I cultivate the Chaos Technique

The Bloodwing Vulture's claws swooped down on Qiu Zhenhai and his companions with earth-shattering force. The air on the deck seemed to freeze. Qiu Zhenhai, Fang Qingyue, and Luo Yunxiao were exhausted, their eyes filled with despair. They knew they couldn't avoid this attack, and death was imminent.

At this critical moment, a figure flashed past like the wind, blocking the way for the three. With a low shout, sword light burst forth like a celestial waterfall, its cold gleam striking directly at the Demon King's fatal blow.

"Mysterious Clarity Sword Technique!"

Zhang Yifan's voice was deep and resolute. The spiritual power within his body surged like a raging tide into the longsword in his hand. The sword light flashed through the air, instantly neutralizing the attack of the demonic vulture's claws. The two forces collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. Spiritual light and demonic energy intertwined, transforming into ripple-like shockwaves that spread outwards.

The Bloodwinged Vulture was forced back half a step by the sword strike, its eyes narrowing slightly. It hadn't expected such a powerful figure to be hidden on this ship. A hint of apprehension appeared in the Demon King's eyes, but anger quickly replaced that hesitation.

Zhang Yifan stood firm, his eyes flashing like lightning, his aura as sharp as a sword's edge. The aura of a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of his cultivation was like a rainbow piercing the sun. Although he had not yet stepped into the Nascent Soul realm, his current aura was subtly on par with the Demon King. The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, its sword energy like frost, seemingly poised to strike.

Qiu Zhenhai and the other two stared at Zhang Yifan, who stood blocking their way, their eyes filled with shock and excitement. They knew Zhang Yifan was powerful, but they never expected him to dare face two demon kings directly with only a Golden Core form. Fang Qingyue couldn't help but whisper, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, are you... really going to fight two against one?"

Zhang Yifan smiled coldly, without uttering a word. With a tremor of his sword, the sword energy of the Xuanqing Sword Technique surged forth like flowing water. His aura continued to rise, and his cold eyes revealed unparalleled confidence, as if the demon king before him was nothing more than an ordinary opponent.

"Come on!" Zhang Yifan said calmly, raising his longsword slightly. The sword light was like a startled swan. He took a step forward and went straight to meet the two demon kings.

The Bloodwing Vulture let out an angry roar, raising its claws once more. Crimson demonic energy solidified and slashed down fiercely at Zhang Yifan. However, Zhang Yifan moved like a ghost, dodging the fatal blow with a slight dodge. At the same time, his longsword drew a dazzling arc in the air, its sharp sword intent as cold as frost, slicing off the claws of one of the vultures.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere as one of the demon king's claws was severed, gushing blood that stained the sky crimson. The blood-winged vulture let out a mournful howl, its massive form trembling slightly, clearly not expecting the Golden Core cultivator before it to possess such combat power.

At this moment, Zhang Yifan's aura was overwhelming, and his sword intent was chilling, like a sharp blade between heaven and earth. Although he looked somewhat tired, his fighting spirit was rising higher and higher, and his cold gaze was locked on the wounded demonic vulture. He was clearly not going to give up.

Seeing this, the other Bloodwinged Vulture suddenly spread its wings, its demonic aura surging, and actually pounced on Zhang Yifan, intending to take this opportunity to suppress him. Zhang Yifan, however, neither dodged nor evaded. He flicked his longsword, and the sword light, like a waterfall, shot out, the sharp sword energy tearing through the air to meet the Demon King's attack.

"Mysterious Clarity Sword Technique, Gale Slash!"

Zhang Yifan roared, channeling his spiritual power into his sword. The sword energy was swift as the wind, carving several sharp sword marks in the air, instantly piercing through the demonic energy and heading straight for the demon king's head. The demonic vulture sensed the danger, flapped its wings, and quickly retreated, but it was still cut by the sword energy, and blood dripped from its wings.

Zhang Yifan's combat prowess instilled fear in both demon kings. They exchanged a glance, their eyes blazing with ferocity, clearly intending to join forces to eliminate this threat. Simultaneously, the two demonic vultures let out piercing cries, their demonic energy surging and coalescing into a blood-red whirlwind that hurtled towards Zhang Yifan.

However, Zhang Yifan remained unmoved, his spiritual energy surging within him. His longsword was held horizontally before his chest, its sword intent like a cold mountain, suppressing heaven and earth. He smiled coldly, slightly pushing off with his feet, his figure moving like lightning to meet the whirlwind. His sword light surged, tearing apart the demonic energy.

"Trying to join forces to kill me? Wishful thinking!" Zhang Yifan roared, his sword light slashing down from the sky, dispersing the demonic energy and striking the wings of a demon king. The sword energy swept across like a whirlwind, leaving deep cracks on the demon king's wings, and blood gushed out again.

