My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading Chapter 251: Anger That Feeds Her Flame

Amidst the chaos, a lone woman floated in the air. Her dark red eyes burned with fierce determination and unyielding anger, while her long hair whipped wildly in the scorching wind.

Despite standing in the heart of hell itself, not a single ember or shard of rock dared to touch her.

"Is this what you want? Destroy all life just to kill ?" the woman scread at the sky, her voice dripping with defiance. "Such heavens... I don't need them!"

She shifted her stance, sliding her left leg back and bending her knees, gripping the spear with both hands. Then, with explosive force, she shot upward.

The spear in her grasp blazed with black flas, its light piercing through the dense smoke. With every ter she ascended, the flas grew fiercer, devouring spiritual qi from miles around, feeding the weapon's ravenous power.

"I SHALL BURN THE HEAVENS!" she roared, her voice echoing through the sky as she drove the spear into the very heart of the heavens.

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With the dark red spear in hand, Xue Qiang opened her eyes. Her once bright red irises had darkened, and her hair had taken on the sa deep crimson shade.

"Primordial Burning Scripture," she whispered, the na of the cultivation technique now engraved into her mind.

The flow of spiritual qi within her body shifted, igniting flas that erupted from her skin—darker and more intense than before. Before the array could start draining her power again, Xue Qiang channeled everything into the spear's tip.

Spiritual qi and scorching flas fused together, forming a concentrated point of energy so dense it warped space and ti around it.

Feng Fan and the others watched in awe as Xue Qiang thrust the spear downward, aiming directly at the square object buried below. The spear's tip touched the tier 8 barrier, and it disappeared as if it had never existed. The spear pierced through the square object, reducing it to a mangled, burnt ss.

The radiant beams that powered the island's formation faded away, growing thinner and thinner until they vanished completely. The foreign cultivators' formation had been destroyed!

Power surged back into those who had been drained, but the damage had already been done—the lives lost couldn't be brought back.

Still filled with the energy of the Suppression Spear, Xue Qiang looked toward the battlefield. Her piercing gaze seed to reach from one end of the island to the other.

"Let's go," she said, her voice seething with fury.

Her spiritual qi surged outward, enveloping her entire team. With a flick of her sleeve, they vanished from the spot and reappeared instantly on the battlefield.

"The formation... it was broken? How?" one of the foreign cultivators asked, disbelief filling his voice.

"Doesn't matter," another replied, sneering. "These dogs have lost all their will to fight. Just kill them all!"

The foreign cultivators continued their relentless slaughter of the Black Turtle Continent's forces. Though their strength had been restored, their determination had been shattered.

Many of them had already tried to escape, and the destruction of their battle formation had left them vulnerable. Regaining their previous coordination seed nearly impossible.

Despite their efforts, the tide of battle had completely shifted in favor of the foreign cultivators. Two thousand lives from the Black Turtle Continent's side were claid, while fewer than a thousand of their own had fallen.

Xue Qiang's gaze narrowed as she watched the counters on the side, her frustration growing. Since her transformation, her temper had grown more volatile, and now, it was all but impossible to contain.

"You all... can go to hell!" she shouted, her voice thick with fury.

With a roar, Xue Qiang's spear erupted in a burst of power, unleashing a surge of energy that tore through the battlefield like a storm.

Her attack caught the foreign cultivators off guard. A beam of fla erupted in a straight line, instantly incinerating dozens of them with a single strike. They didn't even have ti to react as their bodies were reduced to cinders. The few who were fortunate enough to be outside the blast zone stared at her in sheer horror.

"Impossible! That's not sothing a Nascent Soul cultivator should be able to do!" one of them shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

"Don't worry, she's just one person. We can kill her quickly!" another foreign cultivator tried to rally the others.

They regrouped, their eyes burning with determination, and focused all their attacks on Xue Qiang. The sky lit up as dozens of spells and attacks soared toward her.

But Xue Qiang didn't flinch. No fear could be seen on her expression. Only anger radiated from her, fierce enough to scorch everything on her path. Her expression was filled with pure wrath, strong enough to make one believe she could set hell itself on fire.

Her spear danced in her hands, moving with perfect grace. Each ti an attack ca within range, the dark flas around her burned it to nothing. No attack ca closer than three ters to her body.

The foreign cultivators watched in disbelief as their assaults were rendered completely useless. Their determination began to waver.

"I-Impossible… what kind of monster is this? She shouldn't be here!" one of them stamred.

"Soone call the elders! The Black Turtle Continent is cheating!" another foreign cultivator shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

"No! Don't stop! Keep attacking! She can't hold on forever!" a third foreign cultivator barked, trying to rally the group.

So of them gathered their courage and launched another round of attacks. They knew that if they scattered or ran, they would be easy targets. The only hope they had was to stay together and keep pressing their attacks on the formidable opponent before them.

But Xue Qiang wasn't concerned with their tactics. To her, it made no difference whether they attacked in unison, alone or tried to escape. The only difference was how long it would take for her to eliminate them all.

"Useless," she muttered under her breath, her voice hot as the Sun.

With a wave of her hand, her flas surged forward. The black inferno engulfed all the attacks within dozens of ters of her, consuming everything in its path. The foreign cultivators unlucky enough to be caught within her range were instantly incinerated.

In the blink of an eye, dozens more fell, their screams silenced by the overwhelming force of her flas. Despair spread through the remaining foreign cultivators as their numbers continued to dwindle.

Feng Fan, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but smile bitterly. "With you doing everything… was there even a need for us to be here?" he murmured to himself.

Xue Qiang's relentless assault not only decimated the foreign cultivators but also restored the resolve of those on her side. Seeing the figure of the God of Fire burning their enemies to ash, they knew there was no longer any reason to flee.

"Attack with the God of Fire! Kill the invaders!" a cultivator from the Black Turtle Continent shouted, his voice filled with a determination that quickly spread to others, igniting their fighting spirit like a blaze in a dry forest.

"Move together, don't show rcy to these bastards!" another roared, rallying his comrades to stand firm.

The battle had shifted completely in their favor.