My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 261: Drag To The Grave

The Transcending Tribulation expert sneered at the tendrils of spiritual qi, his gaze filled with contempt. As a Tier 8 array, the barrier protecting the Black Turtle Sect should have been powerful enough to challenge him—but only if a Tier 8 Array Master were controlling it. Since that wasn't the case, the barrier, while sturdy, was no threat to him.

With a flick of his sleeve, an immense surge of lightning spiritual qi erupted from his body, obliterating the tendrils and indiscriminately killing both foreign cultivators and Black Turtle Sect defenders.

His expression remained icy, even as he inadvertently slaughtered his own allies in the chaos.

"S-Sir!" the foreign cultivators near him shouted in panic, scrambling to escape the lightning storm that raged around him.

But it was too late. Those not yet in the Return To Void realm weren't fast enough to escape and were caught in the maelstrom of destructive lightning, their bodies reduced to cinders before they could even scream in terror.

"Destroy the barrier!" he commanded, launching himself at it with brutal force.

Each punch he delivered caused the earth to tremble, and the sheer concentration of spiritual qi in the air was overwhelming enough to suffocate any mortal. The foreign cultivators around him joined the attack, their own strikes adding to the destruction.

"Don't let them inside, hold the barrier!" one of the Array Masters inside the Black Turtle Sect shouted, blood trickling from his mouth as he strained to maintain control.

Despite their valiant efforts, the barrier eventually cracked under the relentless assault. As the very people who had plagued his group for centuries were exposed, ripe for slaughter, the Transcending Tribulation expert couldn't help but laugh maniacally.

"Today, Young Master makes history! We'll finally dominate Red Pole!" he exclaimed with triumph.

With that, the foreign cultivators poured into the Black Turtle Sect, cutting down defenders like they were little more than chickens. The Transcending Tribulation expert then issued a command.

"Dao Seeking cultivators, go after those who've escaped. Enslave those who surrender, and kill anyone who resists."

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The designated cultivators nodded and scattered, heading in all directions away from the Black Turtle Sect to carry out their orders.

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Feng Fan and his group continued their flight from the Black Turtle Sect, their hearts heavy with the weight of their uncertain future. As they flew through the air, they finally regrouped with Elder Jiang, Huang Xue, and Yi Qiuyue.

"Xue, I'm so glad you're okay!" Feng Fan exclaimed, pulling Huang Xue into a tight embrace. She returned the hug, her relief obvious for all to see.

"Where... where do we go now?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry, her brow furrowed in concern.

"We need to get to the White Crow Sect," Elder Jiang responded firmly, his gaze sharp as he took the lead in their next move. "We'll warn them and find a safe place to hide."

Those around him nodded, ready to follow his direction. They were about to set off toward the White Crow Sect when a chilling voice interrupted their plans.

"Oh? It seems I've found some rats. I'll give you all a chance to surrender and serve my Shen Empire."

A foreign cultivator, his spiritual qi radiating with the strength of someone on par with Elder Jiang, appeared before them. The air crackled with his overwhelming presence.

Elder Jiang's eyes narrowed, a flash of determination crossing his face. Feng Fan immediately recognized the expression—it was the same one worn by the Black Turtle Sect's elders before their final stand.

"Elder Jiang—" Feng Fan shouted, urgency in his voice, but Elder Jiang cut him off.

"Go!" he commanded, his voice resolute.

Without another word, Elder Jiang lunged at the foreign cultivator, a massive three-legged crow materializing behind him as he slashed through the air, his fist filled with spiritual qi.

Feng Fan knew he stood no chance against a peak Dao Seeking realm expert, and neither did anyone else in their group. Only Elder Jiang had any hope of facing him head-on.

Staying here would only serve to hinder Elder Jiang's efforts. Worse still, the appearance of more enemies could mean certain death for them all. Feng Fan recognized that Elder Jiang had made the best choice possible under the circumstances.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Feng Fan quickly reached into his space ring and summoned the Suppression Relic. He burned mid-grade qi stones within the ring, infusing the relic with energy.

"Let's go," he said, determination steeling his voice. "Let Elder Jiang handle him."

The Suppression Relic grew in size, large enough to carry them all, its surface adorned with red patterns that pulsed with energy. With a flick of his sleeve, Feng Fan directed everyone to stand atop the relic.

In the blink of an eye, he activated it, and the group shot forward, their speed on par with any Dao Seeking realm expert as they raced to safety, leaving Elder Jiang to confront their pursuer.

Seeing his future slaves escape, the foreign cultivator scowled in frustration. "What a useless old man. You've chosen to throw away your life for nothing. Sooner or later, the entire Black Turtle Continent will be under our rule… no one will escape!"

He summoned a spear from his space ring and called forth a fiery bird that materialized behind him. Red spiritual qi surged around the spear as the bird took shape, its wings spreading wide in a showcase of power.

With a roar, the foreign cultivator lunged, his spear meeting Elder Jiang's fist in a powerful clash. The force of the impact sent both combatants hurtling through the air. To any onlookers, it seemed as though their strength was evenly matched—but Elder Jiang knew otherwise.

As he steadied himself, a wave of discomfort washed over him. His body trembled, and the spiritual qi within his meridians began to spiral out of control. The foreign cultivator's energy was wreaking havoc on his insides, leaving him struggling to keep his energy in check.

The foreign cultivator, his hair disheveled and a smug grin on his lips, slowly closed the distance. "Did you enjoy my little gift?"

Elder Jiang's face darkened, but he didn't answer. Instead, his eyes gleamed with resolve as he burned his own life force, feeding it into the three-legged crow that hovered behind him.

The foreign cultivator's smirk faltered as he sensed the drastic shift in energy.

"Madman," he growled. "You want to drag me to the grave with you?"