“Western Border’s main vein’s top-tier supernatural power, the Myriad Transformations Celestial Pivot Palm.”

An evildoer from the Imperial Province recognized the supernatural power Fu Dongliu was about to unleash. His heart tightened, and his body instinctively trembled a few times, as if he had experienced this technique firsthand before, likely having been brutally beaten by Fu Dongliu with it.

“Starting off with the real deal, huh?”

Everyone thought the two would at least test each other out first, but who knew they’d jump straight into such an intense confrontation.

“In battles between powerful figures, you must go all out, leaving no chance for your opponent.”

This wasn’t a friendly spar but a battle of dignity, even threatening their lives. In such a situation, anyone who dared to let their guard down would likely face defeat.

The Myriad Transformations Celestial Pivot Palm, one thought, a thousand forms.

Over ten thousand shadowy figures of Fu Dongliu appeared in the void, all making the same hand movements. Their hands left afterimages, causing the space to twist and distort.

“Suppress!”

After gathering momentum for a moment, he raised his hand and struck.

Over ten thousand shadows merged into one, pushing a massive golden palm print towards Chen Qingyuan.

The palm light seemed to contain a rotating star, imbued with immense power.

The dark abyss behind Fu Dongliu grew larger, as if it had devoured a vast expanse of the void, making it impossible to look directly at it, instilling fear in the hearts of onlookers.

The overwhelming palm force came from all directions, making Chen Qingyuan feel an indescribable pressure. The space around him began to collapse, making “hissing” sounds, and even cracking with hundreds of fissures.

Chen Qingyuan gripped his silver spear tightly, showing no fear. He waited for the right moment, planning to break through from one point.

“Boom!”

In the blink of an eye, the myriad palms struck Chen Qingyuan. The area exploded, turning countless miles into fragments, forming dozens of massive black holes in the starry sky, swallowing the shattered void pieces.

For a moment, no one could see Chen Qingyuan’s figure. They could only see the terrifying palm prints striking the same spot, causing a massive storm.

“He’s trying to kill Chen Qingyuan!”

The Heaven’s Pride watching broke out in cold sweat. If it were them, they feared not even a complete corpse would be left.

The strength of the number one in the Western Border was indeed terrifying.

While many were still worried about Chen Qingyuan, a silver light broke through the encirclement of palm prints, shattering the darkness, reaching deep into the starry sky.

Then, Chen Qingyuan emerged with the silver light, breaking out of Fu Dongliu’s top-tier supernatural power.

Although injured, it wasn’t serious, nothing critical.

Without hesitation, Chen Qingyuan held his silver spear in his right hand and thrust it through the air.

“Slash!”

A blinding light burst from the spear tip, transforming into a hundred-foot-long silver spear shadow, swiftly charging towards Fu Dongliu.

Fu Dongliu’s expression changed slightly, and he pointed a finger.

The force at his fingertip collided with the silver spear’s might, spreading terrifying power in all directions. Many spectators felt the pressure and suffocation, their clothes blown into disarray by the ensuing gale.

The two clashed, and the situation stalemated for over ten breaths.

Since Fu Dongliu hadn’t prepared in advance, he gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Qingyuan pressed the attack, his internal spiritual power surging like the ocean, all channeled into the silver spear. He roared, “Break!”

“Boom!”

Fu Dongliu’s finger light shattered, and his body quickly tilted backward, creating distance to buy time for further defense.

A few breaths later, Chen Qingyuan had already closed in on his face, forcing Fu Dongliu to stop casting spells and hurriedly form a massive square shield in front of him, hoping it could withstand the attack.

“Boom!”

In the next moment, a loud noise erupted, and the square shield shattered after a brief struggle.

Though the shield broke, it bought Fu Dongliu a moment, allowing him to flash to another part of the void.

Chen Qingyuan pierced through the shield, only able to diminish part of the silver spear’s momentum, then redirected his attack.

“This guy just won’t let up!”

Fu Dongliu had no time to catch his breath, only able to retreat and defend.

The two exchanged blows, advancing and retreating for over ten rounds, finally exhausting Chen Qingyuan’s momentum.

Fu Dongliu had thought that even if Chen Qingyuan could withstand the Myriad Transformations Celestial Pivot Palm, he would still be injured. He hadn’t expected Chen Qingyuan to break through in such a manner, catching him off guard and putting him at a slight disadvantage.

Having witnessed Chen Qingyuan’s formidable strength, Fu Dongliu dared not underestimate him any longer. The next battle would see him fully prepared, using all his knowledge.

“Again!”

Fu Dongliu took out a high-quality spirit vein, using a unique secret art to quickly refine it, condensing over ten thousand blade lights in front of him.

Then, with a light wave of his sleeve.

The blade lights fell like rain, locking onto Chen Qingyuan, their cold intent tearing through the sky.

“Swish, swish, swish—”

The blade lights flashed, and the spear swept across.

Chen Qingyuan focused entirely, his hands dancing with the spear, performing various techniques—thrusting, stabbing, coiling, spinning, and parrying—shattering all the incoming blade lights.

No matter how tight the defense, there would always be a lapse.

Fu Dongliu controlled the ten thousand blade lights, attacking from all directions, finding a slight flaw in Chen Qingyuan’s defense. With a slight movement of his right index finger, he issued a command, “Go!”

An inconspicuous blade light suddenly shot up from beneath Chen Qingyuan, bursting with terrifying power, swift as lightning.

Chen Qingyuan noticed the blade light coming from below, but at that moment, he was entangled by blade lights from other directions, unable to deal with it immediately.

In a critical moment, Chen Qingyuan could only move his body as much as possible, using his will to drive his internal spiritual power, forming a relatively hard protective barrier beneath him.

Fu Dongliu had finally found a flaw in Chen Qingyuan’s defense and wouldn’t let him off easily.

This blade contained most of the power of the Myriad Blades Technique, hidden within the blade shadows, waiting for the right moment.

“Bang!”

The blade light pierced through the protective barrier beneath Chen Qingyuan, causing his expression to change dramatically. He quickly turned his body, adjusting the spear’s position to block with the spear’s butt.

However, even though Chen Qingyuan reacted, he couldn’t completely block the blade’s attack.

Just as the blade light was about to sever Chen Qingyuan’s left leg, the spear’s butt shook, forcing the blade light to slightly change direction, brushing past the spear with a “zing” sound, sparks flying.

Swish!

A cold light flashed, and a huge gash appeared on Chen Qingyuan’s left leg, about one foot long, with a chunk of flesh sliced off, exposing some white bone, extremely gruesome.

Chen Qingyuan finally had the time and strength to fully deflect the blade light, temporarily alleviating the crisis.

He glanced at the wound on his left leg, pressing his left hand on the injury to stop the bleeding and prevent the wound from worsening.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Then, Chen Qingyuan ignored the superficial wound, planning to use offense as defense, deflecting or shattering the incoming blade lights, continuously closing in on Fu Dongliu.