Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 1287 - 669: Old Baldy!_2

A fresh arm-length wound appeared on Overlord Tiger’s body, revealing crimson flesh inside, with blood seeping out and quickly staining a large patch of ground red.

This wound was caused by the Bald Old Monk’s attack just moments ago.

With this strike, Overlord Tiger’s injuries worsened, its condition deteriorating further, and its aura was noticeably weaker than before.

Fortunately, when Overlord Tiger saw Lin Tianming appear, hovering precisely above its head in the sky, a glimmer of hope surged within.

This moment seemed to signal to Overlord Tiger that its savior had arrived, causing its aura to rise slightly.

On the opposing side, the Bald Old Monk had just stabilized his footing, standing opposite Lin Tianming and locking eyes with him through the air.

The sudden appearance of Lin Tianming made the Bald Old Monk’s expression turn grim and somber.

In his heart, he harbored deep fear toward Lin Tianming, adopting a stance akin to meeting a formidable enemy.

The source of his fear stemmed from Lin Tianming’s prior act of killing Yang Yinghai, of which the Bald Old Monk had witnessed every detail.

Although the Bald Old Monk was confident in his own strength, he knew that if faced with Yang Yinghai alone, he could never achieve the ease with which Lin Tianming had done so.

Moreover, to single-handedly kill someone as strong and resourceful as Yang Yinghai, the Bald Old Monk couldn’t muster even a shred of confidence.

In contrast, Lin Tianming’s entire process of killing Yang Yinghai was swift and decisive, without a hint of hesitation. Not only did Lin Tianming avoid any fatal injuries, but he was also the first to finish his battle among late-stage Golden Core combatants.

Furthermore, throughout the fight, Lin Tianming forced Yang Yinghai to reveal every trick and strategy he possessed. freeweɓnøvel.com

It’s fair to say that Yang Yinghai exerted every ounce of his power during the battle.

Yet even with such effort, Yang Yinghai—a renowned late-stage Golden Core expert who had shaken the Jin Feng Nation cultivation world for years—was easily killed by Lin Tianming without significant difficulty.

This level of efficiency and the resulting accomplishment would intimidate and alarm anyone of the same cultivation rank.

Including the Bald Old Monk, who now felt a similar sense of dread.

Currently, with Lin Tianming standing before him, the Bald Old Monk could do nothing but swallow his fear.

Still, for the sake of his pride, the Bald Old Monk feigned calmness.

Afterward, he didn’t rush to attack but instead sized up Lin Tianming while issuing a threatening statement.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, if you retreat now and allow this old monk to kill this beast, I might spare your life."

"Otherwise, you’ll leave your life behind as well!"

Hearing this, Lin Tianming laughed coldly, his face full of scorn.

"Heh... Bald donkey, stop spouting nonsense!"

"If you want to fight, then do it quickly—don’t waste this lord’s time!"

Showing no mercy, Lin Tianming countered directly with fury.

Upon hearing Lin Tianming’s words and seeing his attitude, the Bald Old Monk’s face turned unsightly, rage surging straight to his head.

However, constrained by Lin Tianming’s strength and frightening accomplishments, the Bald Old Monk dared not make any rash moves.

At the same time, the Bald Old Monk gripped his magical treasure tightly, readying himself to respond to Lin Tianming’s attacks at any moment.

On the other hand, Lin Tianming, observing the Bald Old Monk’s stance, understood that the monk was likely apprehensive of him.

This behavior signified the Bald Old Monk’s lack of confidence.

Another possibility was that the Bald Old Monk had been intimidated by the way Lin Tianming killed Yang Yinghai.

Under such circumstances, the Bald Old Monk’s aura took a sharp drop. Compared to earlier, he no longer possessed the same arrogant and unrestrained demeanor when chasing After Overlord Tiger.

At this moment, Lin Tianming, though wary of the Bald Old Monk’s power, was steadfast in his goal.

That goal was to capitalize on the fact that he still retained eighty or ninety percent of his strength to achieve greater victories, thus relieving pressure on the Liang Family camp and the Lin Family members.

