My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 280: Dumb Way To Die

Just as Shen Yi's spear grazed his clothes, Feng Fan finally breached the immortal array. The escape route was open, but his survival was far from guaranteed. Shen Yi's spear was still an inch from piercing his heart.

'Dying while saving my continent from invaders… WHAT A FUCKING DUMB WAY TO DIE!'

But the fatal strike he expected never came.

The instant the breach appeared, two figures shot out like lightning—Long Liu and Fan Ying.

Fan Ying's sword flared to life, radiating sword intent as it clashed against Shen Yi's spear, deflecting the deadly blow. At the same time, Long Liu's body expanded, shifting into her humanoid dragon form. She scooped Feng Fan into her arms—in a princess carry.

Feng Fan blinked twice, stunned as he stared up at the towering three-meter-tall woman grinning down at him.

"Good job, Feng Fan. Now leave the rest to us."

"E-Elder Long?!"

He was utterly baffled. The fierce dragon-woman holding him was none other than Long Liu?!

'How the hell can a loli change this much? This makes no damn sense!'

But Long Liu ignored his bewilderment. She unceremoniously dropped him onto the ground before turning to charge at Shen Yi.

Feng Fan exhaled, finally allowing his tense expression to relax. Their side had been at a severe disadvantage, but now, the battlefield had completely shifted. The enemy had ten Transcending Tribulation experts, but they had at least five times that number. It was no longer a question of if the invaders would fall—only when.

Just as he was about to revel in the relief of victory, a thought surged through him.

'Wait… I'm forgetting something—DAMN IT! Dong Tao!'

His eyes darted around frantically, searching for his fallen friend. But he soon spotted a Transcending Tribulation expert carefully carrying Dong Tao to safety, already working to stabilize his injuries.

Thankfully, those trapped inside the array didn't forget gratitude.

Feng Fan couldn't help but sigh in relief. He wasn't even sure why he cared so much about Dong Tao; something told him Dong Tao couldn't die.

The Transcending Tribulation experts from the Shen Empire, including Shen Yi, knew they could no longer win the war. The immortal array was broken, their forces were in shambles, and the Black Turtle Continent's experts had been freed. But even as they attempted to retreat, they were met with overwhelming resistance.

After four years trapped in the immortal array, stewing in rage and humiliation, how could those imprisoned let their captors escape so easily?

Fan Ying, Long Liu, and the sect master of the Black Turtle Sect, Dong Tian, moved in unison, their killing intent locking onto Shen Yi. A blade shimmered with sword intent, a crimson dragon roared, and a colossal black turtle materialized behind them—manifestations of their respective Daos.

Shen Yi's heart pounded as the three surged toward him. He gritted his teeth, knowing their cultivation was on par with his own. His own Dao form, a mounted man holding a spear, clashed against their attacks. Sparks flew, the force of their battle shaking the entire battlefield.

Fan Ying's sword slashed at his throat, forcing him to twist his body at the last second to avoid decapitation. Even so, the blade nicked his shoulder, sending a spray of blood into the air. Shen Yi retaliated instantly, his spear thrusting forward like a bolt of lightning, aiming for her heart.

But before it could land, a deafening roar filled the air. Long Liu, now in her full humanoid dragon form, descended upon him like a falling star, her clawed hand wreathed in flames. Shen Yi barely managed to raise his spear in defense, but the impact sent him flying backward, his arms trembling from the force.

No time to breathe was given. Dong Tian's turtle-shaped Dao form slammed down from above, sending Shen Yi toward the ground, creating a huge crater below him.

Shen Yi panted, his mind racing. He was an apex cultivator, a Transcending Tribulation expert who had crushed countless foes beneath his feet. And yet, he was being hunted like a cornered beast.

'No, this can't be happening!'

His desperation mounted as he fought tooth and nail, his spear a blur of golden light as he deflected incoming attacks. He parried another strike from Fan Ying, only for Long Liu to slam into him from the side, sending him crashing through the remains of a ruined pavilion. He coughed blood, his vision swimming.

There was no way out.

No way to win.

His eyes darted around, searching for an opening, a chance to flee, but his opponents were relentless.

'System, help me!' he cried out, turning to the only force in the world that could save him.

For a moment, silence filled his mind. Then, the system's cold voice echoed within him:

[Host, you did not complete your mission. Kill the sect master of the Heavens Suppression Sect, or I cannot help you.]

Shen Yi's blood ran cold. Would the three powerhouses attacking him allow him such a chance? Most likely not, but what other choice did he have? His life was on the line.

His gaze darted toward Feng Fan, who stood at a distance, watching him struggle with an infuriatingly smug smile.

The sight made his rage boil over.

His killing intent surged, distorting the air around him. The suffocating pressure made Feng Fan's grin falter.

'Fuck, this guy still wants to kill me?!' Feng Fan's mind raced. 'Doesn't he have bigger problems right now?!'

But reasoning was meaningless. Shen Yi had already made his decision. He kicked off the ground, shattering the stone beneath his feet as he shot toward Feng Fan like an arrow leaving the bow. His spear aimed straight for Feng Fan's skull.

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Feng Fan's instincts screamed at him to move, but he knew it was futile. Shen Yi was too fast. This was an attack he couldn't dodge.

Fortunately, he didn't have to.

"Hmph."

A contemptuous snort rang out between Feng Fan and Shen Yi.

Before Shen Yi's spear could reach its mark, a towering figure materialized between them—Long Liu.