I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 129 The war situation turns around

On the banks of the Thousand Rivers, the weather suddenly changed. The once calm river surface was now like a giant wave whipped up by a gale, churning up endless waves, and the surrounding air was filled with a dense aura of killing intent. Zhang Yifan stood on the riverbank, his brows furrowed, his eyes burning as he stared at his formidable enemy, Ao Qianshu. This fierce battle had far exceeded ordinary people's imagination; every collision between the two sides was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, and even the distant mountains seemed to tremble slightly.

Zhang Yifan knew he was in dire straits. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and gathering into a thin line on the back of his hand, which gripped the sword hilt tightly. Although his spiritual energy continued to surge, the immense exertion required for each swing of the sword left him feeling powerless. He vaguely sensed that unless he adopted a more aggressive strategy, he might never be able to break through Ao Qianshu's suppression, and might even perish here.

Across from him, Ao Qianshu appeared calm and composed. Clad in a golden brocade robe, his sleeves fluttering, he exuded a commanding presence. The coldness and disdain in his deep eyes were suffocating. He didn't rush to attack, but instead quietly observed Zhang Yifan, like a hunter facing its dying prey, waiting for a weakness to appear. A slight, mocking smile played on his lips; his confident demeanor was undoubtedly a source of immense psychological pressure.

Zhang Yifan sensed the hidden contempt in Ao Qianshu's gaze, and a surge of anger welled up within him. He suddenly realized that if he didn't fight with all his might, he would face certain death. At that moment, a bold idea suddenly surfaced deep within his mind—it was time to unleash the power of the Three Nascent Souls!

After a moment of inner struggle, Zhang Yifan's gaze gradually hardened. He realized that there was no other choice but to risk everything to fight his way out. So, he gritted his teeth, completely banishing any hesitation from his mind. He took a deep breath, as if drawing the entire world into his stomach. His chest rose and fell slightly, then he closed his eyes and focused entirely on circulating his spiritual energy.

The power of three Nascent Soul cultivators was his greatest secret in all his cultivation. He had poured countless efforts into mastering this power, but he also knew it was not easily controlled. A slight misstep could not only cause him to suffer a cultivation deviation, but could even lead to his complete annihilation. However, at this moment, he had no other choice. He knew that if he didn't fight with all his might, the outcome of this battle would be irreversible.

Zhang Yifan focused his mind, and the spiritual energy within his body began to surge at an unprecedented speed. He carefully guided this power, as if controlling a sleeping ancient beast. The power of the first Nascent Soul quickly began to circulate, followed by the addition of the second Nascent Soul. His expression changed slightly, and veins bulged on his forehead, clearly indicating that activating this power was no easy task.

As the power of the third nascent soul was gradually awakened, a raging storm of spiritual energy seemed to surge within his body. This power was so strong that it almost tore his meridians apart, and every cell was enduring intense impact. He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and concentrated all his mental energy on controlling the spiritual energy, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

As the power of the third Nascent Soul fully merged into his meridians, Zhang Yifan's entire body trembled violently, and an incomparably powerful spiritual energy erupted from within him. This spiritual energy, like a volcanic eruption, instantly filled the entire battlefield. His aura surged dramatically, and even the surrounding air became incredibly heavy due to the pressure of this power. He reopened his eyes, revealing a sharp killing intent in his gaze, as if the entire world was under his control.

In that instant, Ao Qianshu also keenly sensed the change in Zhang Yifan. His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the other man, a rare look of surprise in his eyes. "How is this possible?" Ao Qianshu thought to himself, "His power has actually increased to such a level in such a short time!"

Despite a flicker of unease rising within him, Ao Qianshu maintained his composure outwardly. He sneered, saying arrogantly, "Hmph, mere child's play. Do you think you can contend with me with such meager strength?" His words were filled with contempt and mockery, yet a hidden unease lurked in the depths of his eyes. Though he spoke of disdain, he was already weighing how to deal with this sudden threat.

Zhang Yifan ignored Ao Qianshu's provocation. His spiritual energy surged like a mighty river, causing even the longsword in his hand to tremble slightly. He slowly raised the sword, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, poured all his spiritual energy into it, and uttered a low shout: "Mysterious Clarity Sword Technique!"

With that furious roar, a blinding sword light erupted from the blade. This sword light was incomparably sharp, seemingly capable of tearing the entire world apart. Wherever the sword light passed, the air was cleaved into countless fragments, and even the earth was shaken, leaving deep cracks. In the distance, the surrounding mountains were even shaken by the sword energy, causing several boulders to collapse and produce a deafening roar.

Ao Qianshu dared not be careless, quickly circulating all his magical power to condense a golden shield in front of him. The shield shone brightly, covered with complex runes, and exuded an indestructible pressure. However, when Zhang Yifan's sword energy struck the shield, it emitted a low hum, and cracks quickly appeared on its surface. These cracks spread like a spider web, and Ao Qianshu's expression changed drastically.

"This is impossible!" Ao Qianshu was secretly shocked. He never expected that the opponent's attack could actually shake his defense. The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and a rare look of tension appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Yifan did not falter in the slightest after this success. He swiftly sheathed his longsword and switched to close combat. His fists shimmered with spiritual energy, each punch containing the astonishing power of a three-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. His movements were swift and fierce, his fists whistling as they hurtled towards Ao Qianshu.

Ao Qianshu retreated while barely managing to defend himself, but Zhang Yifan's attacks were simply too fierce. Each punch brought a tearing pain to his body. Despite his powerful physique, he was gradually losing his strength. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and staining his magnificent robes red.

Zhang Yifan showed no mercy. His punches grew faster and more brutal with each blow, giving Ao Qianshu almost no chance to breathe. His roar echoed across the battlefield: "Ao Qianshu! Today is your end!"

As the battle continued, Zhang Yifan's attacks grew increasingly fierce, while Ao Qianshu's defenses became increasingly difficult. Both had given their all, and the only sounds on the battlefield were the booming of clashing spiritual energy and the whistling of sword qi cutting through the air. This breathtaking duel was destined to become an unforgettable legend on the Thousand Water River.