I am Villain Cultivator
Chapter 46: Crisis of the Kilvish Clan (part-2)

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Crisis of the Kilvish Clan (part-2)

The skies over the Kilvish Clan were torn asunder.

The Eclipse Veil Formation, once the clan’s greatest shield, flickered erratically. Ancient runes that had stood for centuries now dimmed and pulsed like the fading heartbeat of a dying beast. Above, suspended in the heavens like a judgmental god, the Divine Realm cultivator known as Mirror Immortal extended his hand, drawing upon Qi so dense it distorted reality.

"Purple East Qi," he intoned, his voice calm and cosmic.

A radiant force descended, no longer just an attack, but a manifestation of Dao itself. The very fabric of space around the Kilvish stronghold warped, gravitational lines cracking like broken glass. The Veil howled in agony, shadows spinning like torn silk through the dome’s surface.

Within the shuddering dome, chaos erupted.

Elder Varun rushed through the rubble-strewn courtyard, eyes wide as he found Kaal staggering toward the battlefield, blood still fresh on his lips from the fight with Kevin Haze.

"Young Master!" Varun yelled.

Kaal ignored him. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward, the roars of battle drawing him like a moth to flame. "They’re destroying everything!" he snarled. "I have to help!"

But Varun moved faster. With one swift motion, he struck the side of Kaal’s neck.

Kaal’s crimson eyes widened... then dimmed. His body fell limply forward into Varun’s arms.

"I’m sorry," Varun whispered, catching him. "But you’re the future. You must live."

Turning swiftly, he handed Kaal’s unconscious body to Divya and Ashen, both standing nearby with conflicted expressions.

"Take him," Varun ordered, his voice tight with urgency. "You’re both geniuses of the Kilvish Clan’s you must go inside the hideout. Find a place to hide. Survive. And return one day."

Ashen hesitated, his fists clenched, teeth grinding. He knew what was coming. He’d read it in the novel. The fall wasn’t supposed to happen yet...but this was happening only place he could think of to survive was the inheritance ground in the kilvish clan, where he stole the Raven inheritance, but it was closed; only the true bloodline of the founder can now open it.

Divya, though visibly shaken, nodded. She took Kaal into her arms, eyes burning with silent resolve. "We will protect him," she said.

With a final look, Elder Varun turned and disappeared into the storm of battle.

Ashen stood still for a breath too long, his eyes fixed on Kaal’s unconscious body.

The battlefield roared around him. Qi clashed, the earth trembled, and the skies were breaking under divine pressure, but all of it felt distant, muted beneath the weight of his thoughts.

I could kill him here... the thought crossed his mind like a blade’s whisper. Kill him. Remove the variable. But... I need him. but

To unlock the Founder’s Inheritance Ground, the ancient sanctuary hidden deep within the Kilvish Clan’s ancestral grounds, blood was the key. Not just any blood, but blood of the direct Kilvish line. Ashen clenched his fists. He and Divya, no matter how talented they were both of them is outsiders without any Kilvish bloodline. Without Kaal, the gate would remain sealed.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic flood of emotions.

Then, with quiet urgency, he turned to Divya. "I know a place where we can survive. But we must go now. Follow me."

Divya hesitated. Her emerald eyes flickered with uncertainty as she glanced at the battlefield behind them. The clan she had sworn to serve was burning. But so was the boy who had carried its hopes. She nodded slowly. "Lead the way."

Just then, frantic footsteps echoed through the crumbling corridor behind them.

"Young Master!"

"Kaal!"

Mia and Jane rushed forward, their robes torn, faces pale with fear. Seeing Kaal lying unconscious, bruised and bloodied, panic overtook them. Mia dropped to her knees beside him, trembling. Jane immediately checked his pulse, her hands shaking.

"He’s breathing," Jane said, her voice barely holding together. "But he’s burning up from the inside."

"He’s alright," Ashen said quickly, though his voice was sharp with impatience. "There’s no time to explain. The battle’s lost. You two, if you want him to live, follow me."

Mia looked up, tears clinging to her lashes. "Where are you taking him?"

"To the only place in this clan that still might protect us," Ashen answered, already kneeling to lift Kaal’s limp form onto his back.

