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

Capítulo 2197: Chapter 1123: Inescapable Fate (Part 2)

The massive blood-colored blade floated suspended in the air, relentlessly releasing a shocking bloody aura, mingled with endless ghostly wails that deeply unsettled the soul.

Moreover, the fearsome blade qi kept expanding outward, triggering violent tremors that appeared ready to rend the heavens and quake the earth.

This time around, Song Chufeng unleashed the spirit art yet again.

He had realized by now that regular techniques posed no real danger to Lin Tianming and couldn't delay him for much time.

Just a spirit art's overwhelming might could perhaps force Lin Tianming to pause.

Grasping this truth, Song Chufeng chose not to restrain himself, refusing to squander time in vain.

Thus, right then, Song Chufeng steeled himself to go all out.

Sensing the silvery-white dragon drawing near, Song Chufeng acted without delay.

At that instant, the blood-colored giant blade overhead neared full completion, its power gathered to the utmost, reaching maximum intensity.

Now was the moment to unleash full force!

Decision firm, Song Chufeng gazed at the unfolding scene and bellowed.

“Blood Emperor Dominating Blade Slash!”

The words barely left his lips when the blood-colored giant blade above him exploded forward with a thunderous roar, slicing straight toward the approaching silvery-white dragon.

Instantly, the blood-colored giant blade collided directly with the silvery-white dragon.

“Boom…”

In a heartbeat, a earth-shattering explosion reverberated across sky and land.

Brilliant light erupted anew, engulfing the whole battlefield.

At the explosion's core, the silvery-white dragon's ethereal form lingered briefly before the blood-colored giant blade tore it apart.

Soon after, the silvery-white dragon's body scattered into glittering starlight across the heavens and earth.

Meanwhile, the Tiangang Sword got hurled back by the colossal force, only later recalled by Lin Tianming from a distance.

Without pause, the blood-colored giant blade pressed on, hurtling toward Lin Tianming.

Observing everything, Lin Tianming kept his face serene, apparently undisturbed by Song Chufeng's spirit art strike.

In truth, Lin Tianming held little fear toward Song Chufeng at this point.

He had faced Song Chufeng's spirit art back during the Golden Core Stage.

Though this assault packed considerable punch and felt even mightier than the previous use of the technique.

Yet Lin Tianming today stood transformed.

In his present cultivation level, he knew full well the prowess of a Nascent Soul Stage expert.

His true essence mana flowed vast as the sea, its purity far exceeding his Golden Core days, now far denser and more potent.

With such upgrades, even a casual spell cast with minimal effort could devastate worlds.

Owing to this superiority, Lin Tianming dismissed Song Chufeng entirely.

Hence, as Song Chufeng invoked the spirit art once more, Lin Tianming couldn't suppress a scornful sneer.

Without dodging, he charged straight at the blood-colored giant blade.

Mid-flight, Lin Tianming flicked his hand, summoning the Tiangang Sword anew.

Again, he deployed the fundamental Tiangang Ninth Sword form, conjuring a vastly larger silvery-white dragon in a flash to meet the blood-colored giant blade head-on.

Lin Tianming executed it rapidly, no hesitation, drawing on techniques honed through endless repetition with flawless ease.

Under his command, a gigantic silvery-white dragon ripped across the sky, howling as it barreled into the blood-colored giant blade.

Like lightning, the clashes met squarely in moments.

“Boom!”

A colossal blast rang out, fierce flames surged upward, with a devastating shockwave unfurling in waves like raging tides.

Song Chufeng, seeing it all firsthand, darted away at once.

Riding the shockwave's push, he propelled himself backward in haste.

Hovering in the air, his face flickered pale and flushed, clearly battered hard.

Yet bent on creating distance fast, Song Chufeng pushed through stubbornly.

His toughness let him endure the shockwave, using its momentum to fall back hundreds of feet.

Regaining some poise, Song Chufeng didn't linger, bolting off in one direction without a backward glance.

His pace was swift, his flight resolute, ignoring the clash's result entirely.

Even the Blood Red Alliance disciples meant nothing to him; no reluctance or pause.

In this dire spot, Song Chufeng fled decisively.

In moments, he had escaped a thousand feet distant.

Just then, from the glow behind, the silvery-white dragon clashed against the blood-colored giant blade and ultimately demolished the spirit art assault.

Afterward, the silvery-white dragon surged onward.

Regrettably, Song Chufeng was already far off, and chasing him with the damaged silvery-white dragon proved impossible.

Still, Lin Tianming had foreseen this pivotal moment long ago.

He knew in his mind that Song Chufeng, outmatched, would surely opt to run.

From the foe's view, such a choice made perfect sense.

The power gap between them loomed huge, an unbridgeable divide.

Fighting on offered slim odds of altering fate, leading only to death.

But fleeing at an unexpected juncture held a sliver of survival chance.

Song Chufeng grasped this clearly.

Lin Tianming, reading Song Chufeng's mindset well, stayed ready.

Thus, as the silvery-white dragon crushed the blood-colored giant blade, Lin Tianming whirled around, flashing a hundred feet ahead instantly.

Amid the massive shockwave, Lin Tianming, empowered by the Eye of Five Colors, glided like a nimble bird, his movements elusive.

His velocity rendered the potent shockwave negligible.

In no time, Lin Tianming narrowed the gap on the escaping Song Chufeng, materializing eerily behind him, merely hundreds of feet off.

For a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse, that span was a mere instant, perhaps one breath from capture.

Song Chufeng peeked over his shoulder, spotting Lin Tianming's phantom-like form trailing him, and froze in horror.

Though he knew of Lin Tianming's prowess and swiftness.

He hadn't imagined it so extreme.

Remember, he had gambled heavily, borrowing the shockwave's rebound to eke out over a thousand feet.

Earlier, that had eased him somewhat, believing Lin Tianming off-guard, letting him slip away that far.

But in fact, Lin Tianming wasn't caught unaware—he trusted utterly in overtaking him.

Lin Tianming's uncanny pursuit now confirmed it to Song Chufeng.

Seeing Lin Tianming close in, Song Chufeng's heart surged with astonishment, but terror overwhelmed it.

Right then, he accepted his doom; escape was a delusion.

Resisting still left him overpowered.

In the end, Song Chufeng knew he faced certain death before Lin Tianming today.

This truth dawned, draining color from Song Chufeng's face, plunging his spirit into total hopelessness.