I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Just as Zhang Yifan was preparing to fight Wu Tianming, the man in black robes, to the death, the situation suddenly took an unexpected turn. A sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from afar, breaking the almost frozen tension. Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a hint of vigilance and doubt. They quickly adjusted their posture and looked warily in the direction from which the sound came.

In the distance, several figures were rapidly approaching on the horizon, their forms slicing through the air like arrows, carrying a powerful sense of oppression. This oppressive aura instantly made the already tense situation even more complex and unpredictable. Zhang Yifan frowned slightly, his mind racing, wondering whether the approaching figures were friend or foe.

As the figures drew closer, Zhang Yifan finally made out their appearance. These men were all clad in identical black armor, their movements agile and each exuding a chilling aura. Their synchronized steps clearly indicated they were seasoned veterans. Their movements were swift and precise, their imposing presence sending shivers down one's spine.

The man at the head of the group was particularly eye-catching. He was burly, with a stern face and a cold glint in his eyes, clearly the leader of the group. His appearance not only startled Zhang Yifan, but also caused Wu Tianming's expression to change slightly.

“Armored soldiers of the Tianyuan Dynasty!” Zhang Yifan was secretly surprised and instantly recognized the origin of these people.

The Tianyuan Dynasty, the second most powerful force on the Tianyuan Continent, boasts immense national strength and a large number of cultivators, especially renowned for its elite armored soldiers. The Tianyuan Armored Soldiers are among the most formidable elite troops under the Tianyuan Dynasty; each soldier is a seasoned veteran with extraordinary combat prowess. Although Zhang Yifan had never interacted with these soldiers, he had long heard of their formidable reputation.

"Why are they here?" Lin Qingzhu asked in a low voice, her brows furrowed, clearly puzzled by this sudden situation. Logically speaking, the struggle for the Heavenly Absolute Secret Realm should be an internal battle among the major sects, and the Tianyuan Dynasty's army should not be involved, but the current situation is utterly perplexing.

Zhang Yifan's gaze turned serious, a series of thoughts flashing through his mind. Just then, he suddenly remembered the identity of the leader—this burly middle-aged man was none other than Leng Hedong, the deputy general under the Prince of Zhenbei!

"Deputy General Leng?" A hint of surprise flashed through Zhang Yifan's mind; he was no stranger to the name. Several years ago, at a celebration of the Lingyun Sword Sect, Zhang Yifan had personally witnessed Leng Hedong arrive with the Prince of Zhenbei. At that time, Leng Hedong possessed an imposing aura, clearly a powerful figure. Seeing him again now, Zhang Yifan couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation; perhaps Leng Hedong's arrival would break the current stalemate.

However, before Zhang Yifan could speak, Wu Tianming's face turned extremely gloomy. Wu Tianming recognized the newcomer at a glance and said coldly, "Leng Hedong, I didn't expect you to appear here."

"So it's Wu Tianming, that old dog from the Tianqi Sect!" Leng Hedong's voice was icy and sarcastic, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight into Wu Tianming's heart.

Wu Tianming's face instantly turned ashen, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. He hated being called "Old Dog Wu" the most; those three words were like a sharp knife, piercing the deepest, most hidden pain in his heart.

"You're courting death!" Wu Tianming roared, his spiritual power erupting instantly, clearly enraged by Leng Hedong's words. His aura surged like a volcanic eruption, filling the air with violent energy fluctuations.

However, Leng Hedong remained unmoved, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Wu Tianming, the 18th elder of the dignified Tianqi Sect, actually stooped so low as to come to the Tianjue Secret Realm to do these despicable things. It's truly despicable."

As soon as Leng Hedong spoke, Zhang Yifan immediately sensed a strong tension. Wu Tianming was clearly a high-ranking elder of the Tianqi Sect, while Leng Hedong was a deputy general of the Tianyuan Dynasty; the two had obviously harbored a long-standing grudge. The Tianqi Sect and the Tianyuan Dynasty had a long history of covert struggles, and now that the two had met again, it was a clash of enemies, sparks flying.

Wu Tianming snorted coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a strong killing intent. He slowly raised his hands, his spiritual power already poised to erupt. The hatred between him and Leng Hedong had accumulated over many years, and he would not let this opportunity slip by easily.

"Leng Hedong, since you've interfered in this matter, don't blame me for being impolite!" Wu Tianming's voice was filled with endless killing intent, and the spiritual power within his body had surged to its limit. The surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly under his oppressive aura.

Leng Hedong remained cold and unyielding: "Wu Tianming, today I'll see what you're capable of."

The moment the words left their mouths, the atmosphere between the two sides instantly became tense, and the surrounding air seemed to become exceptionally heavy. Their gazes clashed in the air, and the killing intent between them was no longer concealed. Wu Tianming was an elder of the Tianqi Sect, and Leng Hedong was a deputy general of the Tianyuan Dynasty. Their battle was destined to trigger an earth-shattering showdown.

Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu stood aside, their hearts filled with shock at the impending battle, but they also understood that this was their best chance to escape. Leng Hedong's arrival had clearly diverted Wu Tianming's attention, and the standoff between the Tianyuan Armored Warriors and the Tianqi Sect might buy them some time.

Just as Zhang Yifan was pondering, Wu Tianming had already made his move. With a wave of his right hand, a black spiritual light shot out from his palm, carrying a chilling aura of death, heading straight for Leng Hedong. This black spiritual light was clearly one of Wu Tianming's trump cards; wherever it passed, space subtly distorted, as if the air itself was being corroded, emitting a nauseating stench.

