Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 1291 - 671: Uninvited Guest_2

Thus, Lin Tianming turned his gaze toward Liang Shaorong at the highest point in the sky.

Under his watchful eyes, Liang Shaorong was still locked in fierce combat with Hua Zhenxing. Their battlefield was intensely heated, and every strike concealed deadly intent.

As it stood, Liang Shaorong was still at a disadvantage, with the entire battle proceeding according to Hua Zhenxing’s rhythm, leaving the situation firmly under his control.

If this continues, Liang Shaorong’s predicament will likely grow more and more dire.

In the end, Liang Shaorong might very well prove to be no match for Hua Zhenxing.

But this was merely conjecture—no one could predict whether Liang Shaorong had some hidden trump card up his sleeve. The same, of course, applied to Hua Zhenxing.

After all, both Liang Shaorong and Hua Zhenxing had cultivated for years and were key figures in the powers they represented.

Moreover, the legacies of both the Liang Family and Yuanchen Sect were long and deeply rooted, their foundations far from shallow.

Under such conditions, it was difficult to say for certain who would emerge victorious in the end.

For now, however, Liang Shaorong was suppressed by Hua Zhenxing and remained at a disadvantage overall.

Fortunately, most of the cultivators in the Liang Family camp had begun to turn the tide, gaining some measure of advantage.

Among them, the battle between Wu Chengfeng and Liang Shaoguang had entered an intense stalemate.

With the grievously injured Overlord Tiger forcibly joining the fray, the already struggling Wu Chengfeng was left even more overwhelmed.

Thus, after several more rounds of brutal fighting, Wu Chengfeng’s situation had grown increasingly precarious.

Apart from that, the cultivators who had originally been disadvantaged found their morale crushed after Lin Tianming consecutively killed Yang Yinghai and the Bald Old Monk.

Internally, they were shaken to their core by Lin Tianming’s terrifying strength and ruthless methods of dispatching opponents.

Under such circumstances, the morale of the cultivators from the four allied forces plummeted to rock bottom.

As a result, the four factions were now teetering on the brink of collapse.

Seeing the tides of battle clear, Lin Tianming let out a long sigh of relief.

So long as the Liang Family camp carefully continued their advance, even if they couldn’t annihilate the four factions entirely, they could at least deal them a heavy blow, thereby securing total victory in this conflict.

At that point, the Liang Family would have survived this crisis.

And with that, the members of the Lin Family would have fulfilled their agreed-upon obligations.

Once the battle was concluded, it would be time for them to leave.

Thinking of this, Lin Tianming couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

Just then, a golden streak of light appeared in the distant sky, shooting swiftly toward Lin Tianming’s direction.

The light traveled at astonishing speed, covering a hundred meters in the span of a single breath.

Moreover, as the golden light sped closer, it created a series of piercing howls accompanied by a forceful presence, stirring up a gust of Gang Wind that swept across the battlefield.

This unexpected and unwelcome arrival immediately caught Lin Tianming’s attention.

He wasn’t the only one—the disturbance caused by the approaching figure soon drew the notice of everyone on the battlefield.

Perhaps it was due to the incoming figure’s overwhelming aura or the sheer magnitude of the commotion, but many of the cultivators who had been locked in intense duels temporarily paused their battles.

Free of immediate constraints, Lin Tianming instantly sensed the magnitude of this new arrival’s aura, and his expression grew exceedingly grave.

In his heart, he had no clue who this person was—or what faction they might align with at this critical juncture.

The only certainty was that the newcomer’s speed and aura were overwhelming, an unmistakable indicator that they were an unparalleled powerhouse of the highest order.

There was even a possibility that the individual was a Nascent Soul Stage expert.

If this being belonged to the Liang Family camp, it would undoubtedly be for the best.

But if they sided with the four factions, it would spell unprecedented disaster for the Liang Family’s hard-fought advantage.

As the implications pressed down on him, Lin Tianming’s expression darkened, his thoughts racing as he carefully observed the reactions of others—particularly the leaders of both camps—to gauge their stance toward the newcomer.

With such concerns in mind, Lin Tianming remained acutely focused on the stranger’s every action.

Moments later, the golden light descended, ultimately landing behind the four-faction camp.

