Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 1290 - 671: Uninvited Guest

After calming himself slightly, Lin Tianming looked at the bald old monk, who was still struggling within the sea of fire, and decided not to waste any more time.

In the next instant, Lin Tianming leapt forward.

While still mid-air, Lin Tianming threw a punch with one hand, striking the defense treasure of the bald old monk head-on.

"Boom..."

A reverberating explosion followed, accompanied by a dazzling flash of light.

Soon, a blood-curdling scream echoed across the heavens and earth.

Following the source of the scream, one could see that Lin Tianming’s punch had blasted the bald old monk’s defense treasure several feet away.

At that moment, the immense force passed through the barrier formed by the defense treasure and struck the bald old monk’s body.

At the same time, part of the defense treasure shifted, exposing an opening.

Taking advantage of this gap, the rain of fire from the skies descended.

Faced with this sudden assault from Lin Tianming, it became the final straw that broke the bald old monk’s life.

In that instant, he had no time to react, nor could he free his hands to deal with the descending fire rain.

Under such circumstances, Lin Tianming’s punch collided solidly with his defense treasure.

As for the result, it not only inflicted a fatal blow to the bald old monk but also created a breach.

And with the fire rain crashing down, it completely stripped the bald old monk of any ability to resist.

As his scream came to a halt, the sea of fire also gradually subsided.

Lin Tianming turned to look at the bald old monk, only to see a charred, unrecognizable body lying motionless on the ground—with no signs of life left. A scorched smell lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

As for this thoroughly scorched corpse, it was undoubtedly the bald old monk.

Seeing this scene, a broad grin spread across Lin Tianming’s face as he exhaled deeply, a sense of relief washing over him.

In this battle against the bald old monk, Lin Tianming had neither expended much energy nor exerted great effort to bring him down.

Such a smooth process was something even Lin Tianming hadn’t anticipated before making a move.

Yet upon reflection, he felt it wasn’t too surprising.

He could tell that the bald old monk’s strength was clearly inferior to Yang Yinghai’s.

Additionally, several critical factors determined the ease of this battle.

One of these was undeniably the prestige of Yang Yinghai, originating from a deeply rooted Golden Core force.

Yang Yinghai, having cultivated for centuries, possessed formidable strength and unparalleled combat experience.

Supported by the foundation of the Tianqing Sect, Yang Yinghai had access to endless techniques and an abundant supply of consumable treasures.

Particularly, that Mysterious Grade Spirit Art and the Fourth Order Attack Talisman used by Yang Yinghai had once posed Lin Tianming with a lethal threat.

Thus, during his battle with Yang Yinghai, Lin Tianming faced immense pressure, expending significant energy and True Essence Mana.

In comparison, the bald old monk’s strength was far below Yang Yinghai’s.

Moreover, the bald old monk had witnessed Yang Yinghai—someone in the same realm as himself—being killed and was thoroughly terrified, leaving him lacking in confidence, with his will to fight and courage plummeting to rock bottom.

With such a shift in mentality, the bald old monk hesitated and faltered when facing Lin Tianming, making it impossible for him to unleash his peak battle power.

On top of that, the bald old monk’s methods lacked the variety and richness of Yang Yinghai’s, nor did he possess abundant consumable treasures of sufficient strength.

Under these conditions, with Lin Tianming’s steady and meticulous strategy, the bald old monk was utterly unable to reverse the situation.

In the end, he was entirely led by Lin Tianming’s pace.

In such circumstances, the bald old monk gradually lost his fighting spirit and initiative.

Ultimately, the bald old monk was killed in one decisive strike by Lin Tianming, completely falling on this battlefield, becoming the second Late Stage Golden Core combatant to perish in this arena.

Given all this, such an outcome was naturally inevitable.

Understanding this, Lin Tianming, while grateful, felt immense satisfaction with the results of the battle.

By the end of this clash, Lin Tianming once again displayed his overwhelming prowess, consecutively slaying two Late Stage Golden Core experts from the opposing factions.

Such a harvest was indeed remarkable.

At this moment, though, Lin Tianming himself sustained some injuries, his energy significantly depleted, and his power slightly diminished compared to his peak form.

Yet regardless, Lin Tianming not only accomplished his initial plan but even exceeded his intended goals.

Returning his focus, Lin Tianming gradually calmed his mind.

At this moment, he turned his gaze toward the other battlegrounds.

Following his line of sight, Qin Xi had already successfully slain a Mid Stage Golden Core cultivator, while her other opponent had been severely injured.

At this rate, in just a few more exchanges, Qin Xi would fully settle the two adversaries she was battling.

As for Lin Tianhu, he had also killed an opponent of the same level and, now free, was heading toward Lin Tianfeng’s battlefield.

At this moment, Lin Tianfeng was already holding a decisive advantage, with his opponent gravely wounded and their strength significantly diminished.

Now with Lin Tianhu arriving, it was evident that he intended to assist Lin Tianfeng in taking down his enemy as quickly as possible.

Without any surprises, under their combined assault, they would likely slay their foe instantly.

By then, Lin Tianfeng would surely go to aid Sun Ling’er.

Thus, it seemed that the Lin Family members were securing a grand victory and wouldn’t require Lin Tianming’s attention for now.