Leng Hedong remained completely calm, a slight smile playing on his lips. His longsword flashed from its sheath, a cold light gleaming as it slashed towards the black spiritual light. The blade, like lightning tearing through the night sky, met Wu Tianming's attack with boundless sharpness.

"Boom!" Two powerful forces collided violently in mid-air, black spiritual light and cold glint intertwined, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy swept outwards like a tsunami. The enormous energy fluctuations caused the ground to tremble violently, and the surrounding rocks were destroyed by the shockwave, with dust flying everywhere.

Feeling the powerful aftershocks, Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu had to retreat quickly to avoid being drawn into the battle. Standing at a distance, they watched the fight intently, secretly shocked by the terrifying strength of the Nascent Soul stage experts.

Wu Tianming and Leng Hedong were both Nascent Soul stage experts with incredibly powerful spiritual energy. Every move they made carried earth-shattering power. When they clashed, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the spiritual energy in the world surged, as if the heavens and earth themselves had become violent and uneasy because of their battle.

Wu Tianming's attacks were insidious and vicious, his spiritual energy mixed with a strange black aura that seemed to possess a strong corrosive quality. With each strike, a pungent stench filled the air; this black aura could not only corrode objects but also erode spiritual energy, making it extremely insidious. Leng Hedong, on the other hand, adopted a purely offensive approach to defense. The longsword in his hand shone brightly, each swing carrying an incomparably sharp blade aura, completely neutralizing every wave of Wu Tianming's attacks.

The battle between the two sides intensified, and the collision of their spiritual energies erupted in the air with dazzling light, like two shooting stars colliding repeatedly in the night sky. Wu Tianming used secret techniques several times, attempting to use black energy to corrode Leng Hedong's spiritual energy. However, Leng Hedong's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and each of his strikes contained immense destructive power, directly cleaving Wu Tianming's attacks in two.

"Leng Da Sha, do you think you can defeat me with just these?" Wu Tianming's face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a hint of madness. He clenched his fist suddenly, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly erupted. Black spiritual light surged out of his body like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield in darkness.

Upon seeing this, Leng Hedong's eyes flashed with vigilance. He knew that Wu Tianming was preparing to unleash his trump card. The secret techniques of the Tianqi Sect were extremely strange; this black energy could not only corrode spiritual power but also directly erode a cultivator's primordial spirit, making it extremely terrifying.

"Looks like things are getting serious!" Leng Hedong muttered to himself, then gripped his longsword tightly with both hands. A cold glint flashed on the blade, and his aura suddenly surged. His spiritual power instantly flowed into the longsword, and the blade began to emit a dazzling cold light, as sharp as millennia-old ice.

Wu Tianming's black aura seemed to possess endless vitality, surging ever greater, gradually enveloping the entire battlefield in darkness. The air around Leng Hedong seemed to be corroded by the black aura, emitting a hissing sound. However, his face remained calm, and he slowly raised his long sword, slashing forward with destructive power.

"Boom—!" A massive blade of light slashed out from Leng Hedong's longsword, tearing through Wu Tianming's black aura. The blade light pierced the darkness like lightning, heading straight for Wu Tianming. Upon seeing this, a ferocious glint flashed in Wu Tianming's eyes. He swung his hands violently, and the black aura condensed into a giant black palm, meeting the blade of light head-on.

"Boom—!" The two powerful forces collided again in mid-air, and the huge shockwave made the entire secret realm tremble slightly. Wu Tianming's black aura and Leng Hedong's sword light intertwined fiercely in the air, and the fluctuations of spiritual power swept out, as if to tear the heavens and earth apart.

Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu stood at a distance, their eyes filled with shock. The intensity of this battle far exceeded their expectations. Every move and stance of a Nascent Soul stage expert contained destructive power. They knew that if they rashly intervened, they might not even be able to withstand the aftershocks.

"Let's escape while the chaos continues!" Lin Qingzhu said in a low voice, a hint of urgency in her eyes. Although the current situation was unclear, the clash between the two powerful figures gave them a chance to escape.

Zhang Yifan nodded and quickly made a decision. They couldn't stay here any longer; their combined strength was far from sufficient to handle a battle between Nascent Soul experts. The only option was to retreat as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the fierce battle between Wu Tianming and Leng Hedong, Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu acted swiftly, using the aftershocks of the fight as cover to quickly retreat deeper into the secret realm. However, Wu Tianming clearly hadn't overlooked their intentions. Although he was engaged in combat with Leng Hedong, he still managed to spare a wisp of his divine sense to monitor Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu's movements.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Wu Tianming sneered, flipped his hand, and a black aura shot out from his palm, heading straight for Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu.

"You're courting death!" Leng Hedong roared, his longsword slashing down with a fierce light that instantly shattered Wu Tianming's black aura. He stared coldly at Wu Tianming, his tone filled with undisguised killing intent: "Your opponent is me. Don't even think about getting distracted by dealing with others!"

A sinister glint flashed in Wu Tianming's eyes, but he understood that dealing with Leng Hedong was already difficult enough. If he were to distract himself by pursuing Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu, he would only put himself in greater danger. He snorted coldly, abandoning the idea of ​​continuing the pursuit, and focused on dealing with Leng Hedong's attacks.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu fled deeper into the secret realm. They understood that although they had temporarily escaped the immediate crisis, the Heavenly Revelation Sect's conspiracy still loomed over the entire Heavenly Absolute Secret Realm. And their escape might only be the prelude to this storm.