NOVPUBChapter 715: Chapter 389: Annihilation_2 Chapter 715: Chapter 389: Annihilation_2 Immediately following that, Lin Tianming unleashed the Tiangang Sword Qi Seventh Sword, targeting the vital parts of Chen Jianbin.
At that moment, seeing Lin Tianming catching up and launching an attack, Chen Jianbin found himself unable to fend for himself.
This instant, Chen Jianbin’s expression was one of rage as he hurriedly dodged.
Meanwhile, he turned around and forcefully propelled an attack toward the Tiangang Sword Qi that Lin Tianming had sent his way.
“Bang…”
After a loud explosion, the attack Chen Jianbin had hastily launched was unable to withstand the Tiangang Sword, barely holding up for a half breath before being pierced through.
Immediately afterward, the Tiangang Sword continued on its path, undiminished in speed, toward him.
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By the time Chen Jianbin had just avoided a few strikes of Sword Qi, facing the unstoppable Tiangang Sword, he found himself with nowhere to escape.
In his desperation, Chen Jianbin slapped his storage bag and brought out a high-grade Second Order Defense Artifact to shield himself.
In the nick of time, a small golden shield appeared in front of Chen Jianbin, enveloping him completely in its protection.
Only when the Spiritual Light flowed over the shield did Chen Jianbin finally heave a sigh of relief.
He had full confidence in this high-grade Second Order Defense Artifact; it possessed formidable defensive power and was one of the protective treasures bestowed to him by the higher echelons of the Golden Sword Sect.
With this item for defense, even a casual blow from a Golden Core Cultivator could be resisted to some degree.
Sure enough, the Tiangang Sword Qi propelled by Lin Tianming struck directly onto the small shield.
The attack was so powerful that even a Ninth Level of Foundation Establishment cultivator would need to be fully prepared to face it.
However, when it hit Chen Jianbin’s Defense Artifact, it only caused a slight crack before being deflected away by the powerful impact.
Yet this was to be expected; after all, Chen Jianbin’s counterattack had held it off for a moment, depleting some of its force. By the end, the attack naturally wasn’t as strong as it had been at the outset.
Lin Tianming was well aware of this and, as the Tiangang Sword was deflected, he did not stop his pursuit but accelerated even further.
Immediately following, he caught the rebounding Tiangang Sword in his backhand and, with an unbelievable speed, closed in on Chen Jianbin.
At that point, his ethereal figure swooped down like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, pouring incredible power into the Tiangang Sword.
Before Chen Jianbin could recover, the Tiangang Sword slammed directly onto his Defense Artifact.
“Boom!”
A booming sound erupted, followed by a relentless succession.
Within view, Lin Tianming’s sword strikes landed on the small shield in front of Chen Jianbin one after another, a continuous flow without a hint of stopping.
At that moment, Lin Tianming unleashed his full might, channeling the utmost physical strength into each strike, leaving a multitude of cracks on Chen Jianbin’s Defense Artifact.
Simultaneously, the powerful rebounding force sent Chen Jianbin flying backward.
Chen Jianbin, now in full retreat, felt each strike transmit a reverberating force through his body, churning his blood and qi within.
Soon, blood overflowed from the corners of Chen Jianbin’s mouth, his complexion growing ever more pale.
For his part, Lin Tianming showed no sign of relenting. His attacks grew stronger wave by wave, as if he knew no fatigue.
As they clashed in offense and defense, deafening sounds came from several directions behind them.
With a shrill scream, the first Golden Sword Sect disciple trying to flee was caught and slain by Long Qingshui.
The first to fall in this retreat was Zheng Xiao, a Loose Cultivator who had once joined Lin Tianming in the great battle of Yuyao City.
Immediately after, a second cultivator screamed in agony as another was caught and killed on the spot.
With two consecutive deaths, the remaining Golden Sword Sect disciples were stricken with panic.
Under their unsettled state of mind, their speed further decreased.
Seeing this, the cultivators from the two Sects pounced like tigers and wolves, seizing the opportunity to firmly drag them into the fray.
