My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 332: One Against A Hundred Thousand (3)

Feng Fan exhaled slowly, watching the sand settle. "The cultivation world is cruel. One moment you think you're the hunter… the next, you're prey, dying with nothing but regret in your eyes."

Although Feng Fan felt no personal hatred toward the people of Green Mountain, he couldn't afford to show mercy. Letting them live wouldn't send the message he intended. The cultivation world had always followed a brutal logic: the weak perished, and the strong thrived. Right and wrong had no weight here.

'Whatever. They'd better surrender before I kill them all,' he thought.

Feng Fan closed his eyes once more, focusing on the arrays and attuning himself to the environment. He knew the next wave wouldn't take long to arrive.

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Back at Green Mountain's camp, the lone surviving scout knelt before Song Xiaohui and He Peizhi. The man had no idea that everyone but him from the five squads of scouts was already dead.

"Your Majesty," the scout began, "the Red Pole cultivator was located. The others remained behind while I returned to report. By now, the battle should be over, and he should be dead."

Song Xiaohui stared at him, expression calm and composed. "If he were dead, the challenge would have ended, and we would've already been returned from the pocket dimension. Assume the worst: the others are dead. It seems that the boy has more tricks than we gave him credit for."

Her words left both the scout and He Peizhi stunned.

"That's impossible," He Peizhi said, his voice stiff. But in his heart, he couldn't deny her logic. It made too much sense.

Song Xiaohui didn't bother responding. Instead, she issued her command. "He Peizhi, mobilize all troops. Surround him. Do not underestimate the enemy."

Though her tone remained cold, a sense of unease lingered in her chest. By all accounts, those scouts should have easily overwhelmed Feng Fan. If even Return To Void cultivators had failed, she could only hope the Transcending Tribulation experts would prove sufficient.

He Peizhi instinctively touched the arm that Feng Fan had mangled earlier. Though it was fully healed, the memory of the pain and the sheer absurdity of being injured so severely by someone in the Dao Seeking realm still haunted him.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened at the thought of Feng Fan's smug, arrogant face. "I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face," he muttered, his voice low but filled with rage.

—

Feng Fan suddenly opened his eyes, a grin stretching across his face as a hundred-thousand-strong army of cultivators surrounded him. Standing at their front was Song Xiaohui, her gaze sharp and cold.

She didn't ask what had happened to the scouts. She already knew.

"I'll give you a chance to surrender," she said calmly. "Break your token, and you'll be spared."

Feng Fan's grin widened. "Since you're being so considerate, I'll return the favor. Surrender now, and the hundred thousand cultivators behind you won't have to die."

Song Xiaohui's expression darkened. "Still arrogant, even with death at your door."

She waved her hand, issuing commands to her army. "Attack from a distance. Don't get close to him!"

"Oh?" Feng Fan chuckled, his smile never fading. "So you're not as dumb as I thought."

Though Feng Fan would've preferred if they stepped directly into the heart of his array formation, it made little difference in the end. As long as they were inside the pocket dimension, they had already stepped into his domain; there was no safe place from him here.

A storm of spiritual techniques, elemental strikes, and Qi-infused weapons rained down on him from all directions. Thousands of attacks blanketed the sky, casting the land in a kaleidoscope of deadly light. The cultivators of Green Mountain showed no restraint—swords made of flame, spears of ice, arrows of thunder, even soul-crushing curses—everything was unleashed at once.

Feng Fan simply raised his hands in response.

The air shimmered, and a translucent dome flickered into existence around him—an array barrier forged from a complex web of glowing runes. In an instant, every single attack slammed into the barrier, and not one of them broke through.

Instead, to the utter disbelief of Green Mountain's elite, the attacks were reflected back.

Explosions erupted across their front lines as their own power was turned against them. The death toll skyrocketed in an instant—over ten thousand cultivators were reduced to ash in a breath of time. Screams of confusion and panic tore through the army ranks.

Among the chaos, the more experienced cultivators and Array Masters quickly realized the truth; their expressions turned white with horror.

"Stop attacking! STOP!" one of the Array Masters shrieked, his voice cracking. "That's a tier 9 rebound array! It's suicide!"

No one among them had ever seen a tier 9 array before, but it was obvious that its power suppressed a peak tier 8 array.

A peak tier 8 array would have cracked under the onslaught, even if it lasted a few seconds. It would've been overwhelmed by the sheer volume and strength of attacks, especially those launched by Transcending Tribulation experts. But this array stood unshaken, flawless.

The army wavered, eyes wide with terror, as the battlefield turned into a massacre.

Song Xiaohui gritted her teeth. 'So this was the source of his confidence…'

A tier 9 Array Master.

Despite only being at the Dao Seeking realm, Feng Fan's mastery over the Array Dao rendered the cultivation of her entire army meaningless. None of their attacks could touch him. None of their numbers could break through his defense. Power alone meant nothing in the face of such mastery.

Even so, after a moment of silence, Song Xiaohui exhaled slowly and composed herself. Her lips curled into a smirk as she locked eyes with Feng Fan, her gaze unwavering. "If that's all you've got… then you're destined to lose."

Her voice carried absolute conviction. He may have created an impenetrable barrier, but that didn't mean he was invincible. She was certain of one thing: as long as they didn't attack or enter his array formations, he was helpless. After all, even a genius couldn't lay arrays across an entire pocket dimension… could he?

She turned back toward her army and gave a sharp command. "Everyone who isn't a Transcending Tribulation cultivator or a tier 8 Array Master, fall back to the camp!"

Her soldiers began to retreat in orderly waves, but before they could gain distance, Feng Fan's calm voice echoed across the battlefield, cutting through the air like a blade.

"Who said any of you could leave?"

He stood at the center of their formation, relaxed and smiling, but his voice carried a cold, chilling edge. "Today, there are only two choices: surrender… or die."