My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 313: Assassination

After swallowing the antidote, Xiong Yun charged toward the bowman. Behind him, the illusory image of a giant monkey materialized, its massive fists wreathed in blue flames. In an instant, the distance between them vanished; space held no meaning for a Return To Void cultivator.

But the bowman wasn't alone.

The two cultivators flanking him reacted swiftly. One drew twin daggers, both blades slick with a red liquid; the other unsheathed a thin rapier coated with the same substance. As droplets fell to the sand, a sharp hiss and curls of crimson smoke rose into the air.

The other two Red Pole scouts popped identical pills into their mouths before moving behind Xiong Yun. One brandished a two-handed sword, the other a long bamboo pole.

The bowman leaped backward as the dagger-wielder stepped into his place, intercepting Xiong Yun's flaming fist. Blade met knuckle, but to the attacker's surprise, Xiong Yun's fist remained unscathed. The dagger failed to pierce the blue fire that wrapped his hand like a protective membrane. The force of the clash sent the dagger-wielder staggering five steps back, a clear testament to the gap in their strength.

Seizing the opening, the rapier-wielder lunged, his blade darting toward Xiong Yun's head like a striking viper. But Xiong Yun didn't flinch. In an instant, a massive two-handed sword appeared between them, swinging up just in time to intercept the thrust.

After deflecting the rapier, the two-handed sword roared through the air, cleaving toward the rapier-wielder with terrifying force. The man's expression darkened as he hastily jumped back, narrowly avoiding the blade aimed at his torso.

But while he dodged the edge, he couldn't escape the aftermath. The swing tore through the air, unleashing a flurry of compressed air blades that chased him like phantom strikes. His eyes widened in alarm. He tried to raise his weapon in defense, but he was a second too late. One of the blades slashed across his chest, tearing through flesh and cloth. Blood spilled, and his face turned deathly pale.

He moved back in a hurry, a light red pill appearing in his hand. He swallowed it. Almost instantly, the gash on his torso began to close, the wound knitting together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two-handed sword wielder didn't allow him to escape and chased right after.

The bowman didn't remain idle. Knowing that his venom wouldn't work on Xiong Yun, he conjured an arrow of condensed spiritual qi and loosed it. The arrow tore through space, breaking the void as it sped toward its target with deadly precision.

But it never reached Xiong Yun.

A long pole slammed into the arrow mid-flight, dispersing the spiritual qi into the atmosphere with a crackling burst. Without losing momentum, the pole continued its path, aiming straight for the bowman's head. His eyes widened in alarm. He raised his bow just in time to block, but the force of the impact launched him backward, sending him hurtling through the air.

Despite having similar cultivation levels, none of the Obsidian Court cultivators could stand toe-to-toe with the Red Pole scouts in a direct confrontation.

"Let's see what you're made of without that damn poison," Xiong Yun sneered, eyes fixed on the dagger-wielder. He closed the distance between them in a flash.

The dagger-wielder didn't flinch. In fact, he didn't move at all. He stood there calmly as Xiong Yun's flaming fist barreled toward his face. But the moment the blow landed, the man vanished.

Xiong Yun's eyes narrowed in surprise. It was nothing but an illusion.

"Who said we all use the same poison?" a voice murmured from beneath his feet.

A dagger slashed upward from the ground, aiming for Xiong Yun's right leg. His expression darkened as he reacted instantly, launching himself into the air. Though he avoided having his leg amputated, the blade still grazed him. A shallow wound opened on his thigh, blood trailing behind him as he rose.

The dagger-wielder jumped from inside the ground, an evil grin curling across his lips as his eyes locked onto the bleeding wound on Xiong Yun's thigh.

"Feeling a little warm yet?" he sneered. "Don't worry, before the poison kills you, it'll knock you out cold. You won't even feel yourself dying."

But Xiong Yun merely smirked in response.

His body temperature remained steady. No dizziness, no heat, no sign of the poison taking hold. The general antidote was still working, and it worked against this poison too.

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The dagger-wielder saw the confident smile still gracing Xiong Yun's face and the lack of panic in his eyes. In that instant, his own confidence faltered. His eyes widened in shock, disbelief spreading across his features.

"Impossible, you—" he stammered, but the words never left his mouth.

Before he could process what was happening, a massive sword cleaved through the air with a deafening whoosh, slicing the dagger-wielder cleanly in half. His body fell to the ground with two dull thuds, painting the sand crimson.

Xiong Yun stood still for a moment, watching the two halves of his enemy twitch once before stilling. He then glanced at his sword-wielding companion, who had already placed his sword back into his space ring. Finally, his gaze shifted to the bowman's body, lying in the sand, his head cracked open.

Xiong Yun gave a curt nod. "Let's leave. More of them will be here soon, and we can't afford to waste more time."

The three Red Pole scouts turned toward the direction of their camp. However, unbeknownst to them, they were being watched.

From behind the veil of a sandstorm, a woman with a malicious smile stretched across her face observed their every move. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint, but she remained hidden from view.

"Well, well… seems their alchemists have some real skill," she mused to herself, her lips curling into a predatory grin. "Two of our poisons failed. A general antidote... impressive."

Without making a sound, she began to follow them, her presence hidden by the storm's swirling sands.