NOVEL Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 890 - 476 The Fall of Han Hu

Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

Chapter 890 - 476 The Fall of Han Hu
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Chapter 890: Chapter 476: The Fall of Han Hu Chapter 890: Chapter 476: The Fall of Han Hu Watching Song Hanchun vanish from sight, it was evident that he had thoroughly perished.

At this point, Lin Tianming and Chen Jingtian both relaxed their brows, heaving a long sigh of relief in their hearts.

The situation had been dire, and with Song Hanchun’s strength at the Mid Stage Golden Core, had his self-destruction been successful, the power unleashed would certainly have been terrifying.

Given their close proximity to each other, even if they were individually stronger, escaping unscathed would have been no easy task.

However, the close distance between them at the time also provided the ideal condition to prevent Song Hanchun’s self-destruction.

Many cultivators fear the self-destruction of a Golden Core and their first instinct is to retreat.

Little do they know, such an action at times can be the most fatal.

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Lin Tianming and Chen Jingtian, being seasoned in numerous battles and having seen many large-scale confrontations among Golden Core cultivators, needless to say, had considerable experience.

In that critical situation, the risky choice to stop Song Hanchun was undoubtedly the most likely decision to see them through the crisis.

Indeed, it turned out to be so!

And now, with just a false alarm, Song Hanchun was dead, bringing this battle to a close.

At this time, Lin Tianming and Chen Jingtian exchanged glances, involuntarily revealing satisfied smiles.

Following this, Chen Jingtian wasted no time and turned to Lin Tianming, saying, “Lin, let’s go and assist Daoist Zhou and the others!”

“Good… The others must also be nearing the end of their battles and will likely support us soon.”

“Since we’re idle anyway, I’ll go help Daoist Zhou, and you can take care of your sectmates, Daoist Chen!”

After replying, Lin Tianming leapt into the air and flew in the direction of Zhou Yunxiao.

Seeing him leave, Chen Jingtian also turned his body and rapidly joined the fray where Lu Xingfeng was fighting.

Above in the sky, Han Hu and Zhou Yunxiao were fiercely engaged in battle.

With Lin Tianming’s arrival, upon catching sight of Lin Tianming, Han Hu’s face turned extremely sour.

The reason was twofold, the first being that with Lin Tianming joining the fight, he was already at a disadvantage, and the situation would become much tougher going forward.

Secondly, naturally, it was because Song Hanchun had fallen, leaving him as the only Golden Core Cultivator in the Golden Sword Sect.

If the last Third Order Spiritual Beast were also killed, he would truly become a solitary figure, and the Golden Sword Sect would exist in name only.

At this moment, Han Hu, filled with a mix of shock and rage, hastily created some distance from the battle.

And just then, a succession of agonizing screams came from not far away.

He turned his head to see Zhao Mingli’s attack obliterate the last Third Order Demon Beast, his final concern slain right there.

Upon witnessing this scene, Han Hu, filled with fury, fell completely into despair.

Now he knew well that continuing the fight would be fruitless and potentially lethal.

He no longer wanted to drag it out!

He ceased considering preserving the legacy of the Golden Sword Sect and wanted to avoid any further trouble with the Myriad Medicine Valley.

At this moment, the most important thing was to retreat fully from Wei Kingdom.

With that in mind, Han Hu took advantage of the moment before Lin Tianming could act, unleashing two attacks in rapid succession, aiming to stall Zhou Yunxiao.

Right after, Han Hu slapped his storage bag and several Third Order talisman papers flew out, instantly transforming into a sky of Sword Qi and fireballs, crashing down upon Lin Tianming and Zhou Yunxiao.

His speed was swift, his actions decisive, executing all attacks almost in an instant.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

In just a moment, the tranquil sky lit up, powerful vibrations spread, and the ground trembled slightly.

Taking advantage of this barrage, Han Hu shot off in one direction without looking back.

At this very moment, as the commotion broke out, Zhou Yunxiao, closest to Han Hu, sensed his intention.

As the attacks approached, Zhou Yunxiao, in his urgency, shot out several attacks in quick succession, momentarily blocking Han Hu’s barrage.

Then, he quickly readied himself and chased after Han Hu.

While still midair, Zhou Yunxiao’s voice reached Lin Tianming’s ears.

“Lin, that fellow is trying to escape, quickly help me catch him!”

Hearing this, Lin Tianming’s face also shifted dramatically, taken aback by the surprise.

He had thought that with Han Hu’s cultivation and strength, he would at least fight a few more rounds, even at a disadvantage.

After all, the great legacy of the Golden Sword Sect lay before him, and it was certainly unrealistic for him to be indifferent.

Moreover, even Zhao Hongsheng, an outsider, had no plans to retreat; yet Han Hu was the first to attempt fleeing.

Such behavior was truly beyond his expectation. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒

But as the situation had unfolded, there was no use in pondering, and he could only hastily act to try to stop Han Hu.

With such determination, Lin Tianming leapt forward, his hands moving continuously.

He slapped his storage bag, and the Qinghong Sword shot out, once again unleashing the Tiangang Ninth Sword Divine Skills.

Simultaneously, he turned his body and with rapid footsteps, he moved swiftly, weaving through the sky of Sword Qi and firestorm.

Aided by the Eye of Five Colors, and despite the dense attacks from the Third Order talisman papers, Lin Tianming’s movements were swift as a swallow, and with his robust physique, he managed to find an optimal path each time.

By the time he went through the obstacles, Han Hu had only flown a hundred yards or so.

For cultivators of their level, this distance was not considered far.

At this time, seeing Lin Tianming’s phantom-like silhouette, Han Hu’s face was extremely grim.

But before he could think further, Lin Tianming’s Qinghong Sword was already upon him, hovering right above his head, poised to strike at any moment.

Faced with this attack, if he recklessly continued to flee, he would inevitably be caught by the Qinghong Sword.

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