My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 248: Ritual Completed

Su Xiaoli didn't wait for Cheng Guo to make a move. She opened her silver fan, and a burst of cold qi surged around her, turning her hair and eyes silver.

"Freezing Moon!" A huge, icy moon appeared behind her, freezing the ground as she charged at Cheng Guo.

"God Killer Slash!" Cheng Guo roared, and a shadowy figure with a menacing sword appeared behind him. Cracks formed on the ground as he lunged at Su Xiaoli.

When the fan and sword clashed, Cheng Guo felt the freezing energy trying to seep into his body. He gritted his teeth and pushed back with his sword intent and qi, forcing the cold away.

But Su Xiaoli wasn't about to make it easy for him.

She sped up her cultivation technique, drawing more spiritual qi from her dantian. The cold energy from the silver fan grew even stronger, slowly freezing Cheng Guo's sword.

"No... Impossible!" Cheng Guo's eyes widened in disbelief.

He was the leader of the younger generation—how could he lose here? He gritted his teeth, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

It would be the last thing he tasted. The cold energy crept from his sword to his hands, and soon his whole body was encased in ice.

With an expression as cold as her power, Su Xiaoli closed her fan and swung it toward Cheng Guo, shattering his frozen body into dozens of pieces. The silver in her hair and eyes faded, returning to their usual black.

Her body felt weak, the transformation taking a heavy toll on her. She looked around the battlefield and saw that the fight would be over soon. Out of the fifty cultivators sent to stop them, thirty were already dead or unconscious.

But Su Xiaoli's expression hardened when she noticed the other fifty cultivators still chanting. The square object at the center was almost completely white.

Ignoring the pain, she raised her silver fan again, ready to stop the ritual—only for a woman to appear in front of her.

"You're not going anywhere," the woman sneered, her spear dancing in the air as she forced Su Xiaoli back.

"Fan'er! We don't have much time—stop the ritual!" Su Xiaoli shouted, desperate to warn her group.

Feng Fan's eyes narrowed as he spotted the square object glowing brighter. "Not on my watch."

He kicked off the ground, surging forward, but three cultivators blocked his path, weapons raised above their heads.

"You're not going anywhere!" one of them shouted, their blades slicing through the air toward Feng Fan.

He scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "Tch, get lost!"

Feng Fan summoned the Suppression Relic, pouring his spiritual qi into it. Just as the blades were about to meet the relic, he unleashed a surge of energy, causing a shockwave that blasted the three cultivators backward. They hit the ground hard, rolling a few meters before forcing themselves upright, blood dripping from their mouths.

But they didn't back down. Despite their injuries, they pushed themselves to their feet. Their eyes burned with resolve—they would protect the ritual at any cost, even if it meant their lives.

Feng Fan clicked his tongue, annoyed by their persistence. "Stubborn fools."

"Mountain Cutting Slash!"

"Praying Mantis Sword Arts!"

"Void Slash!"

The cultivators unleashed their strongest techniques at once, spiritual qi radiating from their swords. Blades glowed with deadly light as phantom images surged toward Feng Fan.

Feng Fan didn't flinch. "Little Brick, do it!"

The Suppression Relic hummed with excitement, greedily drawing spiritual qi from the qi stones inside his space ring. One by one, the stones crumbled to dust, their energy drained completely.

The relic glowed with a fierce crimson light, pulsating with power.

Feng Fan gritted his teeth as the attacks from three different directions closed in. The relic's current size wouldn't be enough to block them all.

"Grow!" he commanded, and the Suppression Relic responded, swelling to cover him completely.

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With a powerful push, he willed it forward, and the massive object barreled ahead like a charging truck—the one that would send them to the afterlife!

Their blades crashed against the Suppression Relic's surface, but their weapons shattered on impact, splintering into useless fragments.

Panic flashed across their faces as the relic continued forward, mercilessly crushing their bodies. Bones snapped, and a surge of spiritual qi invaded their meridians, wreaking havoc within. Moments later, the relic slammed into the ground, leaving nothing but a smear of blood and pulp beneath it.

Feng Fan turned his gaze toward the square object, his eyes widening as he noticed the foreign cultivators smirking at him and his group. The ritual was complete!

The object, now glowing white and brimming with spiritual qi, fired a shockwave into the ground before sinking a few meters below. Underground, three other similar objects in the island's corners lit up, and beams of light shot from each, connecting to form a perfect square.

As the formation stabilized, all those not aligned with the foreign faction felt a sudden weakness sapping their strength—including Feng Fan's group. Feng Fan staggered, his energy draining fast. A powerful pull seemed to be ripping his cultivation from within.

'Who am I?' he thought, his eyes blazing with determination. 'The successor of the Heavens Suppression Sect! Nothing in this universe can suppress me!'

He forced his cultivation technique to circulate, and the pull faded away. Realizing the others might be able to do the same, Feng Fan shot into the air, his gaze fixed on the group of cultivators who had completed the ritual.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Suppression Relic grew even larger, its size now towering over the battlefield. "Little Brick, kill them all!"

The relic vibrated with anticipation, then launched like a blazing comet toward the fifty cultivators. Their smug expressions turned to pure terror as the gigantic black-and-red mass closed in.

They tried to scatter, but it was far too late.

The Suppression Relic crashed into them with a thunderous impact, and their bodies were reduced to nothing but mangled remains—blood and flesh strewn across the ground with no trace of their original forms.