In no time, numerous Golden Sword Sect disciples found themselves caught in the frenzied pursuit of Sect Cultivators from the two Great Sects.
And at the very front, Lin Tianming, who had already pounded more than ten times in a row, finally broke through when, after a loud explosion, the small shield in front of Chen Jianbin dissipated.
At that moment, Chen Jianbin’s face was deathly pale, his entire being weakened and despondent.
Under the relentless attacks from Lin Tianming, his defense artifact had been shattered, resulting in a significant loss of spirituality and leaving it incapable of providing effective protection any longer.
What was serious was that he had sustained heavy injuries; his internal organs were nearly displaced, and his veins were in complete disarray.
Now, his strength was greatly diminished, his spiritual power nearly depleted, incapable of withstanding several more attacks.
In this desperate situation, Chen Jianbin had a vacant look in his eyes, knowing full well that escape was impossible.
And at this time, Lin Tianming certainly wasn’t going to give him any chance to recover.
As the small shield in front of Chen Jianbin dissipated, Lin Tianming’s face lit up with joy and, seizing the moment, he thrust his sword forth, piercing straight through Chen Jianbin’s chest.
A tragic scream echoed, followed by the sight of Chen Jianbin’s figure collapsing to the ground.
A moment later, Lin Tianming ceased his advance and steadied his stance.
Turning around to look at Chen Jianbin, he saw him lying motionless on the ground, blood still pouring out from the hole in his chest, spreading across the floor.
Chen Jianbin, acting on instinct, twitched a few times but soon showed no signs of life.
Seeing this, Lin Tianming breathed a sigh of relief, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
He then turned to look at the others, noticing that only seven disciples from the Golden Sword Sect remained alive.
Glancing over them, they each had a look of despair, their vitality extremely weak, with each one facing the onslaught of at least two opponents.
They were already at a disadvantage, their spiritual power depleted, and with their severe injuries, they stood no chance against the two-to-three-person encirclement.
At this rate, they were bound to be annihilated at any moment.
Seeing this, Lin Tianming had no intention of taking further action; after all, their fate was sealed, and there was no need for him to usurp other people’s credit.
Since they were all sect cultivators who had previously been hunted by Chen Jianbin and others, now with a chance for vengeance, there was no point in him joining the needless slaughter and inviting unnecessary trouble.
Understanding this, Lin Tianming then approached Chen Jianbin’s corpse.
He raised his hand and searched the body, finding several storage bags, which he collected.
Following that, he quickly took possession of Chen Jianbin’s attack talisman as well as his defense artifact.
He had long coveted these items, and now that Chen Jianbin had died at his hands, he naturally took first control over these spoils.
After all, these were his and the entire Lin Family’s capital for receiving protection from the two sects; he couldn’t just hand them over lightly.
Having done all this, he stood aside and began to focus on the remaining battlefield.
Now, the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect were being pushed back, clearly no match for the united cultivators from both sects.
In less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea, with the fall of the last disciple of the Golden Sword Sect, tranquility slowly returned to the world.
The current state of the battlefield was a disaster, with dozens of corpses strewn about the ground, the majority of which belonged to the Golden Sword Sect disciples, though there were also some from Myriad Medicine Valley and Zhenyang Sect, albeit in smaller numbers.
After this fierce battle, tranquility had finally been restored to the valley.
However, the remnants of ruined walls and the land dyed red with blood painted a grim picture, bearing witness to the ruthlessness of the conflict.
At that time, the fifteen surviving cultivators from the two sects ceased fighting, each finally displaying expressions of exhilaration for having survived the ordeal.
Not long afterwards, the disciples from both sects gathered again, forming two camps as they faced each other.
Lin Tianming and Hu Yuan, however, stayed quietly in a corner some distance away, waiting for the next development.
Soon, after a private discussion between Yang Chen and He Xin, the two approached Lin Tianming.
Yang Chen’s complexion had improved significantly, but with his serious injuries, his strength was probably less than thirty percent of its full capacity.
He Xin too had been seriously injured earlier and had forcefully participated in a great battle with great exhaustion, his power clearly nothing to fear.
