I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Zhang Yifan knelt on the ground, his spiritual energy depleted, as if the blood in his body had frozen. His vision blurred, but in his mind he could only clearly see the black mist surging in the raised palm of the black-robed man. The mist condensed into a sharp blade, which came straight at him with endless killing intent.

The man in black robes had eyes as cold as blades, filled with contempt and a cruel smile.

"No matter how much you struggle, it's nothing more than the death of an ant." He sneered, slightly turning the blade, the killing intent growing stronger, the black mist forming the blade pointing directly at Zhang Yifan's heart.

"do not want!"

In that instant, Lin Qingzhu's shout pierced the silence, filled with urgency and determination. Her figure flashed like a streak of light, blocking Zhang Yifan's path.

The black-robed man's black blade pierced her shoulder. Lin Qingzhu groaned, her face instantly turning ashen, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining her clothes and soaking her thin garments.

"Green Bamboo!"

Zhang Yifan watched her fall in shock, feeling as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

Lin Qingzhu trembled, barely managing to stand with all her might. She gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain, but her eyes remained as resolute as ever. She whispered in a weak voice:

"Yifan...don't...give up..."

Looking at the faint smile on her face, Zhang Yifan felt a surge of guilt and anger erupt like a torrent.

He clenched his fists, the nine golden cores within his body spun wildly, and spiritual power surged through his meridians like a raging tide. The Chaos Technique operated uncontrollably, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was frantically absorbed into his body. The spiritual energy of the altar even began to twist and tremble.

The man in black frowned slightly, seemingly sensing the astonishing aura surging within Zhang Yifan, but then sneered, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He once again condensed black mist, and his palms transformed into several black blades, turning them into streaks of cold light that shot towards Zhang Yifan with destructive power.

Zhang Yifan's eyes were as cold as knives, and his spiritual power surged wildly in his hands. With a sudden wave of his palm, the spiritual power transformed into a vast beam of light, shattering all the black-robed man's blades.

A piercing friction sound burst forth in the air, and the intense fluctuations of spiritual energy caused the entire altar to tremble slightly.

"Today, you will definitely die!"

Zhang Yifan's voice was deep, and his eyes revealed an undeniable determination.

His every step was like a whirlwind, the spiritual energy gathered in his palms transforming into a violent current that rushed straight towards the man in black robes.

The man in black robes snorted coldly, flipped his palms, and black mist surged from all sides like a tide, forming a barrier in an attempt to block Zhang Yifan's attack.

However, Zhang Yifan's every strike was filled with unwavering determination. His spiritual power, like a raging torrent, tore through the black mist barrier and struck the man in black robes directly.

"How dare you hurt her!"

Zhang Yifan's roar was like thunder, and the spiritual power gathered in his palm once again transformed into a towering sword beam, striking directly at the man in black robes.

The man in black robes clearly hadn't expected his strength to be so great, and was forced to retreat repeatedly, a hint of panic gradually appearing on his face.

Zhang Yifan no longer suppressed his anger. Every palm strike he made was filled with endless killing intent and determination. His spiritual power roared like an angry dragon. The man in black robes was completely suppressed and could no longer organize an effective counterattack.

The black mist condensed into various shapes of barriers in his palm, but they collapsed layer by layer under Zhang Yifan's attack.

"You underestimated me, and you underestimated her determination."

Zhang Yifan's voice was deep and firm, his eyes flashing with a cold killing intent.

The black-robed man's expression gradually changed from disdain to fear. He had clearly realized that Zhang Yifan was not as easy to deal with as he had thought, but it was too late to escape now.

A scorching light condensed in Zhang Yifan's palm, a light that seemed to tear through the dark sky, carrying incomparably intense spiritual power, and struck the black-robed man's heart.

The man in black robes tried to dodge, but the speed of the spiritual energy was desperately fast, and it had already pierced through his defenses in an instant.

"puff--"

The man in the black robe spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock and resentment.

He staggered back several steps, finally unable to support himself, and fell heavily to the ground, letting out a final, desperate growl.

Zhang Yifan's longsword slashed down again without hesitation, and the figure of the man in black robes was instantly swallowed up by the sword light, disappearing completely in a dazzling light.

The world fell silent, with only the fluctuations of spiritual energy echoing in the air.

Zhang Yifan wearily sheathed his longsword, his heart filled with endless pain. He slowly turned around and looked at Lin Qingzhu lying on the ground. Her face was pale, and blood was flowing continuously from her wounds, soaking her clothes. Her breathing was weak, as if the breath of life could disappear at any moment.

Zhang Yifan knelt beside her and gently pulled her into his arms, his voice filled with uncontrollable pain and guilt:

"Qingzhu... I'm sorry, I failed to protect you..."

Lin Qingzhu slightly opened her eyes, revealing a faint smile, her voice weak and soft:

"Yifan... I have no regrets... As long as... you are alive... I am content..."

Her voice gradually weakened, and her eyelids slowly closed, as if carrying a final trace of satisfaction.

Zhang Yifan gently stroked her face, feeling that her life was like a candle about to be extinguished, and his heart was filled with regret and self-blame.

"Qingzhu, you can't leave me..."

His voice trembled slightly as the spiritual energy gathered in his hands flowed continuously into her body, attempting to pull her back from the brink of death.

However, Lin Qingzhu's breathing gradually weakened, her body temperature became icy cold, and her life was like a faint light about to disappear, which could be extinguished at any moment.

In the darkness, Zhang Yifan held her tightly, his eyes filled with endless pain and despair. He gently stroked her face and murmured softly:

"Qingzhu, you must hold on, I won't let you leave." His voice was filled with a final plea, as if he were waiting for a miracle.

However, Lin Qingzhu's breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and her life force was like a candle flame about to be extinguished, gradually dissipating in the silence.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Zhang Yifan felt only the indifference and ruthlessness of the world, as if only he and Lin Qingzhu remained in the world.

He gazed at her pale face, his eyes filled with tears, his heart filled with remorse and guilt. He even hated himself for not protecting her.

"Qingzhu, don't leave me!"

Zhang Yifan's voice choked slightly, his heart filled with endless pain and despair. He held her hand tightly, his heart overflowing with unbearable agony. The spiritual energy within him began to surge endlessly into her meridians, attempting to awaken her life.

However, Lin Qingzhu's breathing remained weak, and her eyes were gently closed, as if carrying a serene smile.

Zhang Yifan felt her life slipping away bit by bit, and the pain and despair in her heart surged like waves.

He gently hugged her tighter and whispered:

"Qingzhu, I swear, I will definitely save you..."