Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2201 - 1125: Slaying the Nascent Soul (2)

Song Chufeng no longer held back, poised to detonate his Nascent Soul at any instant.

Right as he prepared to self-destruct his Nascent Soul, a blinding blue flash erupted before his eyes, sealing them shut.

The next instant brought a thunderous boom to his ears.

Straight after, Song Chufeng's body soared uncontrollably through the air, tossed like a leaf in a storm.

He fought desperately to force his eyes open, but it proved futile.

Then, his mind started to blur and fade, the world around him growing hazy.

Even so, a sharp cracking noise pierced through, reminiscent of a globe shattering under pressure.

What Song Chufeng sensed was no mere fancy—it was reality unfolding.

For at the very brink of his Nascent Soul self-destruction, Lin Tianming's Blue Heart True Flame came crashing down.

In that split second, the fireball hurtled forward at unbelievable velocity, materializing right before the bulging Nascent Soul form.

Without pause, the fireball ripped straight through the Nascent Soul figure's frame, utterly stopping the self-destruction process.

This Nascent Soul figure, acting as a container brimming with primordial energy, cracked open upon impact and unleashed torrents of that energy, visible even to the naked eye.

In mere moments, the Nascent Soul figure shriveled into a desiccated shell.

Soon, that shell broke apart fragment by fragment, crumbling like an ancient, battered wall.

All the while, the ferocious fireball surged onward, slicing through Song Chufeng’s physical body before fading into nothingness.

With Song Chufeng’s form plummeting earthward, the chaotic energies of heaven and earth quieted, plunging all into calm.

Song Chufeng’s corpse now sprawled lifeless on the ground, a gaping wound in his chest, swathes of flesh burned pitch-black, every spark of life extinguished.

His distinctive aura too scattered into the void at that moment, vanishing without a remnant.

Upon beholding this sight, Lin Tianming let out a heavy breath of relief.

The clash had been short, confined to just several exchanges.

Yet the ordeal brimmed with deadly peril.

Should a Nascent Soul cultivator manage to detonate their Nascent Soul, the resulting blast could rend the world asunder.

Lin Tianming had never endured such a thing himself, but its horrors were clear in his mind.

Just prior, Song Chufeng had teetered on the edge of success.

Thank heavens Lin Tianming foresaw it and set up safeguards, letting his strike land precisely when it mattered most to foil the self-destruction.

Had Song Chufeng pulled it off, even Lin Tianming’s mighty cultivation and robust body might not have spared him from a fatal end.

He himself had shouldered immense danger through it all, rendering the fight truly hair-raising.

His preparations held firm, bolstered by a stroke of fortune, enabling the perfect interruption of Song Chufeng’s Nascent Soul detonation.

Lin Tianming grasped this truth fully.

Now that Song Chufeng lay dead, the dust had fully settled.

Lin Tianming drifted down from the skies, a triumphant smile lighting his composed visage.

This fierce duel deepened Lin Tianming’s grasp of his own capabilities.

To him, his power had soared vastly beyond his days at Golden Core Great Yuan Man.

Back then, he already rivaled Song Chufeng closely.

Now, clashing anew, he utterly overpowered the foe, turning it into a total rout.

In his estimation, his current might let him stand against Nascent Soul Middle Stage powerhouses with confidence.

Overcoming one might prove tough still.

Regardless, Nascent Soul Middle Stage foes no longer spelled certain doom for him.

At worst, if victory eluded him, escape would lie within reach, beyond their grasp to stop.

Such was Lin Tianming’s faith in his prowess.

With that conviction, joy surged in his chest as his smile widened.

Meanwhile, in the Lin Family’s stronghold, over a thousand clansmen had witnessed the entire showdown.

As Song Chufeng neared his Nascent Soul self-explosion, terror gripped every soul, faces drained white, hearts pounding in dread.

Those closest, like Lin Shilu, paled utterly, drenched in cold sweat for Lin Tianming’s sake.

Yet Lin Tianming’s might prevailed, his foresight impeccable, thwarting the blast right as Song Chufeng ignited it.

The outcome matched every clansman’s deepest hopes.

Thus, as Lin Tianming felled Song Chufeng, roars of jubilation erupted among the Lin Family, the grounds erupting in wild fervor.

Lin Shilu especially unclenched his gripped heart at last.

Replaced by pure, unbridled elation.

To him, this duel between Lin Tianming and Song Chufeng decided the Lin Family’s entire destiny, the lives of all hanging in the balance.

Had Song Chufeng triumphed, despite solid defenses, the Blood Red Alliance’s Mountain Protection Array would eventually overrun them.

Under that onslaught, few Lin Family members would endure, dooming the clan to oblivion.

Instead, Lin Tianming’s victory over Song Chufeng dissolved the looming catastrophe.

Henceforth, backed by Lin Tianming’s cultivation might, the Lin Family could stake its claim in Qingzhou unyieldingly.

Moreover, with a sturdy base and multiple Nascent Soul Spiritual Items in hand, boundless growth awaited.

Still, true expansion demanded time to unfold.

Lin Tianming’s slaying of Song Chufeng not only lifted the immediate peril but safeguarded their foundations and path forward.

Even if the Blood Red Alliance pursued vengeance with full fury, excessive fear proved needless.

Lin Tianming’s display in crushing Song Chufeng marked him as a match for Nascent Soul Middle Stage foes.

In that light, should Blood Red Alliance Great Elder Chen Guanghua arrive, subduing Lin Tianming would elude him.

Killing him? An even taller order.

As long as Lin Tianming stood tall, the Lin Family could defy any Nascent Soul power in Qingzhou—even titans like Blood Red Alliance or Yulan Sect.

Lesser Nascent Soul groups such as Tang Family or Thousand Melody Sect now lacked the edge to overwhelm them.

This victory thus carried monumental weight for every Lin clansman.

Lin Shilu recognized it keenly.

A breathing space now opened for the Lin Family.

Seizing it, they could surge ahead in strength and territory.

In the coming decades at least, those Nascent Soul Spiritual Items would propel rapid advances.

One more Nascent Soul clansman emerging would grant them solid footing across Qingzhou.

Enough to challenge behemoths like Blood Red Alliance and Yulan Sect.

Two or three additional Nascent Soul members would cement top-tier status, even sans Middle Stage, with Lin Tianming at the helm.

Then, even Blood Red Alliance would bow under Lin Family pressure.

Grasping this, and seeing Lin Tianming triumph over the self-destruction peril, Lin Shilu’s eyes welled with tears.

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