I cultivate the Chaos Technique

On the arena, sword energy crisscrossed and spiritual power surged, as if the heavens and earth themselves trembled for this life-or-death battle. The disciples watching from all sides stared wide-eyed, their gazes fixed on the two figures locked in fierce combat. The decisive battle between Zhang Yifan and Ling Yundao had reached its most tense moment, the air thick with tension and a chilling atmosphere.

"Zhang Yifan can really fight on par with the sect leader!" an inner disciple said in a low voice in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yes, the sect leader is at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage. Although Zhang Yifan has also entered the Golden Core stage, the gap is still huge. It's incredible that he can fight the sect leader to this extent!" another disciple exclaimed, his tone filled with admiration.

"But thinking about it, it's not surprising. How many conventions has Zhang Yifan broken along the way? From a menial disciple to an inner disciple, and then to a true disciple, his strength has long surpassed that of ordinary disciples. We have all watched him rise step by step." An older disciple interjected, his eyes filled with respect and admiration.

"That's right, Zhang Yifan is our idol. Every breakthrough he makes shocks us. His combat power is extraordinary. Even the sect leader might not be able to defeat him easily!" a young disciple said excitedly.

On the arena, Ling Yundao, as the sect leader of Lingyun Sword Sect, possessed the cultivation of the Golden Core Great Perfection. His spiritual power was like a torrent, incredibly powerful. His sword light was like a waterfall, his aura terrifying. With each strike, the sword energy seemed to be able to cleave the heavens and earth, its power so great that it was awe-inspiring.

"Zhang Yifan, you are nothing but a menial disciple, yet you dare to challenge this sect master! Today, I will make sure you die without a burial place!" Ling Yundao roared, waving his long sword. The sword energy surged towards Zhang Yifan like a tidal wave, carrying an irresistible force.

Zhang Yifan showed no fear. The Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword in his hand transformed into a sword beam, meeting Ling Yundao's powerful sword energy head-on. The two forces collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. Zhang Yifan swayed slightly, but did not retreat an inch. His spiritual energy surged within him, pressing forward relentlessly.

“You overestimate yourself,” Ling Yun said. “Today, you will pay the price!” Zhang Yifan’s eyes were cold, his tone icy, and the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword in his hand erupted with incomparably sharp sword energy, piercing straight at Ling Yun.

Below the arena, the disciples were buzzing with discussion, some even secretly praying for Zhang Yifan.

"Zhang Yifan is really too strong. Although he used to be a menial disciple, every step he took was more solid than anyone else's. Who among us dares to look down on him anymore?" an inner disciple said in a low voice, his tone full of admiration.

"Senior Brother Zhang is a role model for us ordinary disciples! He rose step by step from the very bottom, daring to fight and struggle. That's what a true cultivator is!" another disciple said excitedly, his eyes shining with admiration.

However, the battle on the arena grew increasingly fierce. Ling Yundao's sword energy surged like a tide, while Zhang Yifan's swordsmanship was concise and sharp, each strike aimed directly at Ling Yundao's weaknesses. The power of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir surged within Zhang Yifan's body, his spiritual energy rising like a tide, his momentum growing stronger with each battle.

"Ling Yundao, your swordsmanship is exquisite, but you are exhausted. I will not give you any more chances!" Zhang Yifan sneered, and the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword, carrying earth-shattering sword energy, slashed out once again.

Ling Yundao was forced back several steps, his face pale, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He had never imagined that Zhang Yifan's strength could be so formidable, forcing him into such a desperate situation.

"Sect Master, you can't lose!" A disciple couldn't help but shout from below the arena. Although they knew in their hearts that Zhang Yifan's performance had shocked the entire audience, they still had doubts when facing the Sect Master of Lingyun Sword Sect.

"Impossible! The sect leader is at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage. How could he lose to a guy who came from a menial disciple background?!" A disciple who favored the sect leader said unwillingly, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.

"Can't you all see it yet? Zhang Yifan's strength has far surpassed all of our imaginations. He is not the same handyman disciple he used to be! Even the sect leader might not be able to win easily!" A core disciple said in a deep voice, clearly seeing the situation on the field.

At this moment, the battle on the arena had reached its climax. Zhang Yifan cleaved through Ling Yundao's defenses with a single sword strike, the sword energy like a rainbow, heading straight for Ling Yundao's chest. Ling Yundao tried his best to defend, but was still shaken so badly that he coughed up blood and swayed precariously.

"Is this Zhang Yifan's true strength? He actually managed to put the sect leader in such a sorry state!" A disciple couldn't help but exclaim, his voice filled with shock.

A hint of fear flashed in Ling Yundao's eyes. He knew that he was nearing his limit, and if he continued, he would probably be defeated by Zhang Yifan.

"Ling Yundao, prepare to die!" Zhang Yifan roared, and the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword transformed into a lightning-fast sword light, heading straight for Ling Yundao's vital points. At this moment, Ling Yundao was powerless to save himself, his eyes filled with despair.

"It's over!" The disciples below the arena held their breath, all staring intently at Zhang Yifan's sword, as if Ling Yundao would die by Zhang Yifan's sword in the next instant.

However, just as the sword was about to pierce through Lingyun Road, a furious roar suddenly came from the sky, as if thunder had exploded.

"stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light descended from the sky, instantly blocking Ling Yundao's path. Zhang Yifan's sword energy was forcefully stopped by the invisible force, and the powerful recoil sent him flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he crashed onto the edge of the arena.

Below the arena, the disciples exclaimed in surprise. "Who...is this?" one disciple asked, his face filled with astonishment as he stared at the golden light descending from the sky.

Zhang Yifan forced himself to stand up and looked up. He saw an old man in a golden robe hovering in the air, surrounded by golden light and exuding a powerful aura. The old man's face was cold and his eyes were like lightning. He was none other than Ling Jianzu, the Supreme Sect Master of Lingyun Sword Sect.

"Supreme Sect Master! It's Supreme Sect Master Ling Jianzu!" A disciple recognized the old man's identity and exclaimed in surprise, his voice filled with awe and fear.

“Father…” Ling Yundao gasped for breath, his voice filled with excitement and awe, clearly the appearance of Ling Jianzu had given him tremendous support.

Ling Jianzu coldly glanced at Ling Yundao, his eyes filled with ruthlessness and disdain. Then, his gaze turned to Zhang Yifan, his eyes filled with murderous intent, clearly showing no mercy towards Zhang Yifan.

The disciples below the arena immediately fell silent; the Supreme Sect Master's imposing presence silenced them. However, their hearts remained filled with support and respect for Zhang Yifan.

"Zhang Yifan's journey to where he is today is a testament to his perseverance and courage, which deserves our utmost respect. Regardless of the outcome, he has already surpassed us," a disciple said in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with admiration.

“Yes, he is our role model. Even when facing the Supreme Sect Master, he did not back down. A true strongman will never yield!” another disciple said solemnly, his tone filled with boundless admiration.

Standing on the arena, Zhang Yifan felt the immense pressure from Ling Jianzu, yet his gaze remained resolute. He knew this battle was far from over, and he would never easily yield.