My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 209: A Bunch Of Old Dogs Trying To Steal Candy From Children

Feng Fan’s words made the old monsters burst into laughter. A junior who hadn’t even left diapers was asking them to give him face?

There were only two possibilities—either he was a complete fool, or he was too full of himself. Either way, it didn’t matter to them.

"Junior, hand over the immortal legacy, and we’ll allow you to leave. You have my word," one of the Return to Void experts said.

Those who had come to take Feng Fan’s life remained silent, knowing that the expert had no intention of protecting him. As long as they didn’t kill him in front of him, there would be no consequences.

"Everyone but Mao Shun can live. He must die!" another cultivator declared, clearly from the Mao family.

A laugh echoed in response.

"It seems you people aren’t very sincere. A bunch of old dogs trying to steal candy from children, how disgraceful!"

The expressions of those outside darkened. Being insulted by someone so much weaker than them only fueled their anger.

"Hmph! You’re just a frog at the bottom of a well. The barrier is about to collapse. We can crush you with a thought, what makes you think you can negotiate? You’ve just signed your own death sentence!"

As the barrier neared its breaking point, Feng Fan chuckled and spoke one last time.

"In that case… I guess I’ll just have to kill everyone here."

The old monsters laughed again, amused that such a fool had managed to obtain the immortal legacy.

But none of them noticed the dark clouds forming above, greed clouded their judgment. These weren’t ordinary storm clouds—heavenly laws were woven into them, carrying an ominous power that sent an invisible chill through the air.

As the barrier finally shattered, the old monsters saw the one who had been speaking to them, Feng Fan, standing there with a confident smile and a black object in his hand.

Behind him stood four more people, none of them wielding weapons. They knew that against the powerful cultivators outside, fighting was pointless.

"Brat, let’s see how daring you are now!" a Return to Void expert sneered, reaching out to grab Feng Fan.

But Feng Fan’s smile never wavered. Just as the expert’s hand was about to touch him, an ominous feeling surged through the old cultivator. His instincts screamed at him—run!

At that moment, the lightning tribulation finally took shape. This was no ordinary tribulation, no one in this world could survive it.

Even those who had long surpassed the Transcending Tribulation realm would perish under its might.

The sky darkened as the storm clouds stretched across hundreds of kilometers, with Feng Fan at its center. Then, nine bolts of lightning crashed down at once.

The expressions of the old monsters twisted in shock.

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"T-This… this is a lightning tribulation! How is that possible?!"

The Return to Void expert who had tried to seize Feng Fan immediately turned and tore open the void in an attempt to escape. But before he could flee, a bolt of lightning struck him.

The man didn’t even have time to scream, his body was instantly reduced to ashes.

Feng Fan, standing calmly beneath the storm, shook his head as he placed the Suppression Relic above him to absorb the lightning.

’What a waste… all that wealth from a Return to Void expert, gone just like that…’

"This brat is behind all this! I’ll kill you!" another cultivator roared as he fled, his eyes burning with rage.

The ones who had been eager to rob Feng Fan’s group were now scrambling to get away as if Feng Fan, who once seemed like a treasure trove, had turned into a deadly poison. Experience new tales on novelbuddy

"Let’s go," Feng Fan said.

Without hesitation, they flew toward the center of the Death Plains. It was the only place they had a chance to escape their pursuers. The lightning tribulation had bought them time, but it wouldn’t hold their enemies back forever.

As they fled, the Suppression Relic continued to absorb the furious lightning bolts crashing down from the heavens.

The people from the Qian Empire watched Feng Fan and his group escape, their eyes burning with anger, but none of them dared to give chase.

Right now, their only priority was to get as far away as possible.

"Damn brat! I’ll skin you alive!" Mao Yuan roared as he fled, his face twisted in fury.

Once again, those brats had slipped through his fingers. It was beyond humiliating.

Cai An, the sect master of the Blue Dragon Sect, wasn’t just angry, he was deeply concerned.

’How does this brat keep escaping? If this keeps up…’

Feng Fan’s cultivation was rising at an alarming rate, and it wasn’t just him, Xue Qiang and Huang Xue had already stepped into the Nascent Soul realm.

How long had it been since they first arrived in this world? Five years? That was nothing in the lifespan of a cultivator.

’If this continues… soon, they’ll be strong enough to kill us,’ a chilling thought gripped Cai An’s mind as he pushed forward, desperately fleeing from the wrath of the lightning tribulation.

As Feng Fan and his group raced toward the center of the Death Plains, powerful demon beasts watched them from the shadows. But the moment they sensed the heavenly tribulation’s power, they scattered, just like the old cultivators who had tried to steal Su Xiaoli’s legacy.

Feng Fan glanced up at the sky. The once-dark clouds were beginning to fade into a lighter gray, a clear sign that the lightning tribulation was nearing its end.

"We need to move faster. We don’t have much time left."

Knowing the cultivators who had fled would soon return, Feng Fan channeled some of the lightning energy he had absorbed into the Suppression Relic.

The relic in his hand trembled as glowing red symbols spread across its surface. With a flick of a sleeve, Feng Fan enlarged it, then placed it beneath them.

As it expanded to fit all five of them, he gave a command. In an instant, their speed skyrocketed. Even Spirit Severing experts would struggle to keep up now.