My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 315: Assassination (3)

Xiao Zendong clicked his tongue in irritation. "How long are you all planning to take with such a simple task? It's just a barbarian's array. How difficult can it be to slip through?"

Cai Xiaowen resisted the urge to roll his eyes and kept his expression neutral, careful not to show any sign of disrespect. "Sir, we're doing everything we can, but this array is something else. I've never encountered a formation like this before. Honestly…" he paused, his voice lowering slightly, "I'm surprised we haven't alerted the enemy yet, considering how long we've been working to pry it open."

Xiao Zendong let out a low chuckle, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "A barbarian noticing our infiltration? Impossible. Just get it over with."

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It had already been three hours since they began working on the array. Xiao Zendong wasn't the only one growing impatient. Whispers of retreat started spreading among the assassins—an assassination should be swift and clean. The longer they lingered, the higher the risk of failure… and death.

All around Feng Fan's barrier, glowing runes continued to shift and shimmer as Cai Xiaowen and the others worked tirelessly to break through. Every time they thought they were close to success, the array changed, blocking them once again.

It was unnerving. It felt as if someone had noticed their intrusion and was actively modifying the internal structure of the array in the last minute to block them. But that shouldn't be possible. If they had been discovered, the entire Red Pole camp would've already swarmed them. That was the only reason they hadn't panicked yet.

Then, at last, a gap formed in the array, large enough for ten people to slip through at once. Xiao Zendong's grin widened as he stepped inside Red Pole's camp, leading the way inside.

But Cai Xiaowen didn't move. He stood there, staring at the hole, unease settling in his chest like a heavy stone. "Strange…" he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Why didn't the array change again at the end?"

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. It felt as though someone had deliberately allowed the breach. But he quickly shook off the thought. No one from this backwater planet could possibly have the skill to manipulate them like that, certainly not a mere tier 8 Array Master.

He placed the thoughts in the back of his mind and followed the others into Red Pole's camp.

From the heart of the array, Feng Fan watched the Obsidian Court assassins slip through the breach with a satisfied grin. "Took me three hours to set the stage for you... I hope you enjoy the performance."

Meanwhile, Xiao Zendong turned back to glance at the path they had taken. Once the last assassin stepped inside, he gave the order. "Groups of five or four. Move toward the center and eliminate anyone in your way. Stay out of sight. If any of you screw this up, I'll hang you myself."

No one questioned the threat. They had seen Xiao Zendong's cruelty before; he was more than capable of following through.

With silent precision, the five hundred assassins split into groups and scattered through Red Pole's camp. Some slipped into the sand, others vanished with advanced illusion techniques, their presence flickering out like ghosts in the desert.

Xiao Zendong led one of the groups himself, accompanied by Cai Xiaowen and two other elite assassins. He wasn't heading straight for the commanders. His eyes were set on the alchemists, the ones responsible for creating the antidotes. Killing them, he believed, would deliver a far more devastating blow to the enemy than simply removing their leaders.

He didn't know the alchemists' exact location, but they were likely stationed near the heart of the camp. If he could find them, it would almost certainly bring him close to the commanders as well. What Xiao Zendong didn't realize, however, was that his team was already being wiped out. One group at a time, the Obsidian Court assassins were being silently eliminated. Not even the people from Red Pole's camp noticed this.

In a secluded part of the camp, a group of four assassins slipped into a tent where two Transcending Tribulation experts from Red Pole sat cross-legged, cultivating in silence. The assassins moved like shadows, cloaked in illusion techniques so refined that even powerful cultivators wouldn't notice them unless they were directly looking.

The strategy was simple. Two would strike from the front to break the concentration of the cultivators, while the other two would deliver the true killing blows from behind. The entire operation needed to be completed in less than half a second. Any delay could trigger an alert and compromise their mission.

It sounded like an impossible task—four Return to Void cultivators taking down two Transcending Tribulation experts in the blink of an eye. But for the assassins of the Obsidian Court, this was routine.

The two assassins at the front gave a subtle nod to their companions in the back, signaling the start of the operation. In perfect unison, four daggers laced with deadly poison appeared in their hands. Like shadows come alive, the front pair lunged forward, aiming directly for the heads of the unsuspecting cultivators.

But they never even made it a meter closer.

Without warning, the sand beneath their feet churned like a living beast and swallowed them whole. One moment they were mid-air, and the next, they were gone, dragged down into the earth without even a sound.

The two remaining assassins in the rear froze. They stared at the spot where their comrades had just been, eyes filled with confusion and growing unease. Their instincts screamed, but too late. The ground beneath them shifted, and they too were pulled into the sand, vanishing without so much as a cry.

Inside the tent, the two Transcending Tribulation experts of Red Pole remained deep in meditation, completely undisturbed. They didn't even sense that their lives had nearly been taken.

This scene was far from unique. Across the camp, multiple assassination teams were erased from existence. Each one falling victim to the various deadly traps and countermeasures meticulously prepared by Feng Fan.