My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 281: Some Things Can’t Be Hidden

Her presence alone was enough to make the temperature rise by a few hundred degrees Celsius. The ground beneath her feet cracked, lava bubbling to the surface as the heat of her power warped the air.

"You think you have the chance to kill him?" she sneered, red eyes blazing with disdain.

Without another word, she threw a punch.

The air ignited, turning into a searing inferno that surged toward Shen Yi like an apocalyptic wave. The ground beneath them melted into molten rock, and even Feng Fan, who was standing at a safe distance, felt his lungs burn from the heat.

Shen Yi's pupils shrank. He barely had time to react before the fist collided with his spear.

BOOM!

The impact unleashed a torrent of shockwaves, hurling debris into the air, and rending the earth apart with violent tremors.

Shen Yi gritted his teeth, veins bulging as he struggled to withstand the force. His arms went numb, his bones groaning under the pressure.

The force of the impact sent him rocketing backward, crashing through multiple ruined structures before finally skidding to a stop, coughing up blood. His hands trembled, his grip on his spear weakened.

Long Liu cracked her knuckles, stepping forward with an air of absolute dominance.

"If you want to die, I'll be happy to grant your wish," she said, her voice carrying the weight of absolute certainty.

Feng Fan, watching the scene unfold, slowly exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow.

'Holy shit. Remind me never to piss her off.'

Feng Fan had never expected the cute loli to be so terrifyingly strong and domineering. But as Long Liu, Dong Tian, and Fan Ying continued to pummel Shen Yi, a burning desire for revenge began to surface in his mind.

'Hmph,' he sneered inwardly. 'You gave me so much trouble, and even had the audacity to try dragging me to the grave with you… If I don't get my revenge, my name isn't Feng Fan.'

Despite the overwhelming gap in their cultivation realms, Feng Fan showed no fear. He had his own ways—ways to make Shen Yi suffer a fate worse than death before his inevitable end arrived.

With a subtle flick of his sleeve, he cast an illusion array, shrouding himself in a veil of deception. Not even the allies from the Black Turtle Continent would be able to see what he was about to do.

Silently, he moved. Step by step, he crept behind Shen Yi, like a shadow slithering through the battlefield.

At some point, Shen Yi's grip on his spear faltered and it clattered to the ground,. His eyes darted around frantically, searching for Feng Fan. To him, finding that damn brat was his only way out. But no matter where he looked, there was no sign of him.

'Damn it! Where did that bastard go? Did he run and hide?!'

Yet, he had no time to ponder further. The relentless attacks continued—blows crashing into him one after another, each more devastating than the last.

No one noticed Feng Fan slipping into position behind Shen Yi.

And just as Long Liu's punch struck Shen Yi's chest, sending a mouthful of blood splattering from his lips, Feng Fan struck.

A giant, hairy leg materialized behind him, crackling with Dao-infused energy. Even the illusion array couldn't fully conceal the majesty of the technique about to be unleashed.

A hairy leg was never meant to be concealed—it demanded to be seen, revered, and feared by all!

Shen Yi barely had time to register the looming danger before it was too late.

Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!

CRACK!

The impact landed true where it hurt the most.

A scream that could shatter souls tore through the battlefield. Shen Yi's entire body convulsed, his knees buckling as the pain overwhelmed him.

This wasn't just a strike—it was a declaration. A severing of bloodline, a sentence of doom. No matter how high his cultivation, no amount of spiritual energy could shield him from the unrelenting agony of the Family Jewel Destroyer Kick.

It ignored all defenses. It pierced the very essence of his being.

Feng Fan grinned smugly, watching the once-mighty Shen Yi crumble. "Bastard, that's for giving me so much trouble."

Few things in life were as satisfying as seeing an enemy suffer. Well, perhaps the rewards he would soon receive from the Black Turtle Sect and Dao Seeking School could compare.

Dong Tian, Long Liu, and Fan Ying stood frozen, staring at Shen Yi's contorted face, his eyes practically rolling back into his skull.

"This brat is insane…" Dong Tian muttered in disbelief.

Long Liu, however, let out a laugh. "Only a crazy man like him would dare to pull off a stunt like this."

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As for Fan Ying, she chose to ignore Feng Fan's antics. She seized the opportunity that had presented itself. With a slash of her sword, a thin line of blood appeared across Shen Yi's neck, separating his head from his body.

Prince Shen Yi had fallen. And soon, so would the Shen Empire.

The moment his life ended, an invisible sphere of white energy burst from his corpse, trying to flee. But before it could escape, the Suppression Relic tore through Feng Fan's ring and shot after it. The desperate sphere struggled, but it was simply too slow.

In an instant, Little Brick swallowed it whole—an action that went entirely unnoticed—before silently slipping back into Feng Fan's space ring.

"Since everything is under control, I'll be taking my leave. Don't forget my reward!" Feng Fan declared, summoning the Suppression Relic. Without wasting another second, he grabbed Dong Tao and dashed toward the Black Turtle Continent.

His task was complete. As for the aftermath? He couldn't care less.

The Dao Seeking School and the Black Turtle Sect would ensure the Shen Empire was wiped from existence, hunted down to the last citizen.

And while they carried out their bloody vengeance, Feng Fan would cultivate in peace. When the war was over, he would emerge once more—to claim his rightful reward.