In the next instant, Liang Shaorong used the force of the recoil from Hua Zhenxing’s attack to put some distance between them.

Liang Shaorong’s eyes fixed sharply on the newcomer, his expression darkening to an extreme.

At the same time, Lin Tianming also managed to get a clear look at the figure.

From what he could see, it was an incredibly hideous man with a sallow, waxen complexion, bearing the appearance of an old man on the verge of his final breaths.

His body appeared frail and hunched, and the Daoist robe draped over him looked loose and baggy as if it might slip off at any moment. He seemed utterly unremarkable, as if the faintest breeze could topple him over.

Yet, around this elderly figure, tendrils of black smoke continuously swirled, rising and fading in an eerie, ceaseless cycle that occasionally seeped from or disappeared into his seven facial orifices.

The sight sent a chill through Lin Tianming’s heart, reinforcing his belief that the man’s strength was far beyond ordinary.

This was a level of strength qualitatively different from that of Yang Yinghai or Hua Zhenxing.

More than that, the old man exuded a suffocating aura of danger, the pressure of which far surpassed that of Yang Yinghai, Hua Zhenxing, or anyone else Lin Tianming had faced thus far.

Now, this towering and fearsome presence had appeared within the four-faction camp.

This turn of events left Lin Tianming grappling with immense apprehension.

The only unresolved question was the exact level of the old man’s cultivation realm.

If he was only at the Late Stage Golden Core Realm, Lin Tianming would feel highly wary but not excessively alarmed.

However, if the man was truly a Nascent Soul Stage expert, then the Liang Family camp’s hard-won advantage would evaporate, plunging them into profound trouble.

At that moment, Lin Tianming stole glances at Liang Shaorong’s expression and reactions.

In his field of vision, Liang Shaorong’s face turned ashen and grim, his demeanor that of someone preparing for a life-and-death struggle.

However, while Liang Shaorong was plainly wary, he wasn’t entirely overcome by fear.

This seemed to confirm that the newcomer was not, in fact, at the Nascent Soul Realm.

After all, if a Nascent Soul expert had arrived, no amount of effort from the Liang Family would suffice to reverse their inevitable defeat.

Based on these observations and deductions, Lin Tianming deduced that the elderly man’s cultivation was likely no higher than the Golden Core Stage.

Nevertheless, the old man’s aura was oppressive in the extreme, suggesting that he had already reached incredible mastery within the Golden Core Stage.

Such cultivators were usually those who had lingered in the later stages of their realm for many years, their strength bordering on the Nascent Soul Stage, with even a half-step into that next level.

With this judgment in mind, Lin Tianming steeled his nerves, fully prepared to watch the old man’s every move.

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to grind to a halt due to the old man’s arrival.

Both sides retreated and regrouped, forming collective stances as they watched each other from across the field.

Within the Liang Family camp, what was initially over thirty Golden Core cultivators had now dwindled to just twenty-five, with only three Third Order Spirit Beasts remaining.

Meanwhile, the four factions opposing them had suffered even greater losses.

It must be remembered that prior to the battle, the four factions had boasted thirty-nine Golden Core cultivators—several more than the Liang Family—including four at the Late Stage Golden Core.

But now, their number of Golden Core Combatants had dropped to just twenty-seven. Yang Yinghai and the Bald Old Monk had fallen, and Wu Chengfeng had suffered devastating injuries once again.

Under such circumstances, the four factions had lost over half of their top-tier strength.

As a result, Hua Zhenxing’s face was stormy, clearly reflecting his inability to accept the current state of affairs.

But with the old man’s appearance behind him, Hua Zhenxing’s expression lightened significantly.

At this moment, the frail old man, seeing the fighting had ceased, watched as the four-faction cultivators gathered around him. His face, however, bore a faintly displeased expression.

When his gaze landed on Hua Zhenxing at the forefront, his face darkened further.

"Junior Brother Hua, you’ve truly disappointed me!"

At these words, Hua Zhenxing’s face paled considerably, his complexion changing from ashen to a deathly pale shade.

It was evident that Hua Zhenxing harbored some fear of this elderly figure.

Thus, hearing the old man’s direct rebuke, implying dissatisfaction with his performance, Hua Zhenxing dared not counter him and could only stand frozen in silence.

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