Chapter 710: Chapter 387 Too Brutal_1 Chapter 710: Chapter 387 Too Brutal_1 He looked up at Lin Tianming and noticed that Lin Tianming had already moved, shooting towards him with incredible speed.
He himself was seriously injured, and his strength was greatly reduced.
Since Lin Tianming was not far from him and given their close distance as well as Lin Tianming’s lightning-fast speed, he had no chance of escaping Lin Tianming’s pursuit.
At this mont, he too felt the sa despair as his fellow sect mbers.
However, even in his despair, he decided to fight back, as death was the only thing waiting for him otherwise.
Realizing this, Du Changqing’s expression turned crazed as he activated all of his remaining Second Order Talisman papers, planning a final desperate attempt.
At the sa ti, his Magic Artifact flashed with light as he forcefully gathered an attack and slashed at Lin Tianming, who was coming straight for him.
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Seeing this, Lin Tianming smirked coldly. Most of the talismans Du Changqing had triggered were lower-middle rank Second Order ones with very limited lethality.
As for his attack, it was diminished due to his injuries, and even at his peak, the power of his attack wasn’t significant.
To Lin Tianming, these attacks were nothing but the struggles of a trapped beast, hardly a threat to his life.
“Boom…”
At this ti, the sky was filled with colorful attacks that were getting closer and closer.
Lin Tianming made a quick turn, increasing his speed even more, completely disregarding the strikes headed his way.
In this mont, his body was incredibly agile as he weaved through the barrage of attacks.
In the blink of an eye, he had moved past Du Changqing’s assault and was now only a few dozen feet in front of him.
In that instant, when Du Changqing saw Lin Tianming close up, he was stricken with terror and tried desperately to flee.
Seeing this, Lin Tianming smirked coldly, and the Tiangang Sword in his hand flew out directly towards Du Changqing’s head.
“Whoosh…”
In an instant, the Tiangang Sword traced a beautiful arc, descending upon Du Changqing’s head with the speed of lightning.
As he saw the horrifying Tiangang Sword above him, Du Changqing felt his heart go cold.
Already gravely injured and his Defense Artifact nearly shattered by Lin Tianming’s previous attack, he had no hope of blocking a second strike.
He understood his situation then: it was a scenario of almost certain death.
But what could he do?
There was no way to counter such an attack.
Unless a fellow sect mber could co to his aid, all he could do was await his fate.
However, his fellow Cultivators were embroiled in fierce combat, and unless a Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection Cultivator could lend him a hand, any assistance would be futile.
Understanding this, Du Changqing felt completely hopeless.
“Boom…”
A soft noise was followed by a scream.
Looking over, Du Changqing’s body flew off like a kite with its string cut, eventually crashing to the ground.
By then, Du Changqing was decapitated, his blood dyeing the earth beneath him, and his lifeless body lay motionless.
In the face of this fatal blow, he had rely deployed his Defense Artifact in a final desperate stance.
But as he had guessed, there was no chance of survival.
By this ti, Du Changqing’s death had thoroughly ignited the fighting spirit of Yang Chen and others.
It had only been a short while, and Lin Tianming had already easily slain three n with swift and decisive movents.
This efficiency, along with the blood-stained scene, had completely intimidated the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect.
anwhile, the disciples of Myriad dicine Valley and Zhenyang Sect were inspired by Lin Tianming’s ferocity, each one’s morale surging, gradually turning the tide of the battle that had been against them.
Following Du Changqing’s death, Lin Tianming reached out with one hand and collected his storage bag.
He then scanned the battlefield, searching for Cultivators who were at a disadvantage, planning to go and assist them.
He quickly pivoted and made his way to Hu Yuan, who was nearby.
At this ti, his opponent was a Foundation Establishnt Ninth Level Cultivator, embroiled in a tough battle.
Without his best form, Hu Yuan was surely no match.
Lin Tianming had a good relationship with him—over the years, they had tead up on nurous occasions, encountering many opportunities as well as crises.
Now that he had freed himself up, it was natural to prioritize helping those he was familiar with.
With that, he imdiately joined Hu Yuan’s battlefield.
With his help, Hu Yuan’s morale soared, and his moves beca even more aggressive.
The two coordinated seamlessly, attacking from different directions.
At this mont, Lin Tianming also used his Physical Strength in combat, his fists harboring a world-splitting force.
It took rely three exchanges for the Cultivator to be blown away by a punch from Lin Tianming, his screams echoing far beyond anyone before.
After all, this was the power of Physical Strength; killing with it was not as swift as with magic or Magic Artifacts.
And this ghastly scream, as it arose, sent a mixture of fury and panic through Chen Jianbin and others.
At this point, a Golden Sword Sect Disciple in the air, his anger boiling over and his face darkened, charged towards Lin Tianming.
Even from a distance, his furious curses resounded through heaven and earth.
“You impudent brat, you’re courting death!”
“Having killed three of our sect, do you really think the Golden Sword Sect has no one left?”
Before his words had ended, the Magic Artifact in his hand blazed brightly, and a red Giant Axe shadow lood fiercely down upon him.
Looking at it, the red Giant Axe carried a montous presence, almost giving the illusion that it could cleave the heavens and earth.
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