My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading Chapter 166 Sealing The Heavens

Hou ngyao crashed into the river, his vision spinning and his mind teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. The heavens qi within his body surged, rapidly repairing the damage to his cracked skull and restoring his clarity.

As he regained full awareness, he looked up and saw Feng Fan descending toward him.

Rage twisted Hou ngyao's face. 'I won't lose!' he vowed internally.

The qi within him erupted, forcing the water around him into a vacuum-like void. His sword, which had fallen into the river during the impact, trembled before flying back into his hand as if called by an unbreakable bond.

Raising the blade high above his head, Hou ngyao gathered all the power coursing through his ridians. Behind him, an ethereal figure of an immortal materialized, mirroring his stance with a sword lifted high.

"Cutting Heaven and Earth!" Hou ngyao roared, his voice echoing like thunder.

Spiritual qi erupted from his body in waves, sending out a vertical slash so powerful that the fabric of space trembled. The pocket dinsion strained under the pressure, its edges threatening to fracture under the might of the attack.

Feng Fan's expression turned grave. "Little Brick, it's all on you!"

The Suppression Relic responded with a resonating hum, its crimson patterns glowing brighter with determination. Feng Fan infused it with suppression qi, its power surging to its peak, and hurled it forward with all his might.

The relic shot through the air like a blazing cot, leaving a vibrant red streak in its wake. When it collided with Hou ngyao's sword slash, the clash was catastrophic.

The pocket dinsion, already strained under their imnse power, could no longer endure. For less than a fraction of a second, a small section of space shattered, exposing the void beyond.

Back in the main plaza, where the elders anxiously awaited the return of the screens, a faint rift appeared and vanished almost instantly. Most didn't notice, but the experts who had ascended to the Return to Void realm or beyond sensed it imdiately—especially Yin Bao.

His expression shifted, a rare look of concern crossing his face. He quickly retrieved a communication token from his space ring, his voice sharp and commanding.

"Elder Ding, the pocket dinsion's space is fracturing. What in the heavens is happening?"

A hurried reply ca through, filled with uncertainty.

"I-I don't know, Elder Yin. This is unprecedented. Sothing is interfering with our connection to the dinsion."

Yin Bao's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"If this isn't resolved in the next minute, I will tear open the space myself," he growled. "Even if it ans canceling the competition."

After neutralizing the slash, Feng Fan caught the Suppression Relic midair and surged forward, unwavering in his pursuit of Hou ngyao.

Behind him, a colossal image of a serene Buddha materialized, radiating an imposing aura. Alongside the Buddha, golden chains and a shimring seal manifested, crackling with power. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Sealing Palm!

Hou ngyao refused to yield, roaring in defiance. He swung his blade with all his might, another vertical slash tearing through the air. The ethereal immortal mirrored his movents, its enormous sword descending in unison.

Palm t blade in an explosion of spiritual qi. The Buddha's palm pressed on, unyielding, as Hou ngyao's blade fractured.

Cracks raced across the weapon until it shattered entirely, unable to withstand the force.

The remnants of the sword disintegrated as Feng Fan's Sealing Palm continued its relentless path, striking Hou ngyao directly in the golden core.

Hou ngyao's eyes widened in horror. He felt the crushing force of the seal invades his body. His golden core and dantian were locked in chains that glowed with suppressive power.

The heavens qi within him, once untouchable, writhed in resistance but was swiftly overwheld, bound by the chains.

His heart sank into despair as his strength evaporated. "N-No! My cultivation… it's everything to ! I can't lose it!" he scread, his voice filled with anguish.

Feng Fan's expression was cold, his voice cutting like a blade. "Don't worry. You won't have to live long enough to miss it."

Without hesitation, Feng Fan gripped the Suppression Relic tightly and hurled it with all his might. The brick streaked through the air, a devastating force that shattered both the river's surface and the fabric of space itself.

It collided with Hou ngyao's body and created a space rift, its chaotic pull dragging him into the void. He wasn't even able to scream before dying, his body disappeared into the abyss, swallowed by the rupture.

But just as Hou ngyao's form vanished, Feng Fan's sharp eyes caught sight of sothing strange. A faint, translucent light escaped from Hou ngyao's body, darting away as if trying to flee.

"What the—?" Feng Fan muttered, baffled.

Before he could act, the Suppression Relic, seemingly moving of its own will, surged after the light. In a swift motion, the relic absorbed it effortlessly, its red glow intensifying for a brief mont before dimming.

Feng Fan hovered in place, puzzled by what he'd just witnessed. "What was that?" he muttered, gripping the Suppression Relic tightly as it returned to his hand.

Sothing about this wasn't over—he could feel it.

—

Just as Yin Bao was preparing to tear through the space, the screens flickered back to life. He let out a sigh of relief, but his mont of peace was short-lived.

Another rift in the fabric of space appeared, far larger than the last. And this ti, sothing much worse followed: a mangled body was thrown violently from the rift.

The figure was barely recognizable, its form torn and broken beyond belief. Yet, despite the disfigurent, there was no mistaking the face.

It was Hou ngyao, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

The first to react was the Sect Master, whose heart sank at the sight of the horrific scene. Despite his years of surviving countless trials, seeing Hou ngyao's body like this brought tears to his eyes.

"N-No… WHO DID THIS? WHO KILLED HIM?!" he shouted, his voice raw with anger and grief.

Hou ngyao had been the brightest star the sect had ever seen, a prodigy with the potential to break into the Immortal Ascension realm.

His rise had promised to bring the Heavenly Sword Sect to unimaginable heights, but now… all of that had been shattered.