His eyes swept over them all: the fallen genius, the two loyal maids, and Divya, the phoenix-blooded outsider. No one else. Just them.

Without wasting another word, Ashen turned and bolted into the shadows of the inner courtyard, feet silent over stone now cracked by war. Behind him, Divya followed swiftly, Mia and Jane close behind, hearts pounding and eyes wide.

Their destination: the ancestral burial grounds of the Kilvish Clan.

And within it, perhaps the last hope for survival.

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At the heart of the devastation, Charles Kilvish stood tall, shadows spiralling around him like living armour. Across from him, Elder Adaeze of the Storm Clan, one of the Ten Heavenly Dragons, descended like divine retribution. His presence tore lightning from the clouds, his eyes sparking with boundless fury.

"This is your end, Charles," Adaeze spat, the wind swirling violently around him. "The day Bella chose you... that was the day I began to dream of your death."

Charles’s fists clenched. "Then it was never about the clan. Only your jealousy."

With a roar, their powers collided.

Adaeze’s thunder-infused fists shattered walls. Charles countered with waves of compressed shadow and gravity, each step distorting the terrain beneath him. The sky above turned a chaotic grey as their clash warped the heavens themselves.

But Charles began to falter.

Even with his Sea Realm cultivation, Adaeze’s strength, half a step into the Divine Realm, was overwhelming. Charles was driven back, shoulder bleeding, his breathing erratic.

A blast of lightning sent him crashing to one knee.

Adaeze raised his arm, power condensing into a single, spear-like bolt of storm Qi. "You die now."

But just before he could strike—

"—You’re not alone."

With a thunderous explosion of Qi, Grand Elder William Kilvish joined the fray. His fist, wrapped in gravity-infused light, collided with Adaeze’s incoming strike. A shockwave erupted, forcing all three back and cracking the plaza beneath them.

Then, a familiar voice rang out behind him, calm, firm, and unyielding.

"Your opponent is not one... but two."

William Kilvish stepped into view, his robes fluttering from the residual spiritual pressure. He walked up to Charles’s side, his expression unreadable, and took position without hesitation.

"Sorry I came late," William said quietly, eyes fixed on Adaeze. "Elder George and the others are holding the formation lines. I came as soon as I ensured their safety."

Charles glanced at him. There had always been tension between the two philosophical differences, unspoken rivalries, but right now, none of it mattered.

They were both sons of Kilvish blood. And today, their clan was under siege.

"Good," Charles murmured. "Then let’s remind them why the Kilvish Clan is still one of the Nine Giants."

Their auras surged together, shadow and gravity intertwining in a disciplined harmony honed by decades of battle. Adaeze’s sneer widened.

"Oh? The prodigal brothers stand united now?" he mocked, lightning flaring at his fingertips. "Do you think that’ll make a difference?"

William’s gaze remained steady. "We don’t have to defeat you, Adaeze. We only need to hold you back."

Charles added, his voice like steel, "And we will. For as long as it takes."

With a thunderous roar, the sky split once more, and the battle resumed, fiercer than ever.

Together, they advanced.

The battlefield became a war of titans, gravity and shadow versus lightning and storm. Though Adaeze still held the upper hand, his strikes slowed. William’s precise pressure, combined with Charles’s relentless power, forced him to exert effort.

Blood streamed down Adaeze’s lip. He licked it with a grin.

"You two make a decent team. But this world... doesn’t belong to the old."

And still, from high above, Mirror Immortal watched.

His expression remained unchanged. Cold. Distant.

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Elsewhere on the battlefield, Elder Alvin faced off against Elder Adrian, the "Painted Fan" of the Jeral Clan. Their clash was as much beauty as it was brutality. Alvin’s raw flame-imbued strength clashed against Adrian’s elegant yet deadly spatial arts.

"Do you truly think you can win?" Adrian teased, snapping his jewelled fan open as blades of invisible force lanced toward Alvin’s chest.

Alvin roared in response, punching through the air and scattering the spatial threads. "You traitorous peacock! I’ll burn that smug smile off your face!"

The battle raged across every corner of the Kilvish estate.

And above it all, the black veil of the Eclipse Formation began to crack.

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