I cultivate the Chaos Technique

On the arena, sword energy crisscrossed, and killing intent permeated the air. Ling Jianzu stood suspended in mid-air, his anger burning in his chest. He looked at his dying son, Ling Yundao, and then thought of his grandson who had died under Zhang Yifan's sword. He was furious, and his spiritual power surged like a whirlwind.

"Zhang Yifan!" Ling Jianzu roared, his voice booming like thunder, shaking the entire arena. "You dared to kill my grandson and severely injure my son! Today, I will make sure you die a gruesome death!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Jianzu had already unleashed a sharp sword aura, heading straight for Zhang Yifan. The sword aura roared in, carrying the powerful might of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, as if it wanted to completely devour Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan's expression was solemn. His spiritual energy circulated wildly within his body, pushing the power of the Nine Revolutions Golden Core to its limit, while the spiritual energy of the Chaos Technique surged like a flood. With the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword in hand, he showed no fear, unleashing the strongest move of the Thunderous Heaven-Severing Sword to meet Ling Jianzu's fatal blow.

"Block!" Zhang Yifan roared, and the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword shone brightly, its sword energy slicing through the sky like a rainbow, directly meeting Ling Jianzu's sword energy.

"boom--"

The sword energies clashed, unleashing a deafening roar. Zhang Yifan was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the edge of the arena, blood spurting from his mouth, yet his eyes showed no fear. He swayed as he stood up, his body unsteady but still upright.

"He...he actually blocked it!" The disciples below the arena exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Zhang Yifan is truly powerful! To be able to withstand the attack of the Supreme Sect Master's Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator with only the cultivation of the late Golden Core stage is simply a miracle!" a disciple couldn't help but exclaim excitedly.

"Yes, his strength has exceeded our imagination. No wonder he has risen from a menial disciple to where he is today. Senior Brother Zhang has brought us so many shocks! It's just a pity. The Supreme Sect Master will not let him go. He killed the Holy Son and injured the Sect Master. Even if Elder Xuan Kongzi intervenes, he may not be able to save him. It's truly a case of heaven being jealous of talent!" Another disciple couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Seeing that his attack had failed to kill Zhang Yifan, Ling Jianzu's eyes flashed with surprise, but he immediately sneered, "Indeed, you are exceptionally talented to have withstood an attack from me at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage while still in the late Golden Core stage. If you hadn't killed my grandson, it would have been understandable for you to take over the position of Holy Son. However, your biggest mistake was killing my grandson! Today, no one can protect you!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Jianzu swung his sword again, unleashing an even more ferocious sword aura carrying boundless fury straight towards Zhang Yifan. Zhang Yifan gritted his teeth, knowing he was powerless to resist, but he did not retreat in the slightest. He raised his Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword high once more to meet the fatal attack.

At that very moment, a white figure swept in and blocked Zhang Yifan's path.

"Supreme Sect Master, please stop!" the white-clad figure shouted in a deep voice, brandishing his longsword as sword energy cascaded down to meet Ling Jianzu's attack. The newcomer was none other than Ling Yunfeng, the eldest disciple of the Lingyun Sword Sect.

"Yunfeng, you dare to stop me?" Ling Jianzu sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Ling Yunfeng's expression was solemn, yet he showed no fear. He said in a deep voice, "Supreme Sect Master, although Junior Brother Yifan has made mistakes, he is still a disciple of the sect. If you kill him today, the sect will inevitably be in turmoil, which will be extremely detrimental to the sect's future. Please reconsider!"

The coldness in Ling Jianzu's eyes intensified, and he roared, "I cannot rest until I kill him! If I do not kill him today, I will not be able to quell the hatred in my heart!" As soon as he finished speaking, his sword energy surged, and he once again swung his sword at Lingyun Peak.

Undeterred, Ling Yunfeng charged forward, colliding head-on with Ling Jianzu's sword energy. Ling Yunfeng was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, coughing up blood; he was clearly severely injured.

"Senior brother!" Zhang Yifan's heart tightened when he saw Ling Yunfeng being repelled, and he couldn't help but shout.

"Senior sisters, senior brothers, we can't stand idly by!" Fang Xue shouted from below the arena, and several disciples immediately prepared to step forward.

"Step back! Protect our junior brother, don't come up here to die!" Ling Yunfeng gritted his teeth and stood up, holding his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, blocking Zhang Yifan.

"Zhang Yifan, you will surely die today!" Ling Jianzu roared, his sword energy surging as he slashed at Zhang Yifan once more.

Before Zhang Yifan could react, Lin Qingzhu rushed out from beside him, spreading her arms to block the attack for him.

"Second Senior Sister! Run! You can't stop him!" Zhang Yifan roared, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Lin Qingzhu's gaze was resolute, showing no sign of backing down: "You saved my life, and even if I die today, I will die with you!"

"Well said! We brothers can die together without regret!" Ling Yunfeng and the others said in unison, standing beside Zhang Yifan with resolute eyes.

Ling Jianzu sneered, "What a touching brotherhood. Since you all want to die, then I'll grant your wish!" As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed eighteen sword energies, each carrying earth-shattering power, rushing straight towards Zhang Yifan and the others.

Below the arena, the disciples witnessed this scene, their hearts filled with terror, yet none dared to step forward to stop it. Just as the sword energy was about to strike Zhang Yifan and the others, a cold shout rang out from the sky.

"Senior Brother Ling, stop!"

An aged yet majestic voice rang out in the air, and then a figure appeared before Ling Jianzu like lightning, unleashing a sword aura that completely neutralized all eighteen of Ling Jianzu's sword auras. The newcomer was none other than Xuan Kongzi, the Supreme Elder of the Lingyun Sword Sect.

Xuan Kongzi stood in the air, his face cold and his eyes like lightning, sweeping over Ling Jianzu and the crowd on the arena. His voice was like thunder, shaking the entire arena: "Senior Brother Ling Jianzu, that's enough! I will give you an explanation for today's events, but you must not harm any more of my disciples!"

Ling Jianzu's face was grim, his killing intent undiminished. He said coldly, "Xuan Kongzi, this brat killed my grandson and injured my son. I said I must kill him today! Even you can't stop him. If you insist on stopping me, don't blame me for not showing any mercy as a fellow disciple!"

Xuan Kongzi's expression remained unchanged as he coldly replied, "Senior brother, no matter what, he was still my disciple. As for your grandson's death, it can only be blamed on his inferior skills. After all, without swords and spears, death and injury are inevitable. After all, you were the one who said those words. After your grandson killed Xuan Zhenzi's disciple, you used that as an excuse to kill Xuan Zhenzi, who came to seek justice. How can you only allow your grandson to kill others, but not others to kill your grandson?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two powerful pressures erupted instantly. The air between Xuan Kongzi and Ling Jianzu seemed to vibrate violently, and the disciples on the arena were so shocked by the pressure that they could hardly breathe.

Zhang Yifan forced himself to stand up, looking at Xuan Kongzi who had stepped forward, and felt grateful. He knew that this turmoil was far from over, and his senior brothers and sisters stood by his side without complaint. At this moment, he felt a strength and warmth he had never felt before.