What’s going on?
Wan Ling stared at Chen Qingyuan with extreme apprehension. He intended to apply several more prohibitions to ensure Chen Qingyuan had no chance to resist.
However, Wan Ling never got the chance.
His pupil technique and the law of dissolution technique had entered Chen Qingyuan’s body, affecting his Dao Heart and even trying to shake his foundation.
“Clang—”
It was as if an ancient bell in Chen Qingyuan’s dantian gently swayed, the sound of the Dao ringing out, shattering the malicious laws.
Swish—
Chen Qingyuan had to use the power of two Golden Core foundations to wield numerous top-tier supernatural powers without exhausting his strength. Consequently, Wan Ling’s offensive unveiled a layer of mist ahead, revealing part of the scene.
Two blazing suns seemed to hang above Chen Qingyuan’s head, shining with golden light, flawless and holy.
“Twin Golden Core Foundations of the Holy Grade!”
At this moment, Wan Ling was utterly shocked, and many of his doubts dissipated.
No wonder Chen Qingyuan could fight him to a standstill across an entire major realm. No wonder Chen Qingyuan could wield so many supernatural powers without running out of spiritual energy.
“Such a person is rarely seen in tens of thousands of years.”
Wan Ling exclaimed, finally understanding how extraordinary Chen Qingyuan was.
“Bang”
In just a few breaths, the mysterious power within Chen Qingyuan had already swept away the strange forces that had entered his body.
At the same time, Chen Qingyuan unleashed a world-shaking thunder technique, consuming more than half of his spiritual energy in an instant.
This move was the strongest thunder technique Chen Qingyuan had learned so far.
A ray of lightning coiled above his head, stretching for ten thousand meters, like a thunder dragon with a ferocious face, opening its huge mouth filled with countless dark purple lightning flashes.
“Command!”
With a single thought from Chen Qingyuan, the thunder dragon locked onto Wan Ling, roaring as it descended in an instant.
Boom—
The momentum of the thunder dragon was unstoppable, turning all the shadows it passed into dust.
Seeing the thunder dragon approaching, Wan Ling dared not take it head-on.
Because this was within the illusion realm of pupil technique, if he got injured, he would easily suffer a backlash from the Dao technique.
After a moment’s thought, Wan Ling made a decision.
He dispelled the illusion realm!
In the next moment, the thunder dragon disappeared, and the consciousness of both returned from the eerie illusion realm to reality.
Chen Qingyuan forced Wan Ling to dispel the illusion realm. Without any hesitation, he grasped the Yulan Sword floating in the void with his right hand and swung it horizontally.
Slash!
This was Chen Qingyuan’s strongest sword strike, like a raging flood yet as gentle as a breeze.
The fierce sword intent did not lack a touch of gentleness and contained the power of Yin and Yang.
Swish—
The sword light tore through the sky, shattering the twisted space and the prohibitions of both sides.
Wan Ling immediately activated the Seven-Marked Copper Coin, placing it in front of him.
“Boom”
In the blink of an eye, the sword light struck the barrier formed by the copper coin, leaving a deep sword mark.
That was close!
Wan Ling secretly wiped a cold sweat. If not for his quick reaction, this sword strike might have decided the outcome.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
Immediately, the two engaged in a new round of fierce combat, their various Dao techniques turning the area into ruins.
Even though the black soil here was exceptionally hard, the intensity of their battle caused cracks to appear on the ground, with countless stones floating up, carrying a trace of sword intent, attacking Wan Ling.
Each piece of debris seemed to become a top-tier sword in the mortal world, radiating cold light.
Both sides began to take the fight seriously, with each attack and defense consuming a large amount of spiritual energy.
Therefore, they had to split a portion of their divine sense during the battle to quickly refine the spirit stones hidden in their inner dantian or Xumi Rings.
If their spiritual energy ran dry, the result would be obvious.
Unknowingly, the battle had reached over four hundred rounds.
“Chen Qingyuan still hasn’t lost!”
The disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower couldn’t accept it, their eyes wide with shock.
“It doesn’t make sense!”
With such a huge gap in cultivation levels, how could Chen Qingyuan hold on until now?
“By the looks of it, Chen Qingyuan doesn’t seem to have reached his limit yet. The pupil technique of the Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower is unrivaled among his peers, yet it hasn’t defeated Chen Qingyuan, nor even put him at a disadvantage. It’s truly strange.”
The Heaven’s Pride from other forces in the Imperial Province occasionally exclaimed, their gazes complex.
Chen Qingyuan, one of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness, was indeed this formidable!
Those who had once looked down on the Heaven’s Pride from the outer regions felt they needed to change their perspective.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
The sound of the great battle echoed across the territory, with both sides injured, their clothes torn, and hair disheveled.
Not long after, the five hundred rounds Wan Ling mentioned had passed.
However, neither had any intention of stopping.
Chen Qingyuan’s fighting spirit was high, treating Wan Ling as a stepping stone to test the level of his strength after using the power of two Golden Core foundations.
“Five… five hundred rounds.”
The disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower turned pale, unable to accept it.
They glanced at Wu Junyan standing not far away, their emotions mixed.
According to the agreement, if Chen Qingyuan lasted five hundred rounds, the Star-Plucking Tower had to back down and could no longer conflict with Wu Junyan.
In this world, might makes right.
Chen Qingyuan proved himself with his actions, showing he was not inferior to the Holy Sons of the top forces in the Imperial Province, standing at the pinnacle of his generation.
What was more outrageous was that he only had the cultivation level of the early Elemental Infant stage.
If they fought at the same realm, the result…
No one dared to imagine, their gazes towards Chen Qingyuan gradually filled with fear.
“Ah!”
Chen Qingyuan shouted, slashing his sword towards Wan Ling’s left side.
Wan Ling blocked with the Seven-Marked Copper Coin, his body largely unaffected.
Sizzle—
As the battle intensified, Wan Ling noticed an undeniable crack on the body of the Seven-Marked Copper Coin. Previously, it was just the barrier formed by the coin, which could be reformed with some spiritual energy.
Now it was the coin itself, which couldn’t be ignored.
If this continued, the Seven-Marked Copper Coin might shatter.
Thinking of this outcome, Wan Ling clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the imposing Chen Qingyuan, his emotions extremely complex.
“Cease the battle!”
With a wave of his hand, Wan Ling unleashed a powerful wind pressure, forcing Chen Qingyuan back several steps, shouting loudly.
“What?”
Chen Qingyuan stood with his sword, maintaining a distance of ten thousand meters.
“The five hundred rounds have passed, there’s no need to continue.”
The Hundred Veins Banquet had just begun, and the land was filled with fortune.
Wan Ling felt there was no need to decide the outcome with Chen Qingyuan at this time. If injured, the impact would be far-reaching. Moreover, the Seven-Marked Copper Coin had a crack and needed immediate repair.
“Take your people and get lost.”
Chen Qingyuan glanced around, considering Wu Junyan’s safety, and indeed couldn’t continue entangling. He sighed inwardly, regretting not having tested the limits of his Twin Golden Core Foundations of the Holy Grade.
Hearing such unfriendly words, Wan Ling frowned, very displeased.
“Impudent!”
The Heaven’s Pride of the Star-Plucking Tower seemed not to understand the situation. Hearing the word “get lost,” they felt their dignity was hurt, blushing and shouting angrily.
“If you don’t want to leave, then none of you will.”
Chen Qingyuan’s voice was very cold, yet carried an undeniable tone, causing many souls to be invaded by the chill, trembling in unease.