Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2199 - 1124: Nascent Soul Self-Destruction (2)

This embodies the grand ambitions Lin Tianming harbors for the Lin Family.

Furthermore, Lin Tianming possesses absolute faith in Lin Tianyun and Qin Xi.

With such preparations in place, the Lin Family stands fully ready and has no reason whatsoever to seek reconciliation with the Blood Red Alliance.

Even if reconciliation occurred, the Lin Family could never forge an alliance with the Blood Red Alliance.

Instead, allying with the Blood Red Alliance would position them against every power in Qingzhou.

Over tens of thousands of years, the Blood Red Alliance has provoked numerous factions, some even Nascent Soul forces among them.

The Yulan Sect, a colossal entity in Qingzhou, especially harbors an unending grudge against the Blood Red Alliance.

In this context, if the Lin Family delivers a crushing blow to the Blood Red Alliance—or eradicates it entirely—it would delight all Qingzhou powers and earn the Lin Family lasting fame.

Thus, engaging in a desperate battle to the death with the Blood Red Alliance emerges as the optimal path for the Lin Family right now.

This strategy aligns perfectly with Lin Tianming's own intentions.

Currently, the Lin Family boasts the power and promise to seize this moment, rendering it foolish to squander such a prime chance.

Grasping this reality, Lin Tianming kept his face impassive while firmly resolving his course in his mind.

Therefore, turning to Song Chufeng next, Lin Tianming sneered coldly: "Mr. Song, isn’t it too late to discuss this now!"

"You know full well that during the Yuxu Country border clash back then, Mr. Song showed no such demeanor."

"And moments ago, before my arrival, Mr. Song displayed no such stance toward my Lin Family either."

"Heh heh..."

"Now that the tide turns against the Blood Red Alliance, Mr. Song shifts his tune and stoops to feign weakness."

"How laughable..."

Lin Tianming's mockery rang out unabashedly, his resolve unshaken.

Hearing these words, Song Chufeng's face twisted abruptly into a hideous scowl.

Song Chufeng had somewhat foreseen Lin Tianming's reply, yet clung to faint hope that fear of the Blood Red Alliance's might would deter him from open hostility.

Hence, he had appealed using both logic and sentiment.

Yet Lin Tianming proved utterly unmoved.

This filled Song Chufeng with fury and astonishment.

Finding persuasion futile, Song Chufeng switched to intimidation: "Lin, do you truly intend to battle me unto death?"

"Remember, though I lag behind your strength, I remain a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator."

"Push me to desperation, and even if I perish, I'll drag a steep toll from you."

Song Chufeng issued his threat boldly, aiming to pressure Lin Tianming into granting him a way out.

From the outset, however, Lin Tianming harbored no thought of compromise with Song Chufeng, rendering such warnings powerless.

The Blood Red Alliance backing him held no terror for Lin Tianming either, as he long plotted to obliterate this scourge from Qingzhou.

With this mindset, Lin Tianming exuded unyielding determination, offering Song Chufeng zero openings.

Thus, he snorted icily and retorted without pause.

"Old dog, do you believe I'd cower before the Blood Red Alliance?"

"Today, forget you—even your senior brother couldn't spare your wretched life."

Lin Tianming declared boldly, betraying not a shred of dread.

"You..."

"Will you truly stake your life against mine?"

Song Chufeng bellowed in rage at Lin Tianming, struggling to accept his ironclad resolve.

Yet Lin Tianming stood firm, promptly unleashing the Tiangang Sword in his grasp.

Instantly, a majestic silver-white dragon, vivid and roaring, surged forth toward Song Chufeng.

Lin Tianming's move thus proclaimed his unyielding position, slamming shut all doors to talks.

Song Chufeng, confronting this assault, brimmed with outrage and alarm, his visage paling to ashen gray.

As the silver-white dragon closed in, Song Chufeng wasted no more time.

He knew all too well Lin Tianming's overwhelming prowess.

Against such a foe, any slip or hesitation spelled certain doom.

In this pinch, with Lin Tianming's strike bearing down, Song Chufeng—loath as he was to clash fatally—must counter regardless.

He fell back while summoning his Spiritual Treasure Long Sword anew, firing off multiple Blade Qi arcs to repel the oncoming assault.

The strikes met in a flash.

"Bang Bang Bang..."

Suddenly, the serene skies thundered once more with earth-shaking booms.

Ferocious flames erupted skyward as shockwaves rampaged outward wildly.

Amid the blaze, Song Chufeng hurtled backward like a snapped kite.

Even airborne, relentless forces battered him, flushing his face from pale to flushed, forcing ragged breaths.

Hardly steadying himself, blood seeped from Song Chufeng's mouth, his presence dimming sharply.

As glows dimmed and tremors ceased.

Lin Tianming emerged unscathed, aura surging ever higher.

This exchange aggravated Song Chufeng's wounds further.

Lin Tianming, by contrast, brimmed with vigor, his blatant murderous aura stoking terror in Song Chufeng's chest.

Witnessing Lin Tianming's slaughter-god demeanor amid his own mounting injuries, Song Chufeng first tasted utter helplessness.

This sensation had eluded him for ages.

Last felt against Chen Guanghua and Zhou Tianlong.

Those two, Great Elders of Blood Red Alliance and Yulan Sect, reigned at Nascent Soul Middle Stage, apex terrors of Qingzhou.

Now, Lin Tianming evoked the same dread.

Song Chufeng thus realized he couldn't prevail today.

Still, as a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, meek surrender wasn't his way—merely prolonging doom.

Decisively, Song Chufeng vaulted skyward, charging Lin Tianming headlong.

Mid-flight, he formed intricate seals and chanted incantations.

Swiftly, a baby resembling Song Chufeng by seventy to eighty percent materialized overhead.

This was none other than Song Chufeng’s Nascent Soul.

Under his command, the infant gaped wide, inhaling Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi voraciously.

Consequently, ambient primordial energy funneled madly into its maw, swallowed whole.

In mere instants, the infant ballooned over twofold, aura climbing to Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

It resembled a bloated titan babe.

Fueled by ceaseless Yuan Qi, its features warped into something nightmarish.

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