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

A wave of instinctive fear rippled through their ranks. The aura radiating from the image wasn't something a Dao Seeking cultivator should be capable of summoning; it was too vivid.

Before anyone could process the terrifying sight, Feng Fan's eyes shot open, gleaming with boundless power. In an instant, the battlefield behind him dissolved into light and was absorbed—not into Feng Fan himself, but into the arrays that shimmered faintly around his body.

And then he moved.

For the first time since the battle began, Feng Fan soared closer to his enemies, crossing the perimeter of his rebound array. He flew like a bullet, a spear of death cutting through the air.

A Transcending Tribulation expert from Green Mountain saw Feng Fan speeding toward them and sneered, anger bubbling in his chest. He was furious—at Feng Fan's arrogance, and at himself for showing fear toward a mere Dao Seeking cultivator.

"Fool! You dare leave your array? Die!" he roared.

With a swing of his sword, space itself tore. The blade unleashed a devastating arc of sword intent, distorting the air and ripping through the void. The pressure of the attack enveloped the battlefield in a domain of slicing force, cutting everything it touched into shreds.

But Feng Fan didn't slow down.

He looked at the oncoming slash and grinned.

Clenching his right hand into a fist, he met the attack head-on; not with his body, but with the array that shimmered faintly around his arm. The moment the slash collided with the invisible barrier, it evaporated, dissolving like salt cast into boiling water.

The Green Mountain expert barely had time to register what happened before Feng Fan appeared in front of him like a phantom.

With his left fist drawn back, Feng Fan struck.

The same sword intent that had moments ago been directed at him now coiled around his punch like a layer of ethereal blades. As his fist connected, the intent exploded outward with devastating force, amplified by the very essence of the enemy's own technique.

The cultivator's body was torn apart in an instant, shredded into pieces by the enhanced sword intent. Even his soul was sliced to ribbons, leaving no chance for escape or reincarnation.

Silence followed for a heartbeat.

They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. These weren't inexperienced cultivators; many among them were veterans of countless battles. Yet, even if none had ever seen such a phenomenon before, most quickly realized what Feng Fan had done.

He had engraved an array directly onto his body.

A murmur ran through the stunned crowd.

"Is this… what a tier 9 Array Master is capable of?" one of the Array Masters muttered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and dread.

Feng Fan heard the words and smirked inwardly. 'Not really. You guys could do it too, if you weren't so damn stupid.'

Wasting no time, he moved again, his figure blurring as he tore through the ranks of the Green Mountain forces. It didn't matter whether the cultivators were in the Dao Seeking, Return To Void, or even the Transcending Tribulation realm. Before the power of his arrays and overwhelming speed, they all fell the same way. Equal in death.

Song Xiaohui watched in horror as what once resembled a mighty, well-organized army quickly crumbled. Feng Fan was a whirlwind of slaughter, his power erasing any illusion of power and control she once had.

She turned to the tier 8 Array Master at her side, Green Mountain's most skilled expert in the craft.

"Is there anything we can do?" she asked, her voice slightly tense, barely masking her desperation.

The man's face was pale, his expression grim. He shook his head.

"If it were a tier 8 array, perhaps… but this?" He looked toward Feng Fan, now surrounded by corpses. "We can't break a tier 9 array. Only another tier 9 Array Master or someone in the Immortal Ascension Realm could even stand a chance."

Just as Feng Fan turned his gaze toward her, Song Xiaohui clenched her fists. The challenge was lost. Continuing the fight would mean nothing but the complete annihilation of her forces. Swallowing her pride, she reached into her robes and pulled out the token bestowed upon her by the Intergalactic Council before the challenge began.

Without hesitation, she crushed it in her hand.

Feng Fan didn't move to stop her. There was no need. The message had already been delivered, loud and clear. He only hoped that others would understand the warning. If not, he would be forced to waste more of his time returning to this place… just to keep slaughtering fools.

'What an unrewarding job,' Feng Fan thought with a sigh. There was nothing to be gained from this massacre. No thrill. No satisfaction. Even the spoils of war were beneath him. Whatever treasures these people carried, none were worth the effort.

Unless one of them happened to carry an immortal artifact, like that unfortunate fool from the Obsidian Court, everything else was worthless. He already possessed more than enough cultivation resources for his future breakthroughs, along with unrestricted access to everything Red Pole had to offer.

Now that Red Pole controlled the resources of several vassal civilizations, their wealth was anything but meager.

In the next instant, a blinding light enveloped the space. Both Feng Fan and every surviving member of Green Mountain were forcibly ejected from the pocket dimension.

The sands settled once more, and the desert fell silent again.

Outside the pocket dimension, the envoys from the Intergalactic Council stared at Feng Fan in stunned silence. A single man had slaughtered an army of a hundred thousand cultivators, all of them stronger than himself, and forced the survivors into surrender. It was a feat that defied reason.

But Feng Fan paid them no mind. His gaze drifted toward Fan Ying, and he gave a casual nod. "Shall we go back? Hopefully, no one else shows up. I'd rather not keep wasting my time."

Fan Ying smiled faintly and nodded. Without another word, the two turned and disappeared into the distance, returning to Red Pole.