My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 316: Assassination (4)
Everything within the array was under Feng Fan's absolute control. A person couldn't even fart without him knowing, let alone killing people inside. If a mortal attempted to handle this level of sensory input, their mind would instantly collapse under the sheer volume of information. But Feng Fan's powerful cultivation allowed him to process and respond to it all effortlessly.
"These idiots really dared to invade my array?" Feng Fan muttered with a sneer, his voice dripping with disdain. "They must have a death wish."
He shifted his focus briefly and nodded in satisfaction. "Half of them are already dealt with."
Rather than waste more of his attention micromanaging the trap-laden array, he raised a hand and summoned the Suppression Relic from his space ring. It hovered in the air, humming with a low vibration.
"Little Brick, go collect their space rings," Feng Fan ordered lazily. "These fools better have brought something worthwhile."
The Suppression Relic shot off into the distance like a streak of light.
'Alright, let's see who the next victim will be,' Feng Fan mused, his eyes scanning the scattered groups of assassins sneaking through the camp. One group in particular caught his attention, the one that had managed to penetrate the deepest into Red Pole's territory.
'Oh? A full team of Transcending Tribulation cultivators? Interesting,' he noted with amusement as the group, led by Xiao Zendong, slipped into a tent adjacent to the infirmary—the place where the alchemists were stationed.
The moment Xiao Zendong stepped inside, the thick, fragrant scent of spiritual herbs flooded his nostrils. A cruel smile tugged at his lips. He had found the right place.
He turned to the four assassins behind him and spoke through qi transmission, his voice sharp and cold.
"Cai Xiaowen, prepare to kill everyone. Lay down the arrays."
Cai Xiaowen and another team member, both skilled Array Masters, nodded and immediately began working. With the number of alchemists inside, a silent and clean massacre wasn't possible without preparation. Soundproofing and containment arrays were necessary, along with a killing formation to ensure none could resist or escape.
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Fortunately, the tent was small. Setting everything up would take no more than half an hour.
Xiao Zendong stood quietly as the others worked. Though he was infamous for his impatience, he wasn't a fool. One didn't reach his level of cultivation by being reckless. He knew better than most that the deadliest strike was one delivered before the target even realized they were under attack.
In the vast reach of the Intergalactic Council, the Obsidian Court was the shadow that handled most assassinations—both internal and external. And tonight, Xiao Zendong planned to uphold that reputation.
He would make this barbarian planet regret ever daring to challenge the Obsidian Court.
As the assassins quietly worked to lay down arrays around the alchemists' tent, Feng Fan watched their efforts with interest.
'These guys aren't bad…' he mused. 'Their Array Dao is far more refined than anything Red Pole has to offer. I wonder whether they have a tier 9 Array Master in the Obisdian Court.'
From what he could tell, none of the infiltrators had reached tier 9, or this little game of his wouldn't be playing out so smoothly. In Red Pole's history, not a single soul had ever stepped into tier 9 without first touching the Immortal Ascension realm. He wondered if that was true across the rest of the Mortal Realm as well.
Feng Fan wasn't in a rush. Like a lion stalking its prey, he remained still, observing with predator's patience. But while he kept a close watch on Xiao Zendong's team, he hadn't neglected the others.
Feng Fan was a man of many friends; he would never neglect even one of them.
In the half hour it took for that team of four to set up the necessary arrays around the alchemists' tent, Feng Fan had already eliminated 90% of the five hundred assassins that infiltrated Red Pole's camp.
Only a handful of teams remained. Soon, it would be their turn.
Once everything was in place, Cai Xiaowen gave a subtle signal to Xiao Zendong. A cold smile curled across Xiao Zendong's lips. With a mere thought, an ominous dagger materialized in his right hand. The dark spiritual qi shrouding the weapon was so potent, the very air around it seemed to wither—its poison suffocating even to the atmosphere itself.
The moment the dagger appeared, Feng Fan's eyes gleamed with interest. This was no ordinary blade.
'An Immortal artifact? Where did he get his hands on that?' Feng Fan licked his lips. That dagger would soon be his. He didn't intend to use it—he was more than content with his fists, his legs and… his brick. But the value of such a weapon? It could fetch a fortune.
'If that really is an Immortal artifact, I'd better wait until I reach the Immortal Realm to sell it,' Feng Fan thought. He firmly believed that the Immortal Realm would offer superior cultivation resources, and with that, a much higher price for such a weapon.
Besides, he wasn't exactly starving for resources at the moment. But once he ascended, he fully expected to be dirt poor again. Best to plan ahead.
Poor Xiao Zendong. Feng Fan hadn't even laid hands on the dagger yet, but in his mind, it was already his… and Xiao Zendong? Already a dead man.
"Now!" Xiao Zendong sent a qi transmission to his team. In the same instant, he lunged at the alchemist with the highest cultivation inside the tent. The other assassin targeted a weaker alchemist, while Cai Xiaowen and the second Array Master activated the arrays they had just finished setting.
But reality rarely followed the plan.
Arrays surrounding the alchemists' tent did activate, but they weren't the ones created by the Obsidian Court. In an instant, dozens of silent swords tore through the air, each one aimed with precision at the four assassins.
Xiao Zendong's eyes widened in horror as tens of swords closed in on him like a pack of spectral wolves.
