I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 130 The End of the Battle and Ao Shu's Stubbornness

Above the Thousand Rivers, spiritual energy surged like giant waves, and killing intent filled the air. The aftershocks of the battle caused the surrounding river water to churn in layers.

Ao Qianshu's body was covered with deep fist marks, and his dragon scales shimmered with a dim golden light, mixed with bloodstains.

His face was pale, and he was panting heavily, clearly pushed to his limit by Zhang Yifan's fierce offensive.

Even so, his dragon eyes still gleamed with a stubborn light, refusing to bow down to the human before him.

"Do you submit?" Zhang Yifan asked sharply, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth. His tone carried an undeniable authority, as if he wanted to shatter Ao Qianshu's last shred of will.

Ao Qianshu gritted his teeth, struggling to prop up his swaying body, and said coldly, "I refuse to accept this! I am the young master of the Thousand Water River, possessing the bloodline of a divine dragon. How can I admit defeat to a human like you!"

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes. He sneered and said, "Fine, very well! Since you're so stubborn, then I'll let you experience what despair truly means!" Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, his spiritual energy rippled, and his three Nascent Souls began to operate simultaneously.

Zhang Yifan's body was enveloped in golden light, and the power released by the three Nascent Souls intertwined to form a magnificent spiritual energy field, directly enveloping Ao Qianshu. The powerful spiritual pressure was overwhelming, compressing the surrounding space and causing it to faintly creak.

Ao Qianshu gritted his teeth and tried to circulate the dragon power within his body to resist, but he soon discovered that Zhang Yifan's power was like an unshakable mountain, and no matter how he struggled, he could not budge it in the slightest.

"This power..." Ao Qianshu was shocked. His dragon talent and pride were being suppressed time and time again, but his indomitable will still burned.

"Do you submit?" Zhang Yifan's voice came again, this time with a hint of impatience and contempt.

Ao Qianshu gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die, I will never bow down to you!"

A murderous glint flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes, followed by a cold laugh: "Very well, then I'll show you what an irresistible force truly is!"

Zhang Yifan took a deep breath, and his fourth nascent soul quietly began to circulate. With the addition of this nascent soul, the atmosphere of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and a terrifying pressure comparable to that of a Void Refinement Realm cultivator erupted from Zhang Yifan's body. That pressure was as tangible as a substance, instantly deforming the surrounding space, and even causing large sections of the river surface to collapse.

Ao Qianshu felt the oppressive aura, his pupils contracted sharply, and a monstrous wave surged within him. He had only ever experienced this level of pressure from a few Void Refinement Realm elders in his clan and from his grandfather—the Dragon King of the Thousand Water River Clan!

"How is this possible..." Ao Qianshu's voice trembled with disbelief. His body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult. His knees trembled, and finally, unable to support him any longer, he knelt heavily on the ground.

Zhang Yifan looked down at Ao Qianshu, who was kneeling on the ground, his voice as cold as a knife: "Is this the strength you claim to have as a prodigy of the Dragon Clan? In the face of absolute power, what is the point of your stubbornness?"

Ao Qianshu clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with resentment, but he knew that at this moment, he had completely lost the ability to resist. He mustered all his strength to let out a low growl: "I surrender! I surrender!"

Just then, a massive surge of spiritual energy suddenly emanated from the depths of the Thousand Water River. The river water seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, churning up towering waves hundreds of feet high. Immediately afterwards, an ancient and majestic voice came from within the waves:

"Young friend Zhang, please show mercy."

As the sound appeared, an old man slowly emerged from the waves. He wore a long blue robe with dragon patterns embroidered on the cuffs, exuding an imposing aura, his eyes deep and unfathomable. Every step he took on the water carried an undeniable sense of oppression.

Zhang Yifan's gaze sharpened, and he asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The old man nodded slightly, his attitude humble, but his imposing aura remained undiminished: "I am Ao Bo, a Void Refining Elder of the Thousand Water River Clan. Young Friend Zhang's talent is extraordinary, and his combat strength is no less than mine. There is no need to press the young master any further. My Thousand Water River Clan is willing to offer five thousand mid-grade spirit stones as an apology."

"Five thousand mid-grade spirit stones?" Zhang Yifan's eyes flickered slightly. Although his aura hadn't weakened, the hostility in his tone had eased a little. He snorted coldly and said, "You're quite sensible. However, I hope these five thousand spirit stones can truly settle today's grudges. Otherwise, the next time we meet, it won't be so simple."

Ao Bo nodded, his tone tinged with apology: "Young friend Zhang, rest assured, there will be no further developments in this matter. Qian Shu is young and impetuous; if he has offended you in any way, I hope you will forgive him."

Seeing the other party's humble attitude, Zhang Yifan, though still angry, did not want to cause any trouble at this moment. He coldly glanced at Ao Qianshu and said, "You were lucky this time, but it won't be so easy next time!"

After saying that, Zhang Yifan withdrew his aura and turned to leave.

After Zhang Yifan left, Ao Qianshu struggled to his feet. His gaze was dark, his face filled with anger and humiliation. He said in a low voice, "Elder, why be so humble? With our clan's strength, we are not necessarily afraid of him!"

Ao Bo glanced at him coldly, his tone unfriendly: "Qian Shu, do you know that the power he just displayed is comparable to that of the Void Refinement Realm? With your personality, no matter how dissatisfied you are, what can you do? If I hadn't intervened today, you would already be dead."

Ao Qianshu gritted his teeth, but could not refute it. Although he was resentful, he secretly remembered Zhang Yifan's name.

"Zhang Yifan..." he murmured the name, his voice filled with resentment and hatred. He had always considered himself a prodigy of the dragon race, never taking any human seriously, and even among his own kind, few could rival him. However, everything that happened today had completely overturned his understanding. In front of Zhang Yifan, the power he was so proud of seemed so insignificant, even forcing him to kneel and beg for mercy.

“Enough with the cheating.” Ao Bo’s voice rang out coldly, carrying an irresistible authority.

Ao Qianshu suddenly snapped out of his daze, turned to look at the elder beside him, his eyes filled with anger: "Elder! After such humiliation today, you still plead for him? We are the Dragon Clan, he is just a mere human, what right do you have?"

Ao Bo's expression remained unchanged; he merely glanced at Ao Qianshu with a gaze as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, sending a chill down Ao Qianshu's spine. He slowly spoke, "Do you really think you're qualified to contend with him today? Zhang Yifan's potential far exceeds your imagination. He was able to unleash the power of three Nascent Soul cultivators to such a level, even displaying a pressure comparable to that of a Void Refinement Realm cultivator at the end. Such a person's future achievements are limitless. Even the Dragon Clan must keep their distance."

Upon hearing this, Ao Qianshu clenched his fists even tighter. He was unwilling to admit it, but deep down he had to acknowledge that the elder's words were not without reason. Today's defeat might not have been accidental, but rather a result of the difference in strength. However, his pride and unwillingness to accept defeat would not allow him to bow his head.

"Zhang Yifan..." he murmured, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "I will avenge this humiliation! One day, I will make him kneel before me!"