mo Zun’s earlier attitude, he thought that Mo Zun was just pretending to be tough.

Ran Juechen smiled.

"You said it yourself."

Ran Juechen slowly stepped forward.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body.

Boom!!!

The entire ground trembled.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately retreated.

Ran Juechen’s cultivation erupted without restraint.

The powerful aura of a Peak Earth Immortal swept through the entire tavern.

The tables shook.

The cups shattered.

Even the walls began cracking.

"Hahaha!"

Ran Juechen laughed loudly.

"Then don’t blame me!"

His eyes flashed with excitement.

For years, Mo Zun had stood above them.

Now, Ran Juechen finally had the opportunity to challenge him.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators watched excitedly.

A battle between two Peak Earth Immortals!

Such a battle would undoubtedly be spectacular.

They could not help but look forward to it.

Ran Juechen moved.

Boom!!!

His figure disappeared.

He transformed into a black streak of light and rushed directly toward Mo Zun.

A terrifying amount of Demonic Qi gathered around his fist.

Everyone watched in excitement.

A great battle was about to begin!

However—

The next moment—

Slash!

Ran Juechen’s body suddenly stopped.

His eyes widened.

The Demonic Qi surrounding him instantly disappeared.

The excited expressions of the surrounding Demonic Cultivators froze.

For several moments—

No one understood what had happened.

Then a thin line of blood appeared across Ran Juechen’s waist.

Drip! Drip!

Blood slowly fell onto the ground.

Ran Juechen slowly lowered his head.

His pupils contracted.

"What..."

His body suddenly separated.

Splash!

Ran Juechen’s body was split into two.

His upper body crashed onto the ground.

His lower body remained standing for a brief moment before collapsing.

Silence!

The entire place became deathly quiet.

Everyone stared at Ran Juechen’s corpse.

Their minds had completely stopped working.

A Peak Earth Immortal—

Dead?

Just like that?

They had not even seen Mo Zun move.

There had been no powerful attack.

No terrifying technique.

No great battle.

Only—

Slash!

And Ran Juechen was dead.

Mo Zun slowly looked at his corpse.

The faint smile on his face remained.

Then—

"Kekeke..."

His strange laughter echoed throughout the completely silent tavern.

"Who else..."

Mo Zun slowly raised his head.

His cold eyes swept across every Demonic Cultivator present.

"Wants my position?"