Qiu Zhenhai and the other two witnessed this scene and were utterly shocked. Fang Qingyue couldn't help but murmur, "Fellow Daoist Zhang... to actually be able to withstand two demon kings with his Golden Core form is simply unbelievable..."

Luo Yunxiao took a deep breath, his eyes shining with admiration. Although they were Nascent Soul cultivators, they seemed helpless when facing the Demon King, while Zhang Yifan, with his Golden Core Perfection cultivation, was able to confront the Demon King head-on. Such strength and courage were truly admirable.

Zhang Yifan fought with increasing ferocity, each sword strike sharp and unparalleled, forcing the two demon kings to retreat steadily. His sword intent was as cold as frost, his aura imposing, like a ray of light between heaven and earth. At this moment, his aura even surpassed the realm of the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, as if he had transformed into a war god who had become one with his sword.

Driven to madness by Zhang Yifan, the Bloodwing Vultures' eyes gleamed with ferocity. They let out furious howls, and their demonic energy once again coalesced into a giant blade of demonic power, slashing down at Zhang Yifan with unparalleled might.

Zhang Yifan snorted coldly, slightly raising his longsword. With a swift movement, he dodged the demonic blade and thrust his sword straight at the demonic vulture's abdomen. The sword energy pierced the air, its sharpness aimed directly at the demon king's vitals.

"Pfft!"

Another piercing scream rang out as the sword energy pierced the vulture's abdomen, blood gushing out like a fountain. The wounded vulture trembled violently, its wings flapping weakly, its massive body swaying precariously, its eyes filled with rage and fear.

Seeing this, the other demonic vulture roared, its wings flapping violently, unleashing a torrent of demonic energy as it lunged at Zhang Yifan, attempting to tear him to shreds. However, Zhang Yifan had already regained his footing, his figure flashing through the air like a dragon, his sword flashing like lightning as it slashed down at him.

With both demon kings suppressed by him alone, the tide of battle had turned. Zhang Yifan's sword light swirled in the air, tearing demonic energy into bloody mist wherever it passed. His attacks were extremely fierce, each sword strike carrying an unstoppable force, forcing the demon kings to retreat continuously.

"Mysterious Purity Sword Technique, Thunderous Strike!" Zhang Yifan shouted again, his spiritual power surging into the longsword like a torrent, and his sword energy surging like thunder. He swept the sword out, directly slashing at the Demon King's other claw.

"Pfft!" Blood splattered again as Zhang Yifan severed one of the Bloodwing Vulture's claws, its painful roar shaking the entire sea. The Demon King trembled violently, its two injured claws leaving it in a sorry state, while Zhang Yifan, at this moment, became even more fierce, his sword strikes unstoppable, as if he wanted to wipe out the entire Bloodwing Vulture.

"Damn humans!" The Bloodwing Vulture cried out in despair, its wings flapping wildly, its demonic power surging even more violently. It tried its best to escape Zhang Yifan's encirclement, but facing such a powerful opponent, it was already in dire straits.

Zhang Yifan strode forward through the air, his sword energy whistling like a whirlwind, completely surrounding the demonic vulture. His gaze, sharp as cold lightning, mercilessly pierced the demon king's vital points. Sensing the threat to its life, the demonic vulture's eyes filled with despair and fear. It struggled desperately, trying to escape this deadly trap.

However, Zhang Yifan's sword was already at its peak, its sword intent sharp and its power irresistible. He pointed his sword directly at the eagle's brow, the sword light flashing like a cold star, carrying an aura of destruction.

"Take this!" Zhang Yifan sneered, and with a flick of his sword, the sword light was dazzling, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, directly stabbing towards the eagle's brow.

"Ah—!" The Bloodwing Vulture let out a desperate howl, its whole body trembling violently. Faced with this fatal blow, it could no longer escape.

The sword pierced through, blood splattered, and a fierce sword light bloomed in the air, piercing through the body of the Bloodwing Vulture. The demon king let out an extremely shrill scream, and its demonic aura quickly dissipated, finally turning into a wisp of ashes and drifting away with the wind.

Zhang Yifan flashed forward, sheathing his longsword. He coldly stared at the demonic vulture that had turned to ashes, a faint killing intent flashing in his eyes. His back rose and fell slightly, and his spiritual energy circulated within him. Beneath his seemingly stable figure lay boundless fighting spirit.

At this moment, all around him was deathly silent; the sea breeze carried away the echoes of the battle. Qiu Zhenhai, Fang Qingyue, and Luo Yunxiao stared at Zhang Yifan, their eyes filled with admiration and astonishment. They had never imagined that Zhang Yifan possessed such formidable combat power, that with his Golden Core form, he could fight two demon kings to the bitter end and ultimately defeat one of them.

Zhang Yifan slowly turned around, his gaze falling on another Bloodwing Vulture, cold and sharp. This demon king had witnessed the demise of its companions, its eyes filled with anger and fear. Its body trembled uncontrollably, but it was equally unwilling to compromise easily.