Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 2197 - 1123: Inescapable Fate (Part 2)

This blood-colored giant blade hovered in midair, constantly emitting an astonishingly bloody aura, along with countless wailing shrieks, which was truly soul-stirring.

Besides that, the terrifying blade qi continued to spread, causing intense fluctuations that seemed capable of shaking the heavens and the earth.

This time, Song Chufeng activated the spirit art once again.

By now, he understood that ordinary methods couldn’t pose any threat to Lin Tianming, nor could they hold him off for long.

Only an attack with the immense power of a spirit art might make Lin Tianming hesitant.

Understanding this, Song Chufeng decided not to hold back, not wishing to waste time pointlessly.

Thus, at this moment, Song Chufeng was prepared to risk everything.

Feeling the silvery-white dragon approaching, Song Chufeng wasted no time.

And at that moment, the blood-colored giant blade above his head had almost completed its form, its momentum consolidated to the peak, its power maximized.

What’s next, it’s time to give it everything!

With his mind made up, Song Chufeng looked at the scene before him and shouted.

"Blood Emperor Dominating Blade Slash!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-colored giant blade suspended above his head charged out with a boom, slashing directly at the incoming silvery-white dragon.

In an instant, the blood-colored giant blade clashed head-on with the silvery-white dragon.

"Boom..."

In a flash, a deafening noise echoed through the heavens and the earth.

Then, dazzling light bloomed once more, completely covering the entire land.

At the center of this radiance, the illusory body of the silvery-white dragon held for a moment before being shattered by the blood-colored giant blade.

Subsequently, the body of the silvery-white dragon dissipated into specks of starlight into the heavens and the earth.

Meanwhile, the Tiangang Sword itself was flung away by the enormous power, ultimately retrieved by Lin Tianming from afar.

Following this, the blood-colored giant blade didn’t stop at all but continued to slash toward Lin Tianming.

Witnessing all this unfold, Lin Tianming’s expression remained calm, seemingly unfazed by Song Chufeng’s spirit arts attack.

In reality, Lin Tianming indeed wasn’t that apprehensive of Song Chufeng now.

Lin Tianming had experienced the spirit arts attack that Song Chufeng unleashed back when he was at the Golden Core Stage.

Although this round of attack was quite powerful and seemed even stronger than when Song Chufeng last performed this technique.

However, Lin Tianming now was indeed a different being.

In the current cultivation realm, Lin Tianming had firsthand insight into the might of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.

To say the least, his body’s true essence mana was vast like the ocean, and its quality far surpassed what it was at the Golden Core Stage, becoming much stronger and more robust.

Given this enhancement, even a simple spell attack with a mere flick of his power had world-ending effects.

Under such an advantage, Lin Tianming did not regard Song Chufeng at all.

Therefore, when Song Chufeng summoned the spirit arts again, Lin Tianming couldn’t help but smirk contemptuously.

Next, without a trace of evasion, he surged directly towards the blood-colored giant blade.

While still in midair, Lin Tianming waved his hand, and the Tiangang Sword was unveiled once more.

This time, he still executed the most basic of the Tiangang Ninth Sword, generating an even larger silvery-white dragon with lightning speed, to confront the blood-colored giant blade directly.

Lin Tianming handled it swiftly, without a trace of procrastination, using methods he had employed countless times with great fluency.

Under his control, an even more massive silvery-white dragon tore through the sky, roaring as it charged towards the blood-colored giant blade.

Swift as lightning, the two attacks clashed head-on in an instant.

"Boom!"

A thunderous noise came through, intense flames shot skyward, accompanied by a horrific impact wave, rolling out layer by layer like ocean waves.

Song Chufeng, witnessing all this with his own eyes, moved swiftly.

With the aid of the impact wave, Song Chufeng used the force to quickly retreat backward.

Still in midair, Song Chufeng’s complexion changed between blue and white, obviously suffering a significant impact.

However, determined to swiftly gain a safe distance, Song Chufeng relentlessly persevered.

With his resilience, Song Chufeng withstood the impact wave, leveraging its power to retreat several hundred feet back.

Steadying himself slightly, Song Chufeng dared not delay, hastily shooting off in a particular direction without looking back.

His speed was quick, and his escape decisive, showing no concern for the outcome of this round of attack.

Including those disciples of the Blood Red Alliance, Song Chufeng held no attachment, nor any hesitation.

In such circumstances, Song Chufeng made a swift getaway.

In the blink of an eye, Song Chufeng had already fled a thousand feet away.

At this moment, amidst the radiance behind him, the silvery-white dragon, in resistance against the blood-colored giant blade, eventually shattered this spirit arts attack.

Following this, the silvery-white dragon continued its assault forward.

Unfortunately, Song Chufeng had already flown far away, and to expect the incomplete silvery-white dragon to stop Song Chufeng would clearly be unrealistic.

Nonetheless, at this critical juncture, Lin Tianming had long anticipated this.

In his heart, it was clear to him that Song Chufeng, knowing he wasn’t a match, would inevitably choose to flee.

From the opponent’s standpoint, it was understandable for Song Chufeng to do so.

After all, the disparity in strength between the two was obvious, creating a significant chasm.

In this scenario, resisting would not likely change the outcome, and Song Chufeng would ultimately meet a demise.

Conversely, by choosing to escape when least expected, there remained some hope for him to get away.

Song Chufeng was very clear on this.

Lin Tianming, equally understanding of Song Chufeng’s psyche, was thus mentally prepared.

Therefore, at the moment the silvery-white dragon shattered the blood-colored giant blade, Lin Tianming’s body suddenly turned, his steps taking him a hundred feet forward in an instant.

At this point, amidst the enormous impact wave, Lin Tianming, aided by the Eye of Five Colors, moved like a swift swallow, each step unpredictable.

At his speed, the mighty impact wave had little influence on him.

Quickly, Lin Tianming’s body closed in on the fleeing Song Chufeng, bizarrely appearing behind him, only a few hundred feet away.

And this distance, for a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, was but a breath away, possibly just a breath’s time before Lin Tianming caught up to Song Chufeng.

Song Chufeng glanced sideways, and upon seeing Lin Tianming’s oddly shaped figure appearing behind him, he was utterly shocked.

Within, though aware of Lin Tianming’s strength and speed.

Yet, he never expected it would be this fast.

Bear in mind, he was risking quite a lot, leveraging the recoil from the impact wave, to barely manage a distance of over a thousand feet.

For this, he was somewhat relieved earlier, thinking Lin Tianming seemingly had no guard, allowing him to escape a thousand feet easily.

The reality, however, was that Lin Tianming was not unguarded but had absolute confidence in catching up to him.

Now, Lin Tianming, through his exceedingly strange form, already proved this to Song Chufeng.

Thus, upon seeing Lin Tianming having caught up, Song Chufeng’s heart was filled with shock, but even more with terror.

At this moment, he realized his fate, that the prospect of escaping was unrealistic.

But if he continued to resist, he was still no match for Lin Tianming.

Conclusively, Song Chufeng now understood he was unquestionably doomed under Lin Tianming’s gaze today.

Realizing this, Song Chufeng’s face turned ashen, and his heart fell into utter despair.

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