Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 1303 - 677: Madness_2

At this moment, Lin Tianming’s condition had also improved significantly.

When he turned to look at Song Xin, his face was incredibly gloomy, and the fear in his eyes grew even stronger.

Meanwhile, Song Xin was also looking at Lin Tianming, his expression filled with disbelief.

It must be noted that the strike he had just unleashed was a Spirit Art of exceptional power.

Although the Spirit Art was merely of Yellow Grade, its might surpassed that of many Profound Grade Spirit Arts.

Spirit Arts of this caliber were exceedingly rare even within their Yuanchen Sect, and mastering them was no easy task. Among the Golden Core Cultivators of the Yuanchen Sect, only a handful had gained command of this technique.

Just this fact alone demonstrated the uniqueness of this Spirit Art.

However, even with such a powerful attack, he had failed to achieve any results.

The outcome was far from what he had anticipated.

According to his prior assumptions, even if Lin Tianming managed to withstand the strike, he would surely suffer injuries.

He had also expected that the Earth Fiend Sword Formation suppressing him would crumble under the attack of his Sword Qi.

At the very least, the formation should have been on the brink of collapse.

By then, with an additional round of attacks, he should have been able to completely break it.

But reality was seldom as ideal as imagination, and the results always held some deviations.

Now, not only did Lin Tianming appear unharmed, but although the Sword Formation had shown signs of breaking, it had quickly returned to normal.

Under such circumstances, Song Xin simply had no time or chance to launch a new round of attacks.

Moreover, Lin Tianming was watching his every move vigilantly. Even if he acted, there was a high probability his efforts would be in vain.

Knowing this, Song Xin refrained from reckless aggression and instead hovered steadily midair, preparing for the next attack.

At this moment, Lin Tianming and Song Xin locked eyes, their murderous intent becoming increasingly palpable, and their auras surged relentlessly.

It was uncertain how much time had passed before Lin Tianming struck once more.

Simultaneously, Song Xin was unwilling to fall behind.

In that instant, the two of them leapt into action, flying toward each other.

While still midair, the longswords in their hands moved with relentless frequency, each releasing streaks of Sword Qi that collided violently with the other’s Sword Qi.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The clashes produced an endless series of explosive sounds, resembling the crackle of fireworks.

Meanwhile, amidst dazzling lights, a sea of flames erupted, and waves of shockwaves rippled outward like tidal waves in all directions.

In a matter of just a few breaths, Lin Tianming and Song Xin unleashed hundreds of Sword Qi techniques, throwing themselves at each other without holding back.

Such relentless, frenzied assaults elevated both their auras to their absolute peaks.

Behind this madness, both Lin Tianming and Song Xin were enduring and resisting the recoil from their exchanges.

Take Lin Tianming as an example: throughout the battle, he was in constant motion, sometimes dodging normally, other times being forced back by the sweeping shockwaves.

Meanwhile, the Qi-Blood within his body surged ceaselessly, reaching an ever-climbing stage.

Even his Divine Sense was subjected to an extraordinary test.

Under such intense conditions, just a single breath of time caused his expenditure to escalate continuously.

In just this brief moment, Lin Tianming had already consumed one-fifth of his True Essence Mana. Now, what remained at his peak was slightly over one-tenth.

On the other hand, Song Xin was also struggling to hold on, silently cursing in his heart.

Finally catching a brief moment to breathe, he realized that Lin Tianming was acting even more recklessly than him.

Lin Tianming’s relentless barrage of attacks forced Song Xin to deal with a constant stream of Sword Qi.

In this passive position, Lin Tianming maintained the upper hand throughout, fully controlling the pace of the battle.

At this rate, Song Xin’s consumption of power was even faster than Lin Tianming’s, leaving him more susceptible to a fatal mistake.

Understanding this, Song Xin grew desperate to break free from this situation and change his plight.

Yet the more anxious he became, the more clouded his thoughts grew.

Crucially, Lin Tianming’s unrelenting aggression left him absolutely no opening to exploit.

By now, Song Xin was truly experiencing the full extent of Lin Tianming’s prowess and his fearless madness.

Facing such a formidable opponent, Song Xin could only muster his utmost focus.

At the same time, he awaited an opportunity to reverse the tide of battle during a momentary lull.

After two more rounds of attacks, Lin Tianming’s strikes seemed to slow noticeably.

Furthermore, Lin Tianming’s face grew increasingly pale, and his aura weakened significantly.

Based on these observations, Song Xin quietly speculated: could Lin Tianming have overexerted himself, nearing his limits?

He thought this because Lin Tianming had already taken down both Yang Yinghai and the Bald Old Monk before this intense duel.

Although the two were not as strong as him, they were still considered elites among Late Stage Golden Core Cultivators.

Moreover, Lin Tianming had sustained injuries during those battles, so his current state had to be below his peak.

Under such circumstances, if it were him, even after defeating Yang Yinghai and the Bald Old Monk, he would struggle to remain at his peak.

In fact, he doubted whether his True Essence Mana would even retain more than 30 percent in such a scenario.

Given this, Lin Tianming’s previous ferocity indirectly revealed a shift in his psychological state—a mounting sense of urgency to break the stalemate.

Song Xin himself knew that feeling all too well and assumed Lin Tianming was feeling it even more, given his worse condition.

Understanding this, Song Xin became increasingly convinced that Lin Tianming was nearing his breaking point.

Realizing this brought Song Xin great excitement; he thought to himself that his bitter endurance might finally yield a turning point.

Thus, Song Xin maintained his previous attack rhythm, neither increasing nor decreasing his pace, merely waiting for the right moment to deliver a decisive blow to Lin Tianming.

Sure enough, after three more rounds of attacks, Lin Tianming’s pace slowed yet again.

At the same time, his face turned ashen, and he stumbled, nearly falling from midair.

But Lin Tianming quickly regained his footing, struggling to restore his prior attack frequency.

Examining Lin Tianming closely, Song Xin saw that his opponent’s momentum had not diminished, as if concealing his true state masterfully.

Yet in Song Xin’s eyes, it only solidified his belief that Lin Tianming was a spent force, exerting great effort to hide his condition.

To Song Xin, such behavior only confirmed his assumptions.

With these thoughts in mind, Song Xin could no longer suppress his impatience, eager to land a fatal blow on Lin Tianming.

Seizing the next lull in attacks, Song Xin abruptly changed his attack tactic.

At that moment, Song Xin formed a Law Decree with his hands, muttering incantations under his breath.

Soon, his longsword treasure emitted a dazzling radiance, and an immense Sword Qi began to condense above his head.

In but a single breath of time, a golden Sword Qi emerged above Song Xin.

Looking at it now, the Sword Qi was enormous, far larger than any of the Sword Qi Song Xin had summoned before, and its aura was on an entirely different level.

At the same time, the moment that Sword Qi appeared, the Sword Qi coursing through the Sword Formation came to an abrupt halt.

Soon, the Sword Qi closest to Song Xin was drawn directly into the golden Sword Qi, merging completely with it.

Only the more distant strands of Sword Qi, still trembling violently, resisted being absorbed by the golden Sword Qi.

At this moment, with the infusion of additional Sword Qi, the golden Sword Qi’s form expanded even further.

Not only that, but the golden Sword Qi’s aura surged upward dramatically, now reaching an utterly terrifying level.

Within the entire Sword Formation, darkness descended as if the heavens and earth had been shrouded, and fierce Gang Winds howled crazily, waves of power radiating outward in every direction.

These omens all seemed to stem from the vast golden Sword Qi.

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