Thus, seeing the Bald Old Monk hesitate to attack, Lin Tianming decided to seize the moment while his momentum was strong and take the initiative, gaining control of the situation.

Once he held the upper hand in the battle, he could turn the tide at crucial moments to secure victory.

Understanding this, Lin Tianming made his decision.

In the next instant, Lin Tianming struck first.

At once, the Tiangang Sword in Lin Tianming’s hand flashed brightly before shooting straight into the sky.

Immediately after, Lin Tianming flicked his fingers repeatedly, sending beams of spiritual light precisely onto the Tiangang Sword.

"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."

Accompanied by the sound of the sword humming, the Tiangang Sword shot forward like a dragon, charging toward the Bald Old Monk.

Activating the Tiangang Ninth Sword divine skill, Lin Tianming broke the deadlock by launching the first strike.

At this moment, the Bald Old Monk, seeing Lin Tianming’s defiance and aggressive move, was both furious and alarmed.

After all, he too was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator whose power ranked among the best within his level.

For many years, numerous Golden Core cultivators and countless Third Order demonic beasts had perished by his hand.

Although he wasn’t a native of Jin Feng Nation and his reputation wasn’t widely known there, he remained a top-tier cultivator wherever he went. Even Hua Zhenxing was polite to him, promising significant rewards and taking great care not to offend him when requesting his aid.

He valued his pride and was accustomed to being respected.

But Lin Tianming ignored his threats entirely, mocking him openly and attacking without hesitation, showing absolute disregard for his standing.

Faced with such blatant disrespect, the Bald Old Monk felt both infuriated and humiliated.

Now that Lin Tianming had attacked to break the deadlock, no matter how much the Bald Old Monk feared him, he had no choice but to respond.

Thus, as Lin Tianming made his move, the Bald Old Monk simultaneously swung his own magical treasure forward.

The Bald Old Monk’s magical treasure was an ebony staff, glossy and smooth, roughly one zhang in length and arm-thick, adorned with numerous golden runes on its surface.

Gripping the black staff, the Bald Old Monk wasted no time, slamming his palm onto the treasure without hesitation.

With a muffled noise echoing, the staff immediately expanded, sending a surge of energy straight into the clouds, radiating an unparalleled aura.

Then, wielding his staff with force, the Bald Old Monk unleashed a beam of black light that blasted toward Lin Tianming’s position.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Tianming’s Tiangang Sword collided head-on with the black beam from the Bald Old Monk’s staff.

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion echoed, accompanied by flames erupting violently into the sky.

Amid the fiery light, a shockwave burst forth, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Wherever the shockwave reached, fierce winds roared, sand and rocks flew, and the earth cracked apart.

Both Lin Tianming and the Bald Old Monk ended up engulfed by the massive shockwave.

Within the shockwave, Lin Tianming’s hair and Daoist robe whipped wildly as he was forced back dozens of zhang before stabilizing himself.

Lin Tianming felt his qi-blood churn internally but managed to suppress it forcibly.

On the other side, the Bald Old Monk also fared poorly.

After all, neither held back in this initial clash, utilizing their magical treasures and divine skills to the fullest.

Given their respective cultivation levels, the destructive force of such a direct collision was staggering.

The Bald Old Monk primarily followed a cultivation path, unlike Lin Tianming, who was a dual cultivator of body and law, endowed with immense physical strength and terrifying recovery abilities.

Additionally, Lin Tianming’s resilience far outstripped that of the Bald Old Monk.

Under identical conditions of bombardment, Lin Tianming could endure and emerge relatively unscathed without suffering injuries.

At most, he’d experience some discomfort and internal qi-blood turbulence.

But the Bald Old Monk lacked Lin Tianming’s defensive capabilities, forcing him to pay a heavier price.

Under the impact of the shockwave, the Bald Old Monk indeed suffered injuries, retreating nearly a hundred zhang away.

Compared to Lin Tianming’s lesser retreat, the distance underscored the Bald Old Monk’s disadvantage.

Furthermore, once the Bald Old Monk stabilized his stance, he couldn’t stop himself from coughing up a mouthful of blood, his face paling visibly.

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