My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 276: Final Battle (2)

'System, where is the man I need to kill?' Shen Yi asked, his lips curling into a triumphant smirk.

[I cannot pinpoint his exact location, but he is inside your castle. You must act quickly; Sect Masters of the Heaven Suppression Sect are all highly skilled in the Array Dao.]

Shen Yi's smirk stiffened. His fingers twitched, irritation flaring in his eyes.

'Damn it. That means he's already infiltrated…'

The thought made his blood simmer with anger, but he quickly suppressed it. Panic was for fools. He took a deep breath, collecting himself.

'No matter. I already know exactly where he's headed.'

Shen Yi rose from his meditation chamber, his figure vanishing into the corridors like a streak of shadowed lightning.

But by the time he arrived at the prison holding the captives from the Black Turtle Continent, it was already too late.

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As soon as Feng Fan and Dong Tao stepped into the castle's outer grounds, Feng Fan refined the illusion array cast upon himself.

Instead of simply choosing what others would see, he improved it—it would now shift based on the observer.

Whoever looked at him would perceive the figure they feared or respected the most.

For most people here, that meant only one person: Prince Shen Yi.

Of course, there were always outliers.

"What the hell? Why is my mother here?"

"Ugh, my wife?! Time to run!"

Feng Fan resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the murmurs, instead adjusting his posture. He clasped his hands behind his back, lifted his chin, and exuded the same cold, commanding presence Shen Yi was known for.

With confidence, he strode toward the place where the captives were held.

As expected, the moment he approached, one of the guards stationed before the immense immortal array stiffened in alarm.

"P-Prince Shen Yi? You've come out of seclusion?" The man's voice carried a mixture of fear and reverence as he immediately straightened and saluted.

Feng Fan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and disdainful. "Hmph. Must I explain my actions to you?" His voice was laced with irritation. "There is an intruder within the palace. They were last spotted near the outer walls; go there immediately and deal with them. All of you, leave now and kill the intruders!"

The guard hesitated, visibly conflicted. "B-But, Prince Shen Yi, you ordered us never to leave this post under any circumstances—"

A loud slap cut through the air.

The man's head snapped to the side, a bright red imprint blooming on his cheek. His breath hitched, but he dared not utter a word.

Feng Fan took a menacing step forward, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper. "And I am telling you now— go find the intruder. Do not make me repeat myself."

Instead of feeling wronged, the guard looked as if he had narrowly escaped death itself. His hands trembled slightly as he bowed. "U-Understood! At once, Your Highness!"

Without a second thought, he turned and sprinted away.

The other guards, witnessing the scene, didn't even hesitate. They, too, scattered in search of the so-called intruder—none of them daring to question their prince's will.

Not a single one thought to ask for a description of the infiltrator.

Feng Fan smirked inwardly. 'Too easy.'

Fearing the guards would return at any moment, Feng Fan quickly formed a tier 8 defensive array around the area. It would serve as a barrier, shielding both him and Dong Tao while he attempted to break through the immortal array imprisoning the captives.

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His hands moved with the precision of a master, weaving seals as if he had practiced them for centuries. Within minutes, glowing runes emerged, forming an enormous array that enveloped the entire plaza where the prisoners were held.

As the last rune settled into place, a wave of relief washed over Feng Fan.

He dispelled the illusion array surrounding himself and Dong Tao. They had already infiltrated the critical area—there was no need for them anymore.

Feng Fan approached the immortal array, a confident smile tugging at his lips. His presence did not go unnoticed by those inside.

"Feng Fan? You came here?" Long Liu's voice carried a mixture of shock and disbelief. He looked at Feng Fan as if the young man had come to his own execution.

Feng Fan puffed out his chest, utterly shameless. "Elder Long, rest assured. I will free you all. I, Feng Fan, am a man of honor and principle. Since I can help, how could I allow you to rot in this place?"

Many of the trapped cultivators from the Black Turtle Continent looked at Feng Fan with emotion in their eyes.

A young man daring to infiltrate the enemy's stronghold alone, risking his life for their sake?

Madness.

And yet, Long Liu, who knew Feng Fan all too well, only narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"Only an idiot would believe you." Her tone was sharp, almost mocking. "If you truly think you can break this array, then stop talking and do it. We have tier 8 Array Masters in here, and none of them have been able to crack it."

Feng Fan scoffed, folding his arms. "Hmph. They are not me."

Without further delay, he activated his spiritual qi vision, analyzing the immortal array before him.

His confidence vanished in an instant.

'What in the seven heavens is this?!'

He had never seen a tier 9 array before, but he believed it couldn't be as crazy as the thing in front of him.

The sheer complexity of the inscriptions, the interwoven layers of power—it was beyond anything he had ever encountered.

A cold sweat broke out on Feng Fan's forehead. Despair settled deep in his bones.

This wasn't something he could break.

For the first time, his usual bravado cracked. He turned to Long Liu, forcing a weak smile.

"Elder Long… Don't worry." His voice lacked its usual arrogance. "After you all die, I promise to visit your graves."

But before Feng Fan could even think about turning to escape, a chilling voice echoed through the plaza.

"Don't worry. You'll have plenty of time to chat in the afterlife."

A suffocating pressure filled the air as Prince Shen Yi stepped into view.

Behind him stood dozens of cultivators, each radiating an overwhelming aura.

Every single one of them could kill Feng Fan with a flick of their fingers.

His escape route had just been sealed.