Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

At that moment, the Fire Scale Python had just darted out more than ten zhang when a powerful Sword Qi struck its head.

A painful hissing sound was heard.

Immediately thereafter, the massive body of the Fire Scale Python writhed in agony, instantly crushing the surrounding rocks and stones with its bulk.

Not only that, blood stained a vast area, with half of the python's head severed by the Sword Qi.

This strike further aggravated the already severely wounded Fire Scale Python.

Now, its strength had drastically declined, and its Divine Skills attacks were exhausted, which was utterly insufficient to withstand the joint attacks of the cultivators present.

Realizing this situation, Yang Chen and his companions were overjoyed and took the lead, accompanied by many fellow sect members, to besiege, intending to annihilate the cornered Fire Scale Python right there.

"Boom..."

The sky was filled with a multitude of attacks, with dozens of cultivators swarming from various places, launching ferocious assaults.

In an instant, the further wounded Fire Scale Python was attacked from all sides, unable to resist, followed by continuous pitiful cries.

Seeing no escape, the Fire Scale Python, enduring its injuries, gradually became frightened and panicked, and finally went completely mad.

In its dire straits, it endured the attacks of the cultivators while dragging its grievously wounded body and madly swung its tail in a desperate stance.

Regrettably, it had already been too severely injured and its strength was greatly eroded; under such an onslaught, it could no longer withstand the siege of the cultivators.

However, being a Third Grade Medium Stage formidable being, even its disorderly attacks still exacted a heavy toll on the group of attacking cultivators.

Time slowly ticked away.

After half an hour, the chaotic battlefield gradually calmed down.

Looking around at that time, the entire battlefield was a mess, with the fresh blood of the Fire Scale Python mingled with that of the human cultivators, which had already dyed the ground red.

On the ground, there were also numerous bodies of cultivators; their sect affiliation was identifiable by their robes, with several from each of the three Great Sects, including Loose Cultivators, two of whom had fallen in this great battle.

In a corner of the battlefield lay the massive body of the Blood Scale Python, with many scales having fallen off, and the charred body riddled with wounds, presenting a shocking sight.

With such injuries, the Fire Scale Python lay motionless on the ground, clearly without any sign of life.

As for the survivors, the cultivators began to gather around their respective leaders the instant the Fire Scale Python ceased breathing.

At this time, their faces were pale, some still alive but bearing varying degrees of injuries.

Gazing at the lifeless Fire Scale Python, they panted heavily, appearing greatly fatigued.

Clearly, in their effort to kill the Fire Scale Python, the three parties had made significant sacrifices. Not to mention the consumables like Second Order Talismans and Spirit Detonation Beads, just the Fake Golden Core Talismans alone, over a dozen had been used up.

Besides, the more valuable Third Order Defense Talisman was used by all three parties—one each—to ultimately tip the scales against the Fire Scale Python, securing the final victory.

It can be said that this battle was extremely dangerous, and the cost to the cultivators was no small matter.

However, all things considered, despite the high price paid, they had joined forces and killed a Third Grade Medium Stage Fire Scale Python and were now close to obtaining the coveted Jiuli Star Fruit.

Now that the biggest challenge to their mission had been eliminated, being able to leave the Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm alive was the greatest fortune.

Not only that, but having fought to the death for an entire year, whether or not they obtained the Nascent Soul Spiritual Item, they were all set to receive considerable rewards.

With this understanding, the surviving cultivators were elated, and smiles of relief finally appeared on their faces.

However, it wasn't the final day yet, and anything could happen.

With the Fire Scale Python slain, the cooperation between the disciples of the three sects came to a temporary halt; they all knew very well that under the temptation of the Jiuli Star Fruit and the Fire Scale Python corpse, anything was possible.

For that very reason, Yang Chen and the others kept a distance from each other, warily watching the other cultivators, especially casting wary looks at the disciples of Golden Sword Sect.

Yang Chen's reaction was entirely within Chen Jianbin's expectations.

He too glanced at Yang Chen, then at He Xin and others, with a trace of a sly smile flickering across his face.

At this moment, the three parties remained silent, making no further moves, ignoring the priceless corpse of the Fire Scale Python in front of them, as well as the Jiuli Star Fruit not far away.

All the cultivators reacted in such a manner, seemingly wary of each other.

After some time had passed, He Xin turned his head to look at Yang Chen not far away, their eyes meeting,

Swiftly, the two came to a further consensus on the views they had reached before the great battle.

And Chen Jianbin watched every glance and gesture between them.

In response, he simply smiled indifferently, seemingly unconcerned about their scheming.

This was because at the current battlefield, Golden Sword Sect still had the most survivors, with their twenty-two people clearly holding an absolute advantage over the fourteen from Myriad Medicine Valley and the eleven disciples from Zhenyang Sect.

Even if the other two sects were to join forces, they would only outnumber Golden Sword Sect by three people.

This numerical difference did not constitute a decisive advantage at this level, and besides, Chen Jianbin had his own plans in the shadows, which could turn the tide at a critical moment.