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My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 323: Did Your Grandma Teach You That?
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Feng Fan cringed at the ridiculous technique name the moment it left his mouth, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. There was no time to dwell on it, not when he realized the absurd amount of spiritual qi it was draining from his body. The technique itself didn't consume much at its core, but the stronger the affected targets and the more numerous they were, the greater the cost to maintain it.
He desperately drew upon the energy stored within Little Brick, rapidly absorbing spiritual qi to sustain the technique. But even that wasn't enough. 'Did Your Grandma Teach You That?' was burning through his reserves faster than he could replenish them.
'Five seconds. That's all I can hold it, assuming no one dies in the meantime,' he calculated.
If things went according to plan, though, the number of enemies under the technique's influence would steadily drop as they died, lightening the load and extending the time he could maintain it.
Feng Fan scanned the battlefield. Most of the Obsidian Court's cultivators were in the Return To Void realm. These powerhouses would be considered near-invincible in the Qian Empire. And yet, they were falling like wheat before a scythe, dozens per second.
Even Transcending Tribulation experts weren't safe. While they typically faced tribulations when advancing from the third to fourth, sixth to seventh, and finally to the Immortal Ascension realm, none of those compared to the one now descending upon Feng Fan. What he faced was on a whole different level.
'This Heaven Suppression Technique really is impossible to cultivate without Little Brick… Feng Fan grimaced inwardly. 'Who was the lunatic who invented this thing? Why does it attract so much of the heavens' wrath?'
All around him, lightning rained down like divine judgment. Most of the Obsidian Court cultivators were struck dead instantly, but a few managed to survive the onslaught and push forward, their madness-fueled eyes locked onto Feng Fan.
"Diiieee!"
A Transcending Tribulation expert roared, hurling his fists straight toward Feng Fan's head. The force behind the punch could easily reduce him to paste; there was no world in which a Divine Strength realm body could take such a blow head-on.
But Feng Fan remained calm.
With a mere thought, he activated the Suppression Relic. One of the lightning bolts it had absorbed earlier surged forth, lashing out like a coiled serpent and striking the charging cultivator dead-on.
The man, still trapped by the spell's madness, didn't even register the danger. In an instant, his body was vaporized, nothing left but ash scattered across the sand.
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Five Return To Void cultivators that managed to pass through the heavenly lightning raised their weapons, their eyes locked onto Feng Fan as they struck in perfect unison. But Feng Fan only smiled, a look of pure disdain on his face.
In the next instant, the defensive arrays etched into his body lit up with a brilliant glow. Their weapons slammed into an invisible barrier, then rebounded violently. The spiritual qi infused in their attacks ricocheted, surging back into their bodies.
All five cultivators coughed blood in unison, their expressions contorted in shock and pain as they were flung backward, weapons slipping from their hands.
A spear whistled through the air behind Feng Fan, its wielder charging like a rampaging beast. Without so much as a glance, Feng Fan unleashed another bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, the attacker was reduced to cinders, his roar cut short mid-sentence.
Within five seconds, more than half of the Obsidian Court's forces had been killed. As their numbers dwindled, so too did the spiritual qi required to maintain the technique. A wicked grin curled on Feng Fan's lips.
'Good, good! Just a little more… the heavens really do love me!' he thought, his heart surging with wild exhilaration. The heavens had tried to smite him, but once again, they had unwillingly turned into his greatest weapon.
But as if to spit in his face, the lightning suddenly ceased.
Feng Fan's expression froze, then shifted to horror.
Without the heavenly lightning shielding him, continuing to provoke the Obsidian Court was as good as inviting death. He didn't hesitate. The moment the last bolt vanished, he instantly deactivated the technique.
After Feng Fan deactivated 'Did Your Grandma Teach You That?', the madness lifted from the minds of the Obsidian Court cultivators. Though their bodies had been under the spell's control, their minds had remained painfully aware of every second.
Among the survivors, Hou Zemin stared at Feng Fan with bloodshot eyes, fury etched into every line of his face. But it wasn't the lingering effects of the spell that drove him mad; it was because of the fact that this single man had wiped out nearly 80% of his forces.
How could he not be enraged?
He had nearly died himself when a bolt of tribulation lightning slammed into him. His body had been left mangled, scorched from the inside out. Only the end of the spell and a hastily swallowed healing pill had saved him.
"Kill him!" he roared, his voice raw.
Hou Zemin didn't need to order. Even without it, the survivors would attack Feng Fan. The remaining cultivators surged once again toward Feng Fan like stampeding beasts.
A wry smile curled on Feng Fan's lips. 'Ah, the curse of being handsome and righteous… people just can't leave me alone.'
He activated one of the hidden arrays buried beneath the ground. The sand exploded upward like a geyser, swirling violently around him before collapsing, swallowing him whole. The cloud of sand obscured him completely. It acted as both a shield and a means of escape.
Hou Zemin's expression twisted. As soon as he saw the array, realization dawned with bitter clarity. The man who had obliterated his army… was the same one who had killed Xiao Zendong.
"I'm not letting you escape!" Hou Zemin's short sword gleamed. With a powerful thrust, the space, sand, and barrier enveloping Feng Fan were blasted apart, leaving him completely exposed.
'Ah… fuck!' Feng Fan thought, eyes wide as he stared at Hou Zemin.
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