My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading - Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Today, No One Leaves Here Alive!
The person from the Monkey King Sect spoke again in anger. “Damn you, Feng Fan! You dare to do the deed but not to admit it!”

“You killed the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, kidnapped the Qian Emperor’s daughter, cuckolded the Heavenly Demon’s sect leader, hoarded all the resources meant for the younger generation, and annihilated countless sects over the slightest grievances. Two top sects, Blue Dragon and Heavenly Demon, were reduced to ashes by your hand! And you still dare to deny it?!”

Feng Fan’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the people surrounding him. Spiritual qi surged from their bodies, ready to strike at any moment.

“They dared to plot against me. Why shouldn’t I return the favor?”

Feng Fan’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he continued, his tone dripping with mockery at those around him. “Your so-called young generation is so pathetic they couldn’t even defeat the weakest talent to ever walk the Black Turtle Continent. It’s their own fault for being so weak.”

“Damn you, Feng Fan!” another voice roared, brimming with rage. “If it weren’t for your schemes, twisting right and wrong, and deceiving both the young and the old, would they have ever lost to you?”

Feng Fan turned to the second speaker, it was none other than Wan Fang, the elder from the disbanded Heavenly Sword Sect who had been hiding within the Monkey King Sect.

This time, he wasn’t wearing the robes of the Monkey King Sect but those of the Heavenly Sword Sect. It seemed he no longer wished to conceal his true allegiance.

Wan Fang continued, his voice filled with venom. “The damned White Crow sect that brought you here will perish alongside you! Even as we speak, others are wiping out every last one of your people.”

But Feng Fan’s expression remained calm, unfazed by the threat.

A low chuckle escaped Feng Fan’s lips. “Heh… You really thought you could scheme against me without me knowing?”

The person from the Monkey King Sect’s voice rang out again, a mix of surprise and disbelief in its words. “Impossible! There’s no way you could have known of our plan. Only the leaders of each force on the Black Turtle Continent were privy to this. None of them would ever conspire with a snake like you!”

Feng Fan chuckled softly, the sound dripping with contempt. “Do I need your pathetic help to outwit you? Your schemes are so obvious I could see them coming from kilometers away!”

“Lies!” the person from the Monkey King Sect roared, his body trembling with fury. “If you truly knew from the beginning, would you have dared to come here and walk straight into our trap? Surrounded by all the top forces of the Qian Empire, do you really believe you can escape?”

Feng Fan threw his head back, laughing heartily, his voice resonating so powerfully that it seemed to shake the very heavens. “A trap, you say? Tell me… was it I who walked into yours, or all of you who walked into mine?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Feng Fan activated the arrays he had set in place beforehand. The skies erupted with blinding light.

In an instant, countless shimmering formations materialized, forming an inescapable cage around the hundreds of cultivators surrounding him.

The people here weren’t fools. The moment they realized what had happened, their faces twisted in anger, Feng Fan had turned their own ambush into a trap of his own!

The stronger cultivators, those in the Dao Seeking realm, immediately lunged at Feng Fan. If they could kill him, the arrays would be useless.

But they were already caught in Feng Fan’s web. How could he give them a chance to fight back?

Dozens of lightning bolts and spiritual qi swords rained down like judgment from the heavens, striking those who dared to move against him.

Feng Fan’s hands moved swiftly, guiding the array with precision. One after another, his enemies fell, their numbers dwindling rapidly under his relentless assault.

Many fell into despair, abandoning any thoughts of confronting Feng Fan. They turned to flee, only to realize a barrier blocked their escape.

“Impossible!” one voice cried, trembling with shock.

“How could this happen?!” another shouted, disbelief turning into panic.

“Feng Fan!” a final voice roared, seething with fury. “Even in death, I will hunt you down as a ghost!”

“Hunt me in death? You must be senile… Who said I’ll let even your soul escape?” Replied Feng Fan, with a smirk.

With a flick of his sleeve, Feng Fan summoned the Suppression Relic and raised it high toward the heavens.

“Today, no one leaves here alive!” His eyes gleamed with excitement.

How could he not be thrilled? Not only was he wiping out those who plotted against him, but he was also about to make a fortune!

With so many powerful cultivators present, his only concern was whether he had enough hands to rob them all fast enough!

Feng Fan used qi stones from his space ring to fuel the Suppression Relic without hesitation. The weapon glowed red as it absorbed the surge of spiritual qi.

“Little Brick, go!” he shouted, hurling it toward the nearest Golden Core Formation cultivator he could see.

The Suppression Relic pulsed with excitement as it crushed skulls to a pulp. Instead of returning to Feng Fan’s hands, it continued rampaging, smashing every head in sight.

While the relic handled the weaker cultivators, Feng Fan focused on controlling the arrays. His hands, charged with powerful spiritual qi, moved ceaselessly, wiping out those in the Dao Seeking and Spirit Severing realms.

Desperate, the trapped cultivators turned their attacks on the barrier Feng Fan had created. But no matter how fiercely they struck, their spiritual techniques barely made it tremble.

“We can’t escape! Our only chance is to kill Feng Fan. Everyone, attack together!”

The experienced cultivators knew he was right. They gathered together and lunged at Feng Fan, attempting to overwhelm him with human